First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 1639 - I Want to Fight First

Shen Qingshi was from Cloud Apparatus Immortal Manor, and he was a Miracle Realm Immortal King.

Su Yi naturally wasn’t unfamiliar with his faction of origin. Not long after he arrived in the Ascension Ground on the Jing Province’s White Deer Mountain, experts of Cloud Apparatus Immortal Manor arrived to pursue him.

Su Yi slew numerous Void Realm True Immortals, and he was even targeted by Divine Emissary Hei Mo.

Although Su Yi defeated his opponents in the end, Hei Mo poured his life force into his final attack, almost killing Su Yi in the process.

In the end, Su Yi was left badly injured. It was the mute A’Li who’d stepped in to save him.

Later, Su Yi learned that the deity behind Cloud Apparatus Immortal Manor was Old Man Providence, the one the spearwoman called the Angler!

And they’d found him thanks to the Karmic Hook he’d acquired in the Domain Boundary Battlefield.

Given the circumstances, Su Yi naturally had a poor impression of Shen Qingshi, one of their Immortal Kings.

As Su Yi evaluated Shen Qingshi, everyone else in turn evaluated him. When they saw that he really was just a young man in their twenties, many of the higher-ups’ expressions grew even darker.

One Immortal King couldn’t take it anymore. He shouted, “Pei Hongjing, do you see that? Everyone spectating in the City of Ten Thousand Stars is cursing Blue Cliff Academy for its shameless behavior!”

Someone else exclaimed in disbelief, “You seriously brought a little fellow in the Universe Realm here to throw his life away?”

Someone else shouted, “I dare say with certainty that after today, your reputation will lie in shambles, and Blue Cliff Academy will become the shame of the Immortal Realm!”

The Immortal Kings weren’t at all polite. They were practically spitting right in Pei Hongjing’s face.

One of the Immortal Kings then turned his attention to Su Yi. He said coldly, “Little fellow, you know this is no different from suicide. Why come? Don’t tell me Pei Hongjing threatened you? If so, tell me, and I promise to help you get justice!”

Pei Hongjing couldn’t help but grimace.

“It seems to me that Brother Pei might well have had his reasons for doing this. Let’s hold back our anger now and see what happens,” a beautiful, sultry woman in white said warmly.

She looked at Su Yi. “Since Brother Pei thinks highly of our young friend, I’m sure he’s no ordinary Universe Realm Immortal. After all, who would be so foolish as to come here just to throw their life away? I’m eager to see what kind of surprises our young friend brings us.”

She nodded at Su Yi as if to encourage him.

Su Yi was briefly stunned, but he just smiled and said nothing.

Pei Hongjing transmitted an explanation. “That’s Madam Xiangyun. She’s from Clear Plain Academy, and we have a close relationship. Clear Plain Academy sent a dazzling Immortal Lady to participate in this deathmatch.”

He then indicated to the delicate figure standing beside Madam Xiangyun.

She was a beautiful woman in a long, blue-green dress. She had a gentle demeanor.

Pei Hongjing said, “Her name is Yu Sheng, and she’s an extraordinary talent. She isn’t at all inferior to Pine Hut College’s Nie Weirui. I wouldn’t have thought Madam Xiangyun could bear to risk her in this deathmatch.”

Su Yi could tell that Pei Hongjing thought very highly of this Immortal Lady Yu Sheng.

It was then that Garrison Master Shen Qingshi spoke up, quelling the clamor of voices. “Enough. It’s already been decided. Please refrain from making any further comments.”

The crowd instantly clamped their mouths shut. They knew that Blue Cliff Academy couldn’t have sent a Universe Realm Immortal into battle without Garrison Master Shen Qingshi’s approval.

Shen Qingshi announced, “The Immortal-Demon Deathmatch will begin in fifteen minutes. The participants can draw their lots now.”

The attendant accompanying him instantly stepped forth, holding a box of lots. Su Yi and the seventeen Immortal Lords and Ladies each drew a lot to determine what order they’d fight it.

Soon, the drawing was over. Su Yi was to fight seventh!

“Seventh?” Su Yi’s brow furrowed.

A gray-robed, white-haired man snorted coldly. “What, don’t tell me you want to be the first to go to your death?”

Su Yi said flatly, “Of course. I think we ought to shift the rules and place me up first, just as you said.”

The gray-robed, white-haired man was stunned. The others were baffled too. Is this Universe Realm kid really unafraid to die, or does he just want to get it over with?

One of the participants was so angry that he laughed. “Nonsense! The rules are the rules. How can we change them on your account?”

