On the competition grounds, Little Phoenix and Elf Queen relentlessly bombarded Lin Zhaokai again and again with Phoenix Spiritual Fire and Arrow Rain of Light.
Wen Xiangjie, in the early Mahayana Realm, could control Lin Zhaokai's life and death, who was in the early Leaving Aperture Stage, with a single thought.
As long as Wen Xiangjie didn't let Lin Zhaokai die, he could only continue to suffer like that.
Finally, Little Phoenix grew tired of playing, and after spitting out one last burst of Phoenix Spiritual Fire, she returned to Wen Xiangjie's shoulder, chirping to her for snacks.
Having spit out so much Phoenix Spiritual Fire, the phoenix was starving.
Wen Xiangjie smiled and took out snacks to feed Little Phoenix and Elf Queen.
The Phoenix Spiritual Fire and Arrow Rain of Light had tormented Lin Zhaokai long enough; Wen Xiangjie was too lazy to torment him further.
She clasped her hands together at her dantian, forming a Thunder Seal.
The Thunder Seal heavily struck Lin Zhaokai, who was barely clinging to life with his last breath but unable to die, and the abnormal.
Lin Zhaokai, whose consciousness was on the verge of completely scattering from the torment, no longer had the strength for any 'life flashing before his eyes' moments.
His final consciousness was only relief, and deep regret.
He ultimately died at the hands of the person he hated most, and until his death, he couldn't inflict even a shred of harm upon her.
the abnormal's consciousness lasted a few dozen seconds longer than Lin Zhaokai's.
It gave Wen Xiangjie a deep look.
“I… will wait for you.”
When you truly face me, I will return everything from today to you twofold.
Characters with somewhat important roles always have to utter threats before dying; Wen Xiangjie was very familiar with this routine.
If they still had the energy to make threats, then they were dying too slowly.
Wen Xiangjie sent down another Thunder Seal, and this time, Lin Zhaokai and the portion of the abnormal that had taken over his body were utterly, irrevocably dead.
With Lin Zhaokai's death, the victory of this match naturally belonged to Wen Xiangjie.
Wen Xiangjie gracefully leaped down from the competition grounds.
Just as she was about to return to the resting area for a break before participating in the final match of the Sect Grand Competition in the afternoon, a figure suddenly blocked her path.
The Spirit Beast Peak Lord's expression changed, and he formed a hand seal, instantly teleporting to Wen Xiangjie's side.
“Wen Zhenjun, you just massacred a disciple of our Wu Ding Sect like that; shouldn't you give our Wu Ding Sect an explanation?” the Wu Ding Sect Master said to Wen Xiangjie with a gloomy face.
The one who died was their Wu Ding Sect's future Mahayana Realm powerhouse!
“Qiu Mengyang, do you not understand human language?” the Spirit Beast Peak Lord coldly questioned, “This is a rule of the Sect Grand Competition. Are you questioning all the sects that formulated the rules?”
The rules of the Sect Grand Competition were collectively established by the great sects to which the mighty Cultivators who built Jade Dragon Island belonged, and to this day, these great sects are still the top sects in the Cultivation World.
The Wu Ding Sect could not afford to offend any one of these top sects, let alone all of them combined.
The Wu Ding Sect Master dared not agree with what the Spirit Beast Peak Lord said.
“Peak Lord Yu, I merely wish for Wen Zhenjun to give my Wu Ding Sect an explanation for the massacre of Lin Zhaokai; please do not falsely accuse our Wu Ding Sect,” the Wu Ding Sect Master said with insufficient conviction.
Because he truly felt pained by the loss of Lin Zhaokai, a future Mahayana Realm powerhouse and one of the future pillars of the Wu Ding Sect, and also because he was provoked by the Spirit Beast Peak Lord's words just now, the Wu Ding Sect Master, in a fit of anger, stopped Wen Xiangjie.
Now, the Wu Ding Sect Master had actually sobered up a bit and felt regret.
But there were simply too many Cultivators watching, and if he conceded like this, his reputation and that of the Wu Ding Sect would be ruined if word got out.
Currently, the Wu Ding Sect Master was in a difficult position.
“Explanation? What kind of explanation do you want me to give you?” Wen Xiangjie asked with a smile.
Seeing Wen Xiangjie's seemingly gentle attitude, the Wu Ding Sect Master instantly regained some confidence.
After all, she was young and thin-skinned; if he was a little more assertive, Wen Xiangjie would surely have to give him face.
“Everyone knows how difficult it is to cultivate a Cultivator in the Leaving Aperture Stage, and a young Cultivator in the Leaving Aperture Stage like Lin Zhaokai is rare, appearing perhaps once every tens of thousands of years. Our Wu Ding Sect's loss this time is truly immense.”
“I demand that Wen Zhenjun compensate our Wu Ding Sect with the resources needed to cultivate ten Cultivators in the Leaving Aperture Stage. Is that too much?” The Wu Ding Sect Master revealed his true intentions, making an exorbitant demand.
This was the primary reason he stopped Wen Xiangjie.
When Wen Xiangjie underwent her Mahayana Realm tribulation, the Cultivators watching had all seen how many treasures she brought out.
Seeing Wen Xiangjie throw out treasures to resist the lightning tribulation with ample surplus and no visible distress, everyone understood that the treasures Wen Xiangjie obtained from the Phoenix Clan were definitely not few.
The Wu Ding Sect Master naturally coveted these.
He also knew that it was impossible to make Wen Xiangjie compensate them with the resources needed to cultivate ten Cultivators in the Leaving Aperture Stage.
But compensation, after all, was something that could be negotiated.
He would start with a high price, then wait for Wen Xiangjie to bargain and negotiate terms with him.
Greed flickered in the Wu Ding Sect Master's eyes.
He was already calculating how much compensation he should demand from Wen Xiangjie.
Wen Xiangjie still said with a smile, “You really said it when I told you to, huh? How can your face be so thick?”
Wu Ding Sect Master: ?
Was there something wrong with his ears?
Wen Xiangjie wasn't mocking him, was she? No way, right?
The little girl was smiling so brightly, yet the words coming out of her mouth were completely opposite to the expression on her face?
The Wu Ding Sect Master asked, somewhat disbelievingly, “What did you say?”
Wen Xiangjie still smiled: “Thick-skinned and deaf too? Did your Mahayana Realm cultivation go to the dogs?”
Wu Ding Sect Master: ???
He was actually verbally abused by a 15-year-old girl in front of everyone???
The Wu Ding Sect Master's face flushed red, and he angrily demanded, “How dare you speak to me like that?!”
“Is there a problem?” The Spirit Beast Peak Lord immediately defended her junior sister: “Can't you yourself feel how shameless your words are?”
“Senior Sister, if he could feel it, he wouldn't say it,” Wen Xiangjie continued sarcastically: “A shameless person is invincible. If that's the case, he truly is invincible.”
“You, you all…” The Wu Ding Sect Master was so angry he couldn't speak.
“Everyone, look! The Taiyi Sect is bullying people like this!” The Wu Ding Sect Master shouted loudly to the surroundings: “Their Wen Xiangjie of the Taiyi Sect massacred our Wu Ding Sect's Cultivator in the Leaving Aperture Stage! I asked Wen Xiangjie for an explanation, what's wrong with that?!”
The Wu Ding Sect Master wanted to use the approval of other Cultivators to exert pressure, but awkwardly, after he finished shouting, not a single Cultivator around him echoed his words.
The most terrifying thing was the sudden silence in the air.
