Chapter 382 383: My Mistake, Let's Start Over

Just as Shi Xiao was at a loss, the Tomb Spirit suddenly said, "My mistake, let's start over!"

"Your mistake?"

Shi Xiao's face twitched with annoyance.

'How could the Tomb Spirit mess up such an important trial ceremony?'

'What a load of crap!'

'This guy was obviously just trying to scare them, to put them in their place right from the start.'

"Relax. As your senior, I won't bully you juniors. When I fight you, I'll suppress my Realm to match yours."

The Tomb Spirit retracted his aura, controlling his Realm at the Mid Stage Martial King level, and offered a well-intentioned reminder, "I'll tell you beforehand, I'm absurdly strong. If all of you Inheritors attack me together, you might have a sliver of a chance to win."

"Absurdly strong? Heh, Senior, aren't you being a bit too shameless with your boasting?"

Shi Xiao said with a cold sneer.

Behind him, Huang Yanchen and the others also wore cold sneers.

After all, they were peerless prodigies, handpicked by the Ninth Floor Master from tens of thousands of disciples at the Drunken Immortal Tower. Every one of them was proud and arrogant.

In a battle between those of the same Realm, they feared no one.

"How am I being shameless!?"

The Tomb Spirit frowned.

Shi Xiao said coldly, "Telling us to attack together is an insult to us Inheritors. To deal with you, I alone am enough."

"You alone? Fine, then I'll let you make the first move!"

The Tomb Spirit said impatiently.

BOOM!

Shi Xiao's feet blurred. With a flip of his hand, he summoned a black Tier Seven Longsword, unleashing a sky full of black Sword Qi that shot toward the Tomb Spirit.

It was the Drunken Sword Technique!

Moreover, Shi Xiao had already cultivated it to a state of near perfection. The moment he struck, a powerful Sword Intent erupted.

"The Fourth Move of the Drunken Sword Technique. Not bad!"

"It's more than 'not bad.' After several years of personal instruction from our Ninth Floor Master, Shi Xiao has already reached Great Success with this move."

"Back in our day, none of us old-timers reached such a level."

"This is what they call the student surpassing the master."

The Sixth Floor Master, Seventh Floor Master, and the others couldn't help but praise him.

Su Mo also couldn't help but nod.

Shi Xiao was truly worthy of being a prodigy handpicked by the Ninth Floor Master. Although he was only at the Mid Stage Martial King Realm, killing an ordinary Late Stage Martial King wouldn't be a problem for him.

He could even achieve an instant kill!

However... the Light Saber in the Tomb Spirit's hand flashed, instantly breaking Shi Xiao's Sword Move. "That's it?" he said with disdain. "Scram!"

BOOM!

Shi Xiao was blasted back dozens of meters, his body covered in countless sword marks. He stammered in horror, "You... Perfection in the Fourth Move of the Drunken Sword Technique?"

"Heh, I've been lonely here for over ten thousand years. Forget the fourth move; I've cultivated even the eighteenth move to Perfection," the Tomb Spirit said with cold arrogance.

He was an immortal being of Spiritual Qi, able to survive wherever Spiritual Qi existed.

That was ten thousand years.

In those ten thousand years, he had not only cultivated the Drunken Sword Technique but had also transformed from a weak Spirit Body into a formidable existence that surpassed the Martial Venerable Great Perfection Realm.

"I've lost!"

Shi Xiao retreated, completely dejected.

The Ninth Floor Master comforted him, "Shi Xiao, don't be discouraged. Senior Tomb Spirit is an ancient monster who has lived for ten thousand years. It's normal that you can't defeat him."

"That's right. He's older than all of us here combined."

"In fact, you're already outstanding!"

"With your talent, if you were to live for ten thousand years, you might even become stronger than Senior Tomb Spirit."

The Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Floor Masters all chimed in with words of comfort.

Only then did Shi Xiao regain his spirits.

