Chapter 851: Face Stomping

“Can you keep your words?” Feng Feiyun pretended to be tempted.

A senior from the Meng replied: “Young man, if you can defeat Tianyu, we’ll forget about how you crippled Tianhu’s hand and will even give you spirits stones. We’ll apologize to the four youths of the half-demon alliance as well.”

“Really?” Feiyun said.

“I am the seventh supreme elder of the Meng, I can represent our clan.” The senior said. He was powerful with a faint glow. Dao laws rotated around him despite the suppression of the Meteoric Stone. He was definitely a big shot from that clan.

“So be it.” Feiyun agreed.

The half-demons’ heart sank because Feiyun had fallen into the Meng’s trap.

A half-demon daring to attack one of their members? There was no way this clan would let it go. Anyone could tell that they were baiting him into the realm of death for Tianyu to torture him.

The Meng wanted everyone to know that their prestige and authority couldn’t be questioned. They were allowed to bully half-demons, not the other way around.

As the half-demons were worrying, the members of the Meng had a sneer on their face.

“Brother Feng, I will fight in your stead.” A middle-aged man that had cultivated for more than three hundred years stepped forward. He was at peak ninth-level.

“Let me, my life isn’t worth much.” An old half-demon said, ready to take Feiyun’s place.

Feiyun was moved by their heroism. He thought that they weren’t cowards, only that they didn’t want to die for no reason before so they chose to endure silently instead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll leave that place alive.” Feiyun said with confidence.

He and Meng Tianyu needed to sign a pact in order to enter the realm of death. A relatively beautiful woman wearing a blue dress worked as a manager in the palace. She handed the agreement to them and stared sympathetically at Feiyun with her bright eyes.

“It’s just a death clause, no big deal.” Meng Tianyu signed his name and sneered at Feiyun.

Feiyun grabbed a pen and paused for a moment before writing down his name, “Feng Feiyun.”

Meng Tianyu could breathe easily after the guy signed. His eyes turned cold while staring at Feiyun as if he was staring at a dead guy: “I’ll let you suffer a fate worse than death in there. The prestige of the Meng isn’t to be trifled with.”

He scowled and entered the realm.

Feiyun rubbed his chin, not paying any mind. On the other hand, he turned towards the woman and asked: “I heard you can win spirit stones by winning here. How many?”

Lan Wanjing thought that this half-demon was ridiculous. He had signed the death clause yet still wanted to talk about spirit stones?

“A regular battle is one spirit stone per win. A realm of death victory is ten spirit stones.” She answered.

“So little?” Feiyun responded. How could so many people come here to fight over this meager amount?

“The more consecutive victories, the higher the number. The same with higher cultivation fights. Of course, one needs to hand over spirit stones first.” She said.

Feiyun didn’t want to know all the rules and simply said: “How many stones do I need to hand over for this fight?”

“Because you’re fighting in the realm of death at the ninth level, you need to hand over ten spirit stones. Then in the case of defeat or death, you’ll need to pay another ten.”

“Still have to pay after dying?”

“That’s how it is, every cultivator follows this rule.”

“Your battle palace must make a lot of money.” Feiyun sighed.

“The palace is a place for training, paid by money. Only the truly talented would be able to win spirit stones. Ordinary cultivators only trade money for training time.”

Feiyun handed twenty spirit stones to the girl. Ten was for the right to use the stage; another ten was a cash pledge in case of his death.

Feiyun entered the realm and felt the pressure disappear. Spirit energy rushed out of his dantian and traveled through his veins.

He could sense the pure power of Buddhism once more. It was actually purer than before. Could this be the effect of the Meteoric Stone?

He was at the limit of Heaven’s Mandate now, on the verge of reaching the Death Tribulation. Once he surpassed this, he would obtain rebirth and reach the first level of Nirvana.

The realm of death spanned 20,000 miles. Numerous rocks floated in the air; some as big as a mountain while others as small as a fist.

This was a battlefield created from a low-level realm. The spatial fabrics were unstable, similar to the beast realm from Wanxian Pagoda.

The jade mirror outside showed Feiyun and Tianyu. The two of them were only a hundred meters from each other.

Meng Tianyu wore battle armor and had a bright glow around him, looking like a deity.

“I can’t believe you’re dumb enough to actually come here. I’ll show you true power today, lowly half-demon. Since you stomped on our member’s hand, I’ll stomp your face.” Tianyu sneered.

“I’m sure you’ll try. Unfortunately, I need to get my ten spirit stone back from the battle palace so I can’t afford to lose.” Feiyun found this amusing.

The people outside could hear their conversation. The majority burst out in laughter. This half-demon was insane - caring about ten stones when death was near.

“Half-demons are wretched and poor, please excuse him.” One genius from the Meng laughed.

“It’s starting.” Meng Tianyu’s spirit energy engulfed a radius of several thousand meters. It turned into a treasure seal.

He raised his hand and the seal began attacking, crushing every rock along the way.

Feiyun didn’t retaliate and chose to use his speed to escape, jumping from one rock to another.

“Quite fast.” Tianyu snorted and began darting through the air, leaving afterimages behind. The rocks in his path were reduced to dust by his mighty spirit energy.

His current speed was faster than Feiyun. He took out an old-styled spirit sword, heavy and thick with dao engravings.

He unleashed a vertical slash, creating a massive energy wave capable of piercing heaven and earth.

The spectators outside could still feel this monstrous attack, thinking that Feiyun was finished.

However, they didn’t see how he summoned a black rod. He appeared behind Meng Tianyu and smashed the guy’s back of the neck.

“Boom!” The imperious Meng Tianyu slammed into the ground; his skull probably broke while his forehead dug into the dirt. His eyes were filled with fear as he tried to get up.

“Stay down.” Feiyun stomped down. Golden maelstroms gathered beneath his foot, completely immobilizing Meng Tianyu.

“Boom!” This stomp was merciless and crushed Tianyu’s cheeks. His head nearly exploded.

The spectators couldn’t believe it and became frozen. The development was brutal and unexpected.

A genius from the Meng was completely crushed by a half-demon. His face caved down with blood gushing out.

Meng Tianyu groaned and bellowed beneath Feiyun’s foot, unable to escape.

The members of the Meng were going crazy, especially the seventh supreme elder. His face was pale, not expecting a defeat.

Their clan might have to apologize to the half-demon alliance now. He wanted to slap his mouth for committing this mistake.

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