This time, everyone rested for a longer period. Chu Huaian didn't start moving until their ranking dropped out of the top ten.
To prevent Hua Xia Sect from being distracted, Jing Yuan and the other two discussed and unanimously decided to stay in the Third Area.
"Chu Xiaozi, from now on, Hua Xia Sect will have to walk the path alone. Be extra careful in everything you do."
Jing Yuan smiled faintly and patted Chu Huaian's shoulder.
"Brother, I believe you can do it. Hug, hug..."
Yun Xiang's lips curved into a smile, her eyes crescent-shaped, as she stretched out her arms and gently hugged Chu Huaian.
After a while, Chu Huaian saw she had no intention of letting go and couldn't help but remind her, "It's time to go..."
"No way... just a little longer, just a little bit..." Yun Xiang buried her head in Chu Huaian's embrace, with a hint of coquetry.
Perhaps touching her wound made her frown involuntarily.
Chu Huaian gently pushed her away and softly said, "Heal well in the Third Area. You must persevere until the end."
"Got it, you stingy guy..." Yun Xiang mumbled, making space.
Bai Yue stepped forward, looked at Chu Huaian, and pointed to his severed arm, saying, "See? If you don't come back with a good ranking, you'll be letting me down."
"This junior will definitely do his best." Chu Huaian cupped his hands and bowed slightly.
"Go, carry the will of our three sects, charge to the highest peak, and show the spirit of our Jizhou."
"Alright!"
...
On the other side, Feng Qingyang walked up to Zhao Shijie, a look of relief on his face. "After the battlefield ends, return to Star Sect. Your junior brothers and sisters miss you greatly."
"Understood." Zhao Shijie nodded vigorously.
Not far away, Meng Ke'er carefully straightened Fang Yuan's robe and softly said, "Be more careful later, don't be reckless, and always follow commands."
"Don't worry, your man is very fierce." Fang Yuan said with a grin, not forgetting to flex his bicep.
Seeing his smug look, Meng Ke'er smiled sweetly and took out over a dozen high-grade spirit stones from her storage ring. "These are the spirit stones I've saved recently. Take them for now."
"Alright, thank you, my love." Fang Yuan's eyes lit up with surprise as he happily put them into his storage ring.
"Come, give me a kiss."
"Hurry up, everyone else is waiting for you."
Meng Ke'er's face flushed slightly as she gently pushed Fang Yuan.
"Mwah, I'm off. Wait for my good news."
Fang Yuan took advantage of Meng Ke'er's inattention, kissed her cheek, then leaped up and joined the team.
Meng Ke'er touched her cheek, her eyes following Fang Yuan's retreating figure, the smile on her lips growing more pronounced.
...
As the Hua Xia Sect members confidently stepped into the Second Area, a suffocating aura suddenly enveloped everyone.
Swish, swish, swish—
Pairs of burning gazes simultaneously looked towards them.
"Such strong pressure." Zhao Shijie tightened his grip on his silver spear, his gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield.
The Second Area was vast, larger than the previous three areas combined.
At regular intervals, there was a sect guarding, and the aura they emitted was terrifyingly strong.
At a glance, there were nearly a hundred sects, among which more than fifty stood at the center of the altar, with no one daring to approach them.
In the very center of the Second Area, there was a massive altar, its base array patterns emitting a faint purple light.
This was the core area of the Mo Yun Battlefield, the place where top-grade mo crystal appeared.
However, at this moment, the entire altar was not guarded by any sect, like a supreme throne, quietly awaiting its king.
The entire battlefield was silent, a heavy atmosphere permeating the air, as if a great storm was brewing.
"Is this the final round?" A player asked curiously.
At this time, only a group of veteran players could maintain a normal state of mind.
The servant disciples were trembling with nervousness; every sect here was a top-tier sect from various major states, and there were even ancient sects.
For them, who were just starting out, suddenly facing the top forces of Tianxuan Continent, how could they not be nervous?
"Fan Xiaomei, don't be nervous, Qin Hao is here." Qin Hao reached out and gently pressed on Fan Xiaomei's shoulder.
"Mm..." Fan Xiaomei secretly let out a breath and nodded vigorously.
Beside them, Fang Yuan still looked carefree, nudging Sun Yiyi next to him. "Look, there's a handsome guy over there who's not bad. Do you want me to play matchmaker for you?"
Sun Yiyi followed his gaze to an altar not far away. In front of the crowd stood a graceful young man in white.
He wore a green coronet, his features were sharp, strands of his hair floated in the breeze, and an ancient longsword was strapped to his back. His tall figure was exceptionally striking in the crowd.
Perhaps sensing Fang Yuan and Sun Yiyi's gazes, the man turned his head and looked towards them.
"Wow, he's really handsome, just a tiny bit less handsome than me." Fang Yuan exclaimed, not forgetting to wave at the other party.
"Tch, pretty boy, bah!" Sun Yiyi turned her head away in disdain, no longer paying attention.
The man nodded slightly at Fang Yuan, acknowledging his enthusiasm.
"He's quite polite, isn't he?" Fang Yuan couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"What do we do now? Just stand here stupidly?" Sun Yiyi mumbled with some dissatisfaction.
"If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move." Zhang Ziqiang, carrying his Horse-Chopping Blade, brazenly surveyed the surrounding enemies.
"If the enemy moves, I'll die for him to see, is that what you mean?"
Sun Yiyi couldn't stand Zhang Ziqiang's pretense of being cultured and couldn't resist slapping him on the forehead.
"Hiss... you little brat, I..." Zhang Ziqiang rubbed the back of his head, his eyes filled with anger, looking as if he was about to rush forward and fight.
"What do you want to do?" Sun Yiyi glared at him fiercely.
"So violent, let's see which man dares to want you..." Zhang Ziqiang muttered and moved aside.
Just then, a dazzling purple light flashed from the central altar, and then a mo crystal the size of a stone appeared in everyone's sight.
The scene instantly fell silent. No one dared to make the first move, mutually wary.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, a large blade pierced the air, carrying terrifying power as it charged towards Hua Xia Sect.
And in that instant, the entire battlefield suddenly erupted. Dozens of sects simultaneously rushed towards the central altar.
Bang—
Zhao Shijie brandished his spear and leaped up, the spear tip colliding with the large blade, sending out ripples of energy.
"Damn it! They actually chose us as their target. Which scoundrel is so insidious?!"
"It seems to be the sect in the front left. Their banner says Heavenly Fiend Alliance. Yes, it's them!"
"Then what are we waiting for?! Brothers, grab your weapons and fight them!"
"Motherf*cker, no matter where we go, someone tries to step on us. An uncle can bear it, but an aunt can't! Charge and crush them!"
"Holy crap, they even dare to come over. Are they trying to take us down for good?"
"The opponent only has three thousand people, and they dare to provoke two hundred of us? How much do they look down on us?!"
"Everyone, don't underestimate them. This is the fiftieth-ranked sect. Let's finish them quickly to avoid being ambushed by other sects."
"Everyone, go all out, kill!"
Chu Huaian's gaze fell on a middle-aged man directly in front. He could clearly feel how terrifying this person was; his cultivation was very likely in the Refining Void Realm.
Beside the middle-aged man was another young man with a majestic aura, who was probably the prodigy of the Heavenly Fiend Alliance.
The other party clearly intended to use Hua Xia Sect to trigger this war.
But unfortunately, they had chosen the wrong opponent.
