CHAPTER 1849: CHAPTER 1852: PURGATORY BLOOD BATTLE GROUNDS: BLACK WIND CANYON

The Wine Demon Sword ceased its assault.

The Divine Envoy of the Xuanwu Divine Hall also let out a sigh of relief; although the temple is supreme, he was merely a messenger.

Frankly speaking, he was just an errand runner with a cultivation level barely reaching the half-step Reincarnation Realm.

This level of cultivation would dominate outside, short of the Reincarnation Realm, but within the Xuanwu Divine Hall, it was nothing extraordinary.

Facing the Wine Demon Sword, he had no chance of victory at all.

Since Ling Xiao gave him this face; it showed an avoidance of the Xuanwu Divine Hall’s might.

"Cangjin Nu, you may now lead your people away from the Cangjin Temple, correct?"

The envoy turned back to glance at the distance and asked indifferently.

"As you command!"

Cangjin Nu, the head of the Cangjin family, had a cultivation level much stronger than this envoy, yet he dared not disobey the envoy’s words.

Simply because behind this envoy was the terrifying Xuanwu Divine Hall which he could not afford to provoke.

"Very well."

The envoy nodded, then looked at the crowd and said, "There is no need to stay and watch the commotion here any longer. Tomorrow morning, within the Land of Ten Thousand Thunderbolts, there is a Black Wind Canyon. Those with the courage and those who qualify, prepare to partake in this Purgatory Blood Battle held at Black Wind Canyon."

With that said, he turned around and pierced the skies, presumably returning to report the events here to the temple.

Black Wind Canyon, Purgatory Blood Battle!

The White Tiger Summit was finally about to officially commence.

The participants from the Four Great Empires and the Zhengyi Sect present were all inexplicably excited.

Basically, everyone qualified to participate in the White Tiger Summit was here, thus saving the envoy the trouble of dissemination.

"Wine Demon Sword Senior, what’s happening here? Isn’t the White Tiger Summit jointly organized by the Four Great Empires and the Zhengyi Sect? Why is there a sudden emergence of a Xuanwu Divine Hall?"

Ling Xiao frowned and asked the Wine Demon Sword.

"Also, what is the rank and strength of this envoy within the Xuanwu Divine Hall, what position does he hold?"

The Wine Demon Sword took a sip of wine and said calmly, "The White Tiger Summit is indeed founded by the Four Great Empires and the Zhengyi Sect, and they are responsible for the specific tasks, even selecting the participants.

But the final interpretation right is in the hands of the Xuanwu Divine Hall.

And generally, the most outstanding martial artists in the White Tiger Summit are chosen for advanced studies at the Xuanwu Divine Hall.

Of course, you can refuse, but you’ll face endless hunting thereafter."

"How overbearing the Xuanwu Divine Hall is! From what you’re saying, aren’t they stronger than the Zhengyi Sect?"

Ling Xiao frowned and said.

"Not necessarily, the Zhengyi Sect is full of old foxes, their true strength has never been unveiled. Perhaps they’ve been waiting for a chance to overthrow the Xuanwu Divine Hall all along.

However, these have nothing to do with you. Your task is to survive the White Tiger Summit.

No matter if you secure a good ranking, there will be a significant improvement for you."

The Wine Demon Sword shook his head and said.

"Alright, I understand, thank you for the reminder, senior."

"Moreover, about that envoy you asked, I can only tell you that within the Xuanwu Divine Hall, he’s merely an errand runner."

The Wine Demon Sword chuckled.

However, this calm response shook Ling Xiao to his core.

So, a martial artist with a half-step Reincarnation Realm cultivation is nothing more than a runner within the Xuanwu Divine Hall.

He might not be at the bottom, but surely only middle to low tier.

Just how terrifying is this Xuanwu Divine Hall?

"Heh, come to think of it, your earlier decision was very wise. Confronting the Xuanwu Divine Hall at this point is not wise at all."

The Wine Demon Sword chuckled, "I am confident in killing the clan leaders of the Four Great Clans, but I lack the ability to contend with the Xuanwu Divine Hall."

"Why did the envoy suddenly relent?"

Ling Xiao asked in confusion.

"He wasn’t relenting; he simply didn’t dare derail the temple’s mission. The temple’s mission for him surely isn’t to deal with us, but to ensure the smooth conduct of the White Tiger Summit."

The Wine Demon Sword shook his head.

"Hearing what you’ve said, I now understand."

Ling Xiao nodded, his doubts instantly dissolving.

"Wine Demon Sword! Ling Xiao! Just you wait, I will report this to the temple. While I can’t deal with you during the White Tiger Summit, if you’re still alive afterward, I will reclaim the territory of my Cangjin family myself."

Cangjin Nu had multiple sword wounds on his body, all thanks to the Wine Demon Sword.

The reason he dared speak like this was only because he believed the Wine Demon Sword and Ling Xiao wouldn’t dare defy the Xuanwu Divine Hall’s favor.

"If you don’t leave, I will kill you!"

The Wine Demon Sword suddenly drew a black longsword, its terrifying sword qi locking onto Cangjin Nu, scaring him into quickly ascending into the sky.

The martial artists of the Cangjin family also took off one by one.

As they left, they all gave Ling Xiao a vicious glare.

They would certainly come back for revenge, this was their intent.

Ling Xiao had killed so many from the Cangjin family this time, and even took over the Cangjin Temple, which was a great insult.

If they couldn’t avenge themselves, the Cangjin family might never rise again.

While others were not familiar with the Xuanwu Divine Hall, they were well aware.

The Xuanwu Divine Hall did not wish to help them deal with Ling Xiao now, simply to prevent chaos in the White Tiger Summit.

After the summit, they would surely enlist the skilled help of the temple to deal with the Wine Demon Sword, then killing Ling Xiao would be a certainty.

After all, the temple included experts from the Four Great Clans among which was their Cangjin family’s eldest son, the elder brother of the young lady killed by Ling Xiao.

However, to the angry glares of these people, Ling Xiao had no reaction.

After a long while, he suddenly grinned and said, "How amusing, the Xuanwu Divine Hall, to have such a powerful place; it seems my strength is still insufficient, far from enough!"

Next, he would focus all his efforts on the White Tiger Summit.

After the White Tiger Summit, he believed his cultivation level would be significantly stronger than now. By then, more decisions would not be late.

Ling Xiao did not notice that when those watching the spectacle looked at him, there was more jealousy than dread.

Indeed, it was jealousy, not dread.

They were not afraid of Ling Xiao, but they feared those behind Ling Xiao.

Just one Hong Qi, one Wine Demon Sword, these two alone were enough to look down on all of them.

"This guy, he must not be allowed to continue growing, he must be eliminated in the Purgatory Blood Battle."

Tianhai Ba Tu seemed to recall the tragedy of Fengming Qishan and ground his teeth before turning to leave: "Let’s go, Princess Consort, we’re heading to the Black Wind Canyon in the Land of Ten Thousand Thunderbolts!"

Tomorrow would mark the first battle of the White Tiger Summit—the Purgatory Blood Battle.

Even for Tianhai Ba Tu, preparations were essential.

Familiarize with the terrain.

After all, it was everyone’s first time here, and they weren’t sure where exactly the Black Wind Canyon was within the Land of Ten Thousand Thunderbolts.

The Fengmo Shengjian followed and then the martial artists of the Tianhai Empire dispersed.