Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates-Chapter 279 - 277: The Last Spot

The Puppet Sect’s sect ruins were vast in scope. Xiao Ye, following the guidance of the sect’s compass, flew for two and a half days straight. Not only did he not seem to get any closer to the central area, but he also encountered several waves of ferocious beast attacks.

The overwhelming onslaught of ferocious beasts could have petrified an ordinary warrior of the Xuanwu Realm.

Xiao Ye, together with Little White, still managed to break through.

"Little White, is there a treasure ahead?" Xiao Ye patted Little White’s head and asked with a frown.

Little White fluttered his nostrils for a moment and then woofed a nod.

"It seems we’re on the right track, but the journey is far too long," Xiao Ye thought anxiously.

With only half an hour left until the emergence of the Void Martial Saint Tablet, if he did not reach the central area in time, how could he even think of entering the Holy Tablet Space?

However, this state of affairs didn’t last long. After Xiao Ye once again flew full force for half an hour, the sky ahead suddenly brightened, and the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi in the void became much denser.

"Are we approaching the central area?" Feeling these changes, excitement surged in Xiao Ye’s heart.

"There it is!" Xiao Ye looked into the distance and saw a vast square slowly coming into his line of sight.

This square, built with bluestone and exuding an ancient and timeworn aura, appeared to be the Puppet Sect’s former practice field.

At this moment, eighteen distinct groups stood on the square, including notables such as Yan Zhen, the Young Master of the Yan Family; Jian Wuchen, the Young Master of the Jian Family; and Feng Wulie, the Young Master of the Feng Family.

Evidently, these groups were the Eighteen Great Families from Xingyun Kingdom. Each family had brought at least two hundred Xuanwu Realm warriors, each exuding a formidable presence.

"This is going to be troublesome," Xiao Ye muttered to himself as his spirits plummeted.

He could never have imagined that the Eighteen Great Families would bring so many people with them. If he charged directly over now, he would definitely be blasted to smithereens.

"Huh? Something’s off!" Suddenly, Xiao Ye’s heart skipped a beat.

The eighteen groups were facing off against each other, a tense atmosphere spreading out, as if even the air had stopped flowing.

"Could it be that these people are about to fight over the spots for the Void Martial Saint Tablet?"

Sensing the odd ambiance, Xiao Ye landed and concealed his presence, watching from a distance.

Every time the Void Martial Saint Tablet appeared, it could only accommodate ten people in the Holy Tablet World. But now, with eighteen family forces present, a dispute was inevitable.

"If that’s the case, I’ll wait and see. Maybe there will be a chance for me," Xiao Ye thought with inward glee.

If the Eighteen Great Families fought amongst themselves, couldn’t he take advantage of the chaos?

"It seems everyone is aware of the existence of the Void Martial Saint Tablet. If that’s the case, then let’s stop hiding it," Jian Wuchen said, standing in the square with his hands behind his back, surveying the surroundings.

The existence of the Void Martial Saint Tablet was a closely guarded secret in Xingyun Kingdom. However, some within the Eighteen Great Families still knew of it.

This was why the heirs of the Eighteen Great Families had secretly brought a large number of warriors into the ruins.

As the emergence of the Void Martial Saint Tablet drew near, the forces of the Eighteen Great Families had started to become restless. In front of the Void Martial Saint Tablet, not a single warrior in the Xuanwu Realm could keep calm.

"Into the inner world of the Void Martial Saint Tablet, Feng Wulie shall secure a spot for himself!" Proclaimed Feng Wulie, the disheveled young master of the Feng Family, looking as fierce as a beast, as he slowly stepped forward with blazing eyes.

"My Yan Family would never fall behind!" Yan Zhen, with a flash of cold light in his eyes, also stepped forward.

"Ha, quite the spectacle. I, Tang Hao, certainly don’t plan to be left behind," said a lazily smiling youth, though none dared to overlook him.

Tap!

Tap!

...

Instantly, the heirs of the Eighteen Great Families each spoke up to declare their position, not one willing to back down, causing the atmosphere to become even more oppressive, like the calm before the storm.

These eighteen young men and women were considered the pinnacle of the younger generation in Xingyun Kingdom, each with an extraordinary temperament.

"The Eighteen Great Families, yet only ten spots available. We must eliminate eight, it seems we must resolve this through martial force. Let’s see who will have the last laugh," Jian Wuchen’s robes fluttered without wind, as he transformed into a Peerless Divine Sword, too dazzling to look directly at.

The Jian Family was renowned for their swordsmanship. Jian Wuchen, as the young master of the Jian Family, possessed exceptional cultivation in the Sword Dao and was the strongest among the heirs of the Eighteen Great Families, even if his potential did not match Yan Zhen’s.

No sooner had he spoken, the Xuanwu Realm warriors of the Jian Family roared together, their voices piercing the sky, with boundless Sword Qi soaring to the heavens.

The remaining seventeen families, not to be outdone, also showcased their strength.

"Let us each select our opponents. The victors shall earn their spots at the Void Martial Saint Tablet!"

Jian Wuchen’s robes billowed as he casually waved his hand, holding a dazzling Divine Sword, leading the charge against one of the family’s forces.

With the Jian Family taking the lead, warriors from the other families also began seeking out opponents and engaging in battle.

In the True Spirit Continent, power is honored; the one with the stronger fist has the say.

The Eighteen Great Families were not a united front; some even bore significant grudges against each other, so there was no holding back in this confrontation.

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly, warriors from the Eighteen Great Families fiercely clashed on the square, their terrifying battle fluctuations sweeping across the area, causing Xiao Ye to secretly marvel.

