"Why would I not dare to come?"

Mo Wentian stared at Lin Xiao, his countenance incomparably calm.

This battle was just a formality!

He had come here today not to challenge Meng Hao, but to return the power of Karma to his body!

"Hahaha... Very good, today on the Sword Discourse Arena, I will make you beg for your life and not death! "

Lin Xiao laughed heartily.

"Unable to survive?"

"You can't beg for death?"

Mo Wen Tian laughed condescendingly, he dragged the heavy sword in his hand and slowly walked towards the Sword Discourse Arena.

The thick and heavy sword left a deep crack in the training field!

"No one dares to humiliate me. Mo Wentian, today I want to see how a piece of trash like you will beg me!"

Mo Qingcheng sat on the spectator stand, her eyes filled with incomparable hatred. Mo Wentian had said that she didn't have the qualifications to be my woman!

It had caused her to lose all face!

Today, she was going to watch Mo Wentian get humiliated. She was going to watch this trash beg for mercy with her own eyes …

"This kid's courage isn't bad, but it's a pity he doesn't have spiritual roots …"

In the corner, two old men were playing chess and drinking tea.

The two of them looked ordinary, but within ten meters of them, no one dared to approach them!

"How could the talent of the person sent here be weak? If he did not have spiritual roots, he would have long since entered the realm of leaving the sword!"

Another old man put down the chess piece in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"You're right. If he can awaken his Spiritual Roots, even a Rank 1 Spiritual Root would not be too bad …"

"What a pity!"

… ….

The two of them shook their heads as they sighed. However, under the gazes of countless people, Mo Wentian finally stepped onto the Sword Discourse Arena.

"Mo Wentian, I can't help but admire your courage. Do you know what this Sword Discourse Arena means?"

"This Sword Stage is a Sword Cultivator's Life and Death Arena. Once you ascend to the Sword Stage, life and death are determined by fate. You are honoured because you are the first person to die on the Sword Stage without having any spiritual roots!"

Staring at Mo Wentian, Lin Xiao sinisterly asked.

"I'm honored?"

Mo Wentian chuckled. His split mouth revealed a row of pure-white teeth. From afar, it looked as though it was glowing with a fearsome radiance!

"Thank you for the gold coins. If you still have any left, give it to me now. After all, it is useless for you to take it away!"

A strange sound resounded in the training field.

"You're courting death!"

Lin Xiao was infuriated as she thought about the hundred gold coins.

Although he had grade five spiritual roots, he could only receive twenty gold coins from the City Lord's Mansion every month.

This amount of over a hundred gold coins had been his savings for half a year. Who knew that all of it would end up in Mo Wentian's hands?

"Mo Wentian, I want to see how you're going to block me!"

"Clang!"

He drew his sword out of its scabbard, shooting out a cold light in all directions as he performed a set of floral sword moves. The martial ring was filled with cheers.

Staring at Mo Wentian, Lin Xiao's eyes were filled with complacency!

"Make your move! If you don't, I'll make my move!"

Staring at the proud Lin Xiao, Mo Wentian suddenly raised his head. The aura he was exuding, instantly transformed!

That sharp aura of his was akin to a sharp treasured sword, radiating a terrifying light that directly pierced towards the hearts of people.

"Kill!"

At that moment, a thunderous voice thundered, the heavy sword in Mo Wentian's hand rang out.

It hacked straight at Lin Xiao as if it was weightless.

"This is …"

The chess pieces in the hands of the two elders in the corner shattered into pieces. They stood up, their eyes filled with disbelief!

To lift something heavy as though it were light!

This was like lifting something heavy as though it was light. Compared to lifting something light as if it was heavy, it was even more difficult to comprehend!

"Crack!"

"Bang!"

The treasure sword in Lin Xiao's hand was instantly cut in half. The thick ordinary sword cut off Lin Xiao's arm and heavily fell onto the arena stage.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A scream sounded out and everyone on the martial arts practice field regained their senses in an instant.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

A collective gasp sounded out from the Martial Arts Practice Field.

