Touching!

If the day ever comes when I have the ability to kill you, I will definitely comb my hair back to show respect.

A fruitful night.

Eight Heart Blood Pills.

One Void Grass.

And of course, half-mastered Demon Bewitchment.

Now, if Su Yue takes one Heart Blood Pill, in theory, he can use Demon Bewitchment once.

What a wonderful night.

The Wetland.

I love the Wetland.

…

When Su Yue descended the mountain, the trial at the Nine Beasts Mountain was about to begin.

Since the trial was hosted by Mao Yao City, Chaotic Camp Mountain could only follow orders; anyone who missed the time would have no more chances.

Although Su Yue is the leader, in the eyes of the Martial Artists from Mao Yao City, this leader is nothing but crap.

Back at the camp, Su Yue originally thought of first finding Purple Soup.

But now it seems, there’s no time left.

With Huang Kui and Huang Tuo’s service, Su Yue grabbed his iron rod and headed straight for the city gate.

Upon arrival, Su Yue realized that the so-called trial of Nine Beasts Mountain wasn’t actually on the Nine Beasts Mountain.

Outside the city gate of Mao Yao City, City Lord Hei Qi had opened up a space, approximately 3000 meters.

In this space, there were nine Fifth-Grade Demon Beasts sent down from Nine Beasts Mountain.

Every few hundred meters, there was a checkpoint guarded by a Demon Beast.

At the end of the ninth checkpoint, there was a Land of Glory.

As long as you could cross the nine checkpoints, the first 50 Martial Artists to reach the Land of Glory would qualify to enter Mao Yao City.

The Martial Artist ranked first would become the small leader and receive an upper-class city registration.

Other Martial Artists, though allowed to enter Mao Yao City, would get a lower-class city registration and would endure endless discrimination.

But even a lower-class city registration was enough for glory.

The remaining over 400 Martial Artists would gain nothing, returning wherever they came from, or even losing their lives in the trial field.

“So after all, this is just a gate-crashing game at the city gate, I thought we were really going up the Nine Beasts Mountain!”

On the way, Su Yue shook his head.

On second thought, it makes sense. It is said that Nine Beasts Mountain is home to countless Fifth-Grade Demon Beasts.

Raising Demon Beasts is famously a hobby of Mo Zhai.

Su Yue understood now.

After learning Demon Speech, not raising a few Demon Beasts would be odd.

A gate-crashing game.

Running from the start to the finish, passing nine checkpoints guarded by Demon Beasts along the way.

But are the Demon Beasts that obedient?

Won’t they come to attack together?

“Master, you’re joking. It’s rumored that Nine Beasts Mountain has over a thousand Demon Beasts, even a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster wouldn’t dare to venture there easily. Our Chaotic Camp Mountain is full of Third-Grades, they’d be scared to death.”

Huang Kui bent over, looking more like a eunuch than an actual eunuch.

“Will the Demon Beasts in the trial field be obedient?

“What if all nine Demon Beasts rush over together, there won’t be enough people to kill them.”

Su Yue asked doubtfully.

“Master, you don’t need to worry about that.

“In the trial field, there are monster devices set by Divine Elder, the Demon Beasts will only move within their own territory; they can’t cross the boundaries.

“Besides, our goal is just to reach the end point, no need to fight.”

Huang Tuo quickly explained to Su Yue.

“It’s my goal, you all stay put and don’t go inside.”

Su Yue glared at Huang Tuo.

He never planned on letting Huang Tuo and the others go inside, these weaklings weren’t even worthy of dying in there.

Su Yue needed to figure out how to get rid of the 500 strongest Third-Grade Martial Artists.

“By the way, who is Purple Soup?”

Su Yue suddenly asked again.

By this time, they had already reached the entrance of the trial field.

Thunk!

Zi Mo was following behind them, and when he heard Su Yue mention Purple Soup, he subconsciously felt a chill.

Could it be that Hong Guo, this beast, intended to attack Purple Soup?

Could it be he knows Purple Soup can pacify Demon Beasts?

No way.

This secret is known only to himself.

Zi Mo’s heart pounded wildly.

“Master, she’s just that plain girl, you wouldn’t be interested in her.”

Huang Kui quickly pointed.

He was afraid Su Yue would take away Purple Soup.

Upon hearing this, Su Yue looked in the direction Huang Kui pointed.

