Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

At the death battle arena in front of the Judgement Court of the Universal Phenomenon Sect, Lei Qian stood confidently. He turned to the Disciplinary Elder, “Disciplinary Elder, could it be that Lin Qian has fled from the battle? Following Sectarian rules, anyone fleeing is to be punished as a traitor.”

“Concerning this, you do not need to remind me any further.” Coldly, the Disciplinary Elder spoke, his tone not fluctuating at all. “It is still early. The promised hour is at noon, there is still half an hour. Why are you so hurried?”

Hearing this, Lei Qian had no choice but to shrug his shoulders and wait. “Is that so? I just hope the renowned Young Emperor will not be a coward and run away with his tail between his legs.”

On the arbitration platform, Qin Wushuang’s eyes fluttered worriedly in the direction of Mt Maoqing. He knew that for the past several days, his Master-Nephew had been cooped within his own room. Not even the teacher, Wei Wushuang, knew what he was up to.

The only thing he knew was that Lin Qian had retrieved all of the precious manuscripts from the Sect Library. The most puzzling sight occurred just half an hour later when Lin Qian returned the storage bag with every single document back to him.

Despite the short period, Lin Qian had affirmed the contributions of the manuscript in all seriousness. Otherwise, Qin Wushuang would have believed that Lin Qian was toying with him.

Unbeknownst to the Sect Leader, Lin Qian did not read through a single page of the books. Instead, he sent all of them through Heaven’s Slit the instant that he received them, straight to the Tiangong Ministry.

There, Zhuge Ming utilised the Battle Mirror, scanning all of the contents within the manuscripts, and stored them within the Huaxia Empire. The entire process was a breeze, taking very little time.

After all, Fantasy Empire was a modern technological game, harnessing cutting edge equipment and technology despite the oriental facade on the surface.

As the seconds ticked on, the following behind Lei Qian had grown tired of waiting. With each passing moment, the chatter regarding Lin Qian’s escape grew louder than before.

While the other faction disciples cared not about Lin Qian, this situation was troublesome for them as well. They were here for the sole purpose of analysing Lei Qian’s abilities, to verify if he was genuinely 9th Tier Peak Nirvana Stage as he was rumoured.

The instant Lei Qian fought, they could tell quickly from his aura. However, if Lin Qian ran away in fear, the possibility of seeing Lei Qian’s abilities from this battle fell to nought.

“Lin Qian has come!” Suddenly, a voice exclaimed in shock from within the masses. In the direction of the outer disciples, a small pathway separated gradually. From within, a black-robed, white-cloaked youngster walked out.

“Huh?” Lin Qian walked onto the arena, the Inner Disciples gasped in disbelief.

“Hahaha! He actually sent himself to death?”

“Let me guess, Brother Lei can reduce this Lin Qian to dust even with using his Infused Vitality Equipment!”

Hearing the condescending insults from the inner disciples, the outer disciples flew into a fit of rage. Alas, what could they do? All of the hateful bastards were superpowers that had broken through the Nirvana Stage. Weaker beings like themselves could only watch and be angry.

“Brother Lin, you have to win this.” Bai Ren muttered to himself silently. Deep down, he knew that it was an impossible wish for Lin Qian to actually win. However, he was still allowed to crave for a miracle to happen once again.

Suddenly, another cacophony broke out. This time, a frail elderly man, with an entire head of hair, white as snow, wobbled onto the arbitration platform, sitting beside Qin Wushuang.

“He’s the Battle Emperor! The Battle Emperor, Wei Wushuang!”

“He’s rumoured to be suffering from a serious disease, with both feet in the grave already. Looks like it’s TRUE!”

At this very moment, the Wei Wushuang on the platform had hair that was pure white, his face drained of colour. Time to time, he even coughed heavily, heaving heavy breaths as he walked. The battle Emperor that once swept across the Linhai Province as invincible and unstoppable could no longer fly across long distances. Now, he was so weakened that he had to hobble, step by step up the platform.

From this, his sickly condition could be easily seen.