The Ninth Floor Master instructed, "Yanchen, Ling Hao, Pei Yuan, the three of you attack together next. Don't disappoint Senior Tomb Spirit."

"Yes!"

Huang Yanchen led the two remaining Inheritors to stand before the Tomb Spirit. "Senior, this time, the three of us will challenge you together."

"Now that's more like it!"

The Tomb Spirit chuckled. "If a magnificent, ten-thousand-year-old monster like me were defeated by you little brats, would I have any face left?"

This time, not only was he not angry, but he was immensely satisfied.

Huang Yanchen cupped her hands. "Junior Brother Shi Xiao was reckless earlier. I apologize to you, Senior, on his behalf. However, the three of us are about to go all out. If we happen to offend you by defeating you, I ask that you do not blame us."

"Bring it on!"

The Tomb Spirit said, eager for a fight.

Huang Yanchen sent a mental message, "I'll attack from the front to draw his attention. You two find an opportunity to strike Senior Tomb Spirit from the sides."

BOOM!

The moment she finished speaking, Huang Yanchen stomped hard on the ground and shot forward like a streak of light.

The Sixth Move of the Drunken Sword Technique!

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

As expected of the leader among the disciples, Huang Yanchen's first strike was incredibly powerful. She had even unleashed the Drunken Sword Technique at the Perfection Realm.

"Perfection in the Sixth Move of the Drunken Sword Technique, and a Late-stage Martial King Realm? Not bad, not bad. But this little bit of skill is far from enough!"

The Tomb Spirit offered a few words of praise as the longsword in his hand slashed toward Huang Yanchen.

SWISH!

A single beam of sword light easily and completely neutralized Huang Yanchen's attack.

"What?"

Huang Yanchen's heart skipped a beat.

'I knew I wasn't a match for the Tomb Spirit, but I never expected to lose so quickly. My Sword Move was broken the instant I unleashed it.'

'And he did it with such ease.'

'Out in the world, he would definitely be a peerless genius on the level of someone like Fu Tianbo.'

SWISH! SWISH!

Seeing Huang Yanchen's Sword Move broken, Ling Hao and Pei Yuan's hearts sank, and they wasted no time in attacking the Tomb Spirit.

This was their last chance.

If Huang Yanchen were completely defeated, they would lose a powerful ally and have no hope of ever beating the Tomb Spirit.

"I've been waiting for you two. Seventh Move of the Drunken Sword Technique!"

The Tomb Spirit swung his sword twice with lightning speed.

BANG! BANG!

Before Ling Hao and Pei Yuan could even execute their Sword Moves, they were blasted away, each with a bloody gash on their shoulder.

"This..."

Everyone present froze.

They never imagined that even with the three great geniuses—Huang Yanchen, Pei Yuan, and Ling Hao—joining forces, they still couldn't defeat the Tomb Spirit.

The Tomb Spirit froze as well.

"You... You all are too weak!"

The Tomb Spirit said, exasperated.

According to the agreement, only if they defeated him could he summon the Residual Soul of the Drunken Immortal Tower's ancestor to bestow the Martial Emperor's Legacy.

But now...

"Did I strike too hard? But... but I didn't even use a tenth of my power," the Tomb Spirit muttered aggrievedly.

'I was already holding back, but they still couldn't beat me.'

'Doesn't this mean I'm going to be lonely here forever?'

'No!'

'Absolutely not!'

The Tomb Spirit scanned everyone present. His eyes suddenly lit up as he turned to Su Mo and said, "Junior, it's your turn to make a move."

He had long since seen that Su Mo was extraordinary.

'Someone who can modify the moves of the Drunken Sword Technique and increase their power dozens of times over must be a true prodigy.'

'Besides, I can hold back.'

'Hold back a *lot*!'

However, Su Mo shook his head and said, "My apologies, but I'm not a disciple of your Drunken Immortal Tower. I have no reason to fight you."