Meanwhile, as Hong Guo arrived, all the Martial Artists from Chaotic Camp Mountain began to stir, hurriedly clearing the way.

And Su Yue’s eyes fell on Purple Soup.

Unremarkable.

If Mo Zhai hadn’t mentioned her, Su Yue wouldn’t even remember such a weakling.

But who could have thought, she was a genius surpassing him in another field.

When the trial starts, find a way to finish her off.

The longer it drags on, the worst if Mo Zhai figures out how to enhance her talents, by then it would be too late.

Purple Soup secretly glanced at Su Yue.

She lowered her head, looking somewhat timid, but her palms were clenched tightly together.

“Are those the Trial Takers?”

Su Yue glanced to the side, this area was more unified, and the Martial Artists’ strength was greater, almost all Peak Third-Grades.

This was the preparation area, and 499 Martial Artists were ready.

They were all waiting for Su Yue.

“Yes, everything has been arranged, they’ll find a way to protect you.”

Huang Kui’s face was full of a smiling.

“Mm.”

Su Yue nodded indifferently.

It’s good that Purple Soup is inside, kill her to be done with it.

“Master, did you see those nine trees?

“Those are the monster devices set by Divine Elder, don’t touch those trees, they’re dangerous.”

Huang Tuo quickly reminded him again.

This master sure has a big heart.

Just arrived at Chaotic Camp Mountain, and drove away Lan Qi, killed Zi Bai, made Zi Mo a slave.

But then, he disappeared for a whole night, he didn’t even know the rules of Nine Beasts Mountain.

“With such a strong master, do I need you to remind me?”

Huang Kui quickly flattered Su Yue.

“Alright, no more of your chatter, after I leave, manage Chaotic Camp Mountain well for me!

“I’ll come back sporadically, I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

Su Yue said coldly.

“Rest assured, we brothers will definitely shape Chaotic Camp Mountain into an iron army, and next time we go to Jiangyuan Country, we’ll slaughter to rivers of blood.”

Huang Kui quickly pledged loyalty.

Su Yue sneered, holding his iron rod, he walked to the preparation area.

In an instant, a group of Peak Third-Grades quickly made way for Su Yue, the scene of Su Yue’s ten kills was still vivid, no one dared fear him.

Purple Soup hid in the back of the crowd, carefully avoiding Su Yue’s gaze.

…

“Master, you will definitely obtain upper-class city registration!”

In the distance, all the Martial Artists from Chaotic Camp Mountain had gathered here, they wanted to witness Su Yue’s success in the trial.

Huang Tuo prayed.

Heads were densely packed.

Only Zi Mo was looking at Mao Yao City’s towering walls, heartbroken.

This glory should have belonged to him.

Mao Yao City’s walls suddenly saw the appearance of quite a few from the Yangxiang Race.

Compared to the rabble of Chaotic Camp Mountain, the Martial Artists on the walls seemed like nobles.

They all wore leather robes, had leather boots, and even their hair had been specially styled.

Su Yue looked up at the wall.

It was a Seventh-Grade Camp General overseeing the trial, no Eighth-Grade Martial Artist had shown up.

Of course, it’s only a trial for a bunch of ordinary Third-Grade Martial Artists, hardly worth mentioning, one Camp General was enough.

At the forefront of the wall, Su Yue noticed two Fourth-Grade Martial Artists.

Peak Fourth-Grades, even with one foot already stepped into the Fifth-Grade.

The two were full of vigor, clearly the disciples of someone in power, radiating noble aura.

Swaggering, such people deserve death.

Indeed.

Su Yue watched the two Fourth-Grades, as they approached the Camp General, and bowed obediently.

If the judgment wasn’t wrong, these two Fourth-Grades were the Camp General’s personal disciples.

“Hong Bei and Hong Ju, the two young masters, are really lucky.”

“Yeah, they’re the personal disciples of the Seventh-Grade Camp General, our envy is useless.”

“Hei Ti General, he’s the strongest Seventh-Grade in Mao Yao City, and a brother to City Lord Hei Qi. Hong Bei and Hong Ju have a strong background, they will eventually breakthrough to Grandmaster levels.”

A few Peak Third-Grades whispered.

Hong Bei?

Hong Ju?

Two tragedies?

Su Yue looked up, staring at the wall, as the Martial Artists pointed and whispered, Su Yue felt like a monkey.

He was very annoyed.

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