"How is this possible? Lin Xiao was defeated, and he was defeated by this trash!"

"How is the speed of his sword strike so fast? Such a heavy sword, how much strength does it take to swing at such a speed?!"

"What a powerful Mo Wentian!"

… ….

The crowd was in an uproar. Lin Xiao, whose arm had been chopped off by Mo Wentian, was currently kneeling on the ground in a sorry state.

His eyes were filled with terror as he stared at Mo Wentian!

Too terrifying!

This Mo Wentian in front of her, he was the devil. If she was given the chance to choose again, she would definitely hide far away from Mo Wentian.

"A genius from the heavens …"

The two old men sat on the ground in amazement.

It had been several hundred years since Eastern Sword City had comprehended two Concepts in the Spirit Gathering Realm!

"Second Bro, when he brandished his sword just now, did you feel a sword qi fluctuation?"

Another old man suddenly asked with a bewildered expression.

"Sword Qi undulations?"

The elder paused for a moment, then shook his head, "That's impossible. He hasn't even opened his spirit root yet, so it's impossible for him to enter the realm of leaving the sword!"

On the Sword Discourse Arena.

Mo Wentian dragged his heavy sword and gently walked towards Lin Xiao, a sword just left behind Lin Xiao's life.

This was because Mo Wentian had more important things to do.

The Heaven-Devouring Divine Art could devour all the spirits in the world with its first-grade spiritual roots, replenishing its own flaws and ultimately forming the strongest Heaven-Devouring Divine Body.

This spirit root naturally included spirit roots!

In other words, Mo Wentian could absorb Lin Xiao's spiritual roots and use them to increase his own spiritual roots!

"Don't come over, what are you doing?"

Lin Xiao's face was filled with panic. He wanted to jump down from the Sword Discourse Arena, but a heavy steel sword landed heavily on Lin Xiao's neck.

"Kneel!"

Mo Wentian stared at Lin Xiao as he calmly replied.

"Mo Wentian, you are courting death. Lin Xiao is the son of the captain. If you kill him, the captain will definitely kill you!"

Mo Qingcheng stood up, her face filled with rage as she bellowed.

Looking at the silhouette standing on the Sword Discourse Arena, Mo Qingyu's heart was getting increasingly restless. How could this trash possibly defeat Lin Xiao?

"This must be a coincidence. In the next battle for the Sword Son position in Eastern Sword City, I will get you out of the city once again!"

In her heart, Mo Qingcheng was howling with rage.

"Captain Lin!"

Mo Wentian paused slightly.

Captain Lin, the Mayor's Mansion's Guard Captain, his cultivation has already reached the ninth level of Spirit Gathering, just a little bit more and he would be able to reach the level of the Everlasting Sword!

"That's right, Mo Wentian. My father is a peak Spirit Gathering expert. If you kill me, my father will definitely not let you off!"

Upon hearing Mo Qingcheng's words, Lin Xiao hurriedly interjected.

"You won't let me go?"

Mo Wen Tian laughed, threatening him? How laughable. He was the Sword Emperor; how could he possibly be afraid of a peak Spirit Gathering Sword Master?

"I won't kill you!"

Staring at Lin Xiao, an evil grin suddenly appeared in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"Hahaha... "Mo Wentian, this is what you should do. Kneel down and apologize to me, then pass Qingyu to me. I will let this matter go!"

Lin Xiao laughed heartily, yet she didn't notice that the smile on Mo Wentian's face was getting increasingly colder and colder to the extreme!

"I will indeed let you go, but …"

Mo Wentian's countenance turned cold as he took a step forward. Mo Wentian's palm strike landed on Lin Xiao's dantian.

"But I will make you wish you were dead!"

That ice-cold voice caused everyone to tremble. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Lin Xiao's dantian was directly destroyed by Mo Wentian.

"No …."

A miserable scream rang out as she collapsed onto the Sword Discourse Arena. Lin Xiao glared hatefully at Mo Wentian!

With his Dantian destroyed, he had become a true trash!

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