There was no choice, the Eighteen Great Families had too profound a legacy. Even after cultivating so diligently until now, there were still those among the Eighteen Great Families who could contend with him.

"Fortunately, I didn’t rush up." Xiao Ye’s eyes flickered.

Leaving aside everyone else, each of the Eighteen Great Families had a leader with cultivation reaching the late stage of Eighth Transition Xuanwu Realm. Even if Xiao Ye activated Blood Battle Eight Directions, he could only deal with one such leader.

If all eighteen leaders were to rush at him together, Xiao Ye would likely die even with Heavenly Spirit Pill.

"The heirs of the Eighteen Great Families are also very impressive." From a distance, Xiao Ye watched and gained an understanding of their strength.

Among them, Jian Wuchen was the most powerful, with cultivation at the mid-stage of Eighth Transition Xuanwu Realm yet capable of contending with late-stage Eighth Transition Xuanwu cultivators, reaching the level of a leader, with the Heavenly Sword in hand showing unparalleled might.

Following closely behind was Yan Zhen, who had made a breakthrough in a minor realm, reaching the early stage of Eighth Transition Xuanwu, defeating mid-stage Eighth Transition Xuanwu Martial Artists with ease, only slightly weaker than Jian Wuchen.

As for the other heirs from the Eighteen Great Families, their strengths were almost on par, just below that of Yan Zhen.

"Among these Young Talents, only Jian Wuchen can be my opponent!" Confidence shone in Xiao Ye’s eyes.

When he first encountered Yan Zhen at Heavenly Mist Peak, he could only look up to Yan Zhen’s strength, but now he had surpassed him.

As time passed, the Eighteen Great Families had all become bloodshot with killing intent, making the fight increasingly brutal, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses forming.

After all, whether it was the strength of the leaders or the overall strength of the Martial Artists from the Eighteen Great Families, there wasn’t much difference, and a victor couldn’t be determined quickly.

The slaughter continued—

"Die!" Two family leaders, filled with deep hatred, had become frenzied in their fighting, drenched in blood, fighting from the sky to the ground, leaving ruins in their wake.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Both leaders struck in succession, their ferocious attacks leaving each other covered in wounds until they were finally blasted backwards, retreating due to grave injuries and dying.

"Elder Wang!"

"Elder Li!"

The Martial Artists from the two families changed color dramatically. In such a place, a leader-level powerhouse was equivalent to an amulet. Once they fell, it would be dangerous for everyone else.

"Retreat!"

With heavy losses, the two families had no choice but to retreat with resentment. If the other families made a move against them, they might not make it back.

Witnessing this scene, the remaining sixteen families did not wish to follow suit, and the intensity of the slaughter gradually diminished.

"This won’t do." Xiao Ye, lying in ambush from afar, frowned slightly.

Although the remaining sixteen families had suffered heavy casualties, the leader-level powerhouses were still intact, and it was nearly impossible for him to obtain a spot to enter the Holy Tablet World.

At that moment, when Xiao Ye was feeling anxious, the Heaven and Earth suddenly became unstable, the void rippled like the surface of a lake, sending ripples in all directions.

In the next instant, a massive pillar of light pierced through Heaven and Earth, tearing a crack in the sky.

Under the gaze of all, a stele a hundred meters tall, emanating a mysterious aura, burst from the crack like a mountain peak, thundering down onto the square, raising clouds of dust.

"The Void Martial Saint Tablet!"

Everyone’s eyes lit up with fervor, staring intently at the immense stele.

This Void Martial Saint Tablet seemed like an enlarged version of the stele outside the Puppet Sect ruins, filled with a mysterious aura.

"I must enter the Void Martial Saint Tablet’s inner world, to increase my chances of ascending to the Void Martial Realm!" A scion of the Eighteen Great Families roared, charging towards the Void Martial Saint Tablet.

And he was not the only one with that thought—suddenly, the recently ceased slaughter resumed even more fiercely.

With the Void Martial Saint Tablet within reach, everyone went crazy; no one cared about their previous opponents as they all rushed towards the Martial Arts Sacred Stele.

The remaining sixteen families, vying for ten spots, faced fierce competition. Anyone who approached the Martial Arts Sacred Stele immediately became a public enemy.

After all, there were only ten spots to enter the Holy Tablet Space, and one less for every person that went inside.

"Young Master, go in quickly!" The leader of the Tang Family roared, unleashing mighty strength to hold back everyone’s attacks, his body exploding in the process, flesh and blood flying.

"Uncle Wu!" The lazy young member of the Tang Family cried out with tears rolling in his eyes and, summoning his strength, rushed toward the Void Martial Saint Tablet, vanishing in a flash.

The first spot was taken!

Following, eight young men and women, under the protection of their respective family leaders, entered the Martial Arts Sacred Stele. Their leaders, some heavily wounded and losing combat power, others blasted apart if luck was unfavorable.

The final spot, with even fiercer competition, leader-level powerhouses wanted to escort their family’s heirs into the Holy Tablet Space, none willing to back down.

One after another, leader-level powerhouses fell.

"Feng Wulie, Jian Wuchen has entered." Xiao Ye, lying in ambush from afar, was full of excitement as he rose to his feet, "The timing is just about right."

With the major families suffering devastating losses, barely one in ten remaining, and leader-level powerhouses nearly all out of strength, they posed no more threat to him.

"Ha ha, I, Yan Zhen, am a genius on the level of a Quasi-Son of Heaven. After perceiving and learning inside the Void Martial Saint Tablet, I will definitely ascend to the Void Martial Realm!" At this moment, a young figure surged forth, breaking through the blockade and moving towards the stele—it was Yan Zhen.

Just then, a voice full of mockery rang out: "Sorry, the last spot, I’ll be taking it."

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