“Master-Nephew, you should not have forced yourself here if you were so unwell. If you see the sight of your beloved disciple reduced to ashes by Qian’er, your heart would be broken. What if the pain of the loss caused an unwanted turn to your health?” As Wei Wushuang sat down, Lei Heng’s concerned voice echoed from his side.

Hearing the overwhelming care for Wei Wushuang’s health, Qin Wushuang clenched his fist tightly, till it turned white from the force.

Those words made his blood boil. While Lei Heng may look and sound worried, those words were blatant, condescending insults, as if he couldn’t wait for Wei Wushuang to die.

If Qin Wushuang had not learned that Wei Wushuang had already been mysteriously cured by Lin Qian and that the feeble appearance was just an act, he might have jumped straight into a battle with Lei Heng on the spot.

“Keke,” Softly coughing, Wei Wushuang shook his head lightly, “The result of the match is not yet set. These words, Master Uncle, are still too early to be said.”

“Is that so?” Lei Heng laughed indifferently, turning his head to the arena. Looking at the duo on stage, he sneered, “From the looks of it, it seems obvious to me. The culprit who destroyed my grandson’s life, he must die!”

Wei Wushuang was nonchalant to the taunts and direct underestimation of his disciple’s abilities. He did not see a point in the argument. Staring warmly at Lin Qian, he muttered, “My good disciple, show teacher, where does your confidence branch from?”

In the death battle arena, Lei Qian looked at the Youngster in front of him and couldn’t help but burst into a peal of laughter. Arrogantly he snorted at Lin Qian, “The less wit, the more courage. Your chivalry is commendable, I see you in a good light. ”

“Is that so?” Lin Qian looked at the overconfident, pompous bigot in front of him. Folding his sleeves, he asked, “so that if you see me in a good light?”

“As long as you destroy your Dantian, kneel down to beg, courteously kowtow thrice loudly and pledge to my younger brother, Lei Kun’s slave for the rest of your life, I can let you live.” As he spoke, he threw in a threatening word of advice, “Otherwise, you shall die as compensation for an injury my brother.”

“How merciful and gracious is Brother Lei. He is offering to let go of the past. Lin Qian, you should get on your knees right now!”

“Indeed! This is your last chance to survive. Don’t miss it or you will regret it!”

After Lei Qian’s final word of advice, all his followers from the Inner Sect burst into laughter, throwing insults one after another at Lin Qian.

Sometime later, Lei Qian raised his right arm and clenched it forcefully. Instantly, the chatter behind him cut.

“So, what’s your final decision?”

Shaking his head, Lin Qian tidied Qian sleeves. He continued with some stretches, relaxing his muscles. While doing his warm-up, he nonchalantly replied, “I came here today to change what people talk about when they speak of the name Young Emperor. From today on, they will only say one thing. it will be that the Young Emperor killed a Ninth Tier Nirvana stage peak practitioner with just Materialised Vitality Stage Cultivation!”

“HAHAHAHA” Lei Qian heard the outrageous claim and could not hold in his disdain. He burst into a peal of maniacal laughter, as though he just listened to the joke of the millennium.

It was not just him; all of the inner disciples behind him also joined in the symphony of mockery. On the hand, the other inner disciples sent from the other factions lowered their head, shaking in disbelief.

“Alright since you’re so confident let me play with you.” Wiping a bead of tears from the corner of his eyes, Lei Qian pulled himself together. Thrusting his finger at Lin Qian, he said, “I can allow you to attack me three times. Before that, I will not retaliate.”

That kindness stunned Lin Qian speechless. Looking at the challenger, he confirmed the offer, “Are you serious about this?”

“I, Lei Qian, never make empty promises.” Having said that, he extended his broad arms, Revealing all of his weak spots to his opponent, “I’m just afraid that you can’t even break the Soul Energy Shield around my body.”

CRACKLE…

Purple soul energy intertwined with crackling purple lightning, erupting from Lei Qian. The purple sparks engulfed him wholly, keeping him within a protective cage.

Looking at the stance, the Disciplinary Elder shook his head, announcing loudly, “Lin Qian, Lei Qian, the death battle begins!”