Chapter 751: Another Soul Eye?

As his voice fell, Murong Jingcheng’s figure flickered, and he stepped directly onto the arena where Li Yun stood.

"Hm, this kid is going to lose."

On the eighth arena, a purple-robed youth named Zi Chen commented casually, "Being able to master a soul attack method is indeed impressive, but it depends on who he is facing."

"Murong Jingcheng’s strength may be average, but he is still a scion of the Murong Eye Clan. He possesses the Blazing Current Divine Eyes passed down through the Murong Eye Clan’s lineage. Even if he has only mastered a small portion of that legacy, it is still one of the three strongest eye techniques in the Central Continent. A mere kid at the 2nd level of Heavenly Core Realm could never surpass him in this regard."

"Indeed."

On the seventh arena, a long-haired youth named Gu Changxiao smiled and said, "However, for a newcomer to perform like this is already quite good. Even if he loses this battle, he still has a strong chance of keeping his elite disciple position later."

"That is true."

Hearing this, Zi Chen snorted softly.

Regardless of what he thought, a cultivator at the 2nd level of Heavenly Core Realm who possessed such strength had limitless potential. There was no need for him to say too many offensive things.

On the arena, Murong Jingcheng wore black robes and had a sinister face. His aura was gloomy, and he stared at Li Yun with cold arrogance.

"Kid, I admit your strength is decent," he said indifferently. "You should have had a chance to keep your elite disciple position. Unfortunately, you ran into me, so that chance no longer exists."

"Oh?"

Li Yun raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"It is simple."

Murong Jingcheng grinned sinisterly and said, "Since you cultivate soul attack methods, you should know that soul battles have always been extremely dangerous. At worst, the soul is scattered. At best, it is damaged, requiring months of recuperation before recovery."

"Unfortunately, after losing to me, you will have no chance to repair your soul. Therefore, the status of elite disciple is destined to be beyond your reach."

As his voice fell, Murong Jingcheng’s temperament suddenly changed.

Originally, his aura had been gloomy and sinister. But as those words left his mouth, his entire being erupted like a volcano, bursting with an incomparably overbearing presence.

His eyes suddenly turned fiery red, and his pupils seemed to transform into raging flames. The fire even spread from his pupils across his entire body, making him look like a man wrapped in fire.

The scorching temperature instantly filled the entire arena. Even the spectators outside the stage felt a wave of heat striking their faces.

This was the Blazing Current Divine Eyes.

It was one of the three supreme eye techniques of the Central Continent.

"Kid, die for me."

Murong Jingcheng shouted explosively.

His burning pupils locked onto Li Yun, directly dragging Li Yun’s soul into an empty void space.

Within this void space, flames burned everywhere. The raging fire emitted an extremely scorching temperature, while Murong Jingcheng stood inside the sea of flames like a Fire God breathing out fire.

This was none other than the Soul Battlefield.

The Soul Battlefield was a battlefield for soul combat. In this place, only the soul could exist, and only soul power could be used.

"How is it? Do you feel fear now?"

Murong Jingcheng laughed wildly. His voice boomed like heavenly thunder throughout the entire space. It seemed to come from every direction at once, grand and imposing like the voice of a god.

"Cheap tricks."

Unfortunately, as Li Yun looked at this scene, there was not the slightest hint of fear in his eyes. His gaze was calm, almost as if he were looking at a clown.

Then, beneath his feet, countless swords suddenly emerged.

There were long swords, short swords, heavy swords, and light swords. There were peerless precious swords with brilliant light that seemed capable of swallowing heaven and earth, and there were also rusty, decayed swords that looked as though they had been buried for countless years.

Countless swords rose and fell like stars. They appeared, vanished, soared, and descended.

With swords as stars and Sword Qi as radiance, this was a brilliant sea of stars formed entirely from swords.

"Go."

Li Yun waved his hand.

The countless swords soared at the same time. As his finger pointed forward, the myriad swords intertwined and shot ahead, slashing toward the vast sea of fire.

"What is this?"

Murong Jingcheng’s expression changed violently.

This scene actually made him feel an intense sense of danger.

"You are seeking death."

He roared, and countless flames exploded outward.

Like a Fire God breathing fire, he controlled the endless flames and sent them crashing toward the countless swords.

At this time, in the eyes of the outsiders, both Li Yun and Murong Jingcheng stood motionless where they were.

In their pupils, one held a surging sea of swords, while the other held churning flames. As their gazes met, crackling sounds rang out like lightning colliding in mid-air.

Puff!

Suddenly, Murong Jingcheng groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale.

This scene left everyone shocked.

Could Murong Jingcheng actually lose?

He was a descendant of the dignified Murong Eye Clan. Even if he was only from a branch line, he still possessed the Blazing Current Divine Eyes. Could he really fail to defeat a kid at the 2nd level of Heavenly Core Realm?

"Ah!"

Just as this thought arose in their minds, Murong Jingcheng suddenly screamed.

His expression changed drastically, and fear appeared in his pupils, as if he had encountered something utterly inconceivable.

In the next moment, the raging fire in his eyes was directly extinguished. He spat out blood wildly and fainted on the spot.

Just as he had said, the price paid for soul combat was immense.

In a normal battle between cultivators, even if one lost, one could recover after a period of rest.

But in soul combat, once defeated, recovery was not something that could be achieved in a short time.

"Murong Jingcheng actually lost."

"He lost in a soul battle."

Although the spectators were somewhat prepared, seeing this scene for real still shocked them greatly. Many could barely believe their eyes.

The azure-robed youth, Lan Yuxu, froze in particular. His face looked as if he had been slapped hard.

Only after a long while did he give a bitter laugh.

He had always prided himself on having extremely accurate judgment and had almost never been wrong. But this time, he had completely misread the situation.

Fortunately, everyone was currently immersed in extreme shock, so no one cast strange looks at him.

However, he knew that after this incident, his prestige in the outer sect would still be significantly affected.