“Are you in that much of a hurry to throw your life away?”

“Hah! Blue Cliff Academy sure is something. Where on earth did they find a kid so unafraid to die?”

The crowd’s words were barbed, and they didn’t just chastise Su Yi. They seized the opportunity to mock Pei Hongjing, too.

In the end, no one listened to Su Yi’s suggestion. His words carried far too little weight.

Su Yi didn’t push, either.

When noon arrived, the sound of a horn resounded through the sky.

Beyond the Seventh Gate of Heaven, the demons camped on the Bloodthirsty Plains set off.

Boom!

Heaven and earth trembled. Demonic energy filled the skies.

A group consisting of six Demon Kings and eighteen Demon Nobles shot toward the Seventh Gate of Heaven.

The Demon Kings of the Beyond were terrifying existences comparable to Immortal Kings! Now, six of them were moving in unison. Their auras alone made heaven and earth change color. Even the mountains and rivers seemed dimmer.

The crowd watching from the Seventh Gate of Heaven fell silent. All conversation abruptly died down. The audience’s hearts shook as they looked over and watched with bated breath.

The Immortal-Demon Deathmatch was about to begin!

Boom——!

As the demon experts drew closer, a barrier appeared, like a transparent, illusory curtain between the Seventh Gate of Heaven and the Bloodthirsty Plains.

The barrier connected heaven and earth. The power of the Laws of the Immortal Dao arose on its surface, mysterious and ethereal. This was the manifested power of the Stele of Heaven’s Will!

The demons’ steps halted at the barrier. None dared advance any further.

“That guy’s got to be Yin Beiwu! The unrivaled genius Immortal Noble of the Silvermoon Demons’ younger generation. His foundations are heaven-defyingly terrifying!”

Many of the immortals’ gazes focused on the same person. He was a handsome, youthful-looking man with a head of long, snow-white hair. His features were handsome but unearthly, and he was dressed in black, with his hands behind his back.

He had a languid bearing, and he was even gnawing on a piece of straw. His long, narrow eyes were half shut, like crescent moons.

Yin Beiwu!

He’d drawn the most attention of all the participating Demon Nobles. Over the past few years, his name had spread throughout the territories bordering the Seventh Gate of Heaven. Countless people were talking about him.

His participation meant that many of the Immortal Realm’s experts thought poorly of their chances in this Immortal-Demon Deathmatch.

There was no need to even question it. Yin Beiwu was the demons’ ace!

Su Yi recognized the six Demon Kings’ origins at a glance. Three of the six Demon Kings are Silvermoon Demons. The other three are representatives of the Goldenflame, Floating, and Wind Ray Demons.

As for the participants? Su Yi barely glanced at them before looking away. He wasn’t overly concerned.

Even Yin Beiwu, the one everyone else was paying attention to, didn’t particularly concern him.

But none of the Immortal Kings dared disregard this lineup. All of them were solemn, as if they were about to face powerful foes.

The atmosphere was deathly silent, tense, and austere.

A figure shot out of the demons’ camp and said coldly, “Representatives of the Immortal Realm, have you washed your necks and prepared to die?”

His voice boomed like thunder, resounding throughout heaven and earth.

This was Yin Xiaotian, an Immortal King of the Silvermoon Demons, as well as the leader of this expedition.

This “greeting” was utterly contemptuous and tyrannical. The immortals’ expressions darkened, and all of them felt stifled.

This was just too much! He was blatantly looking down on them!

Garrison Master Shen Qingshi rose and said calmly, “No need to waste time talking. Let’s begin the Immortal-Demon Deathmatch.”

Yin Xiaotian threw back his head and laughed. “Very well! Since you’re in such a hurry to die, we’ll give you what you want!”

With that, he waved. “Jin Zhong, you’re up first.”

“Got it!”

A Goldenflame Demon swathed in demonic flames stepped forth. He was tall and stalwart, and his eyes flashed like cold lightning as he swept his gaze across the Cloudy Dome Immortal Platform and grinned. “Who among you wants to die first?”

His bluster was appalling, but his momentum was terrifying.

“What do you have to be arrogant about? Allow me to take your head!” An Immortal Lord snorted coldly, then stepped forth to do battle.

He was a peak Immortal Lord in military garb, and his name was Qin Feng!

Qin Feng leaped from the platform, passing through the barrier to arrive outside the Seventh Gate of Heaven.

Whoosh!

All eyes were instantly upon him and his opponent, Jin Zhong. The atmosphere was stifled and tense.

A fierce battle was about to begin!

The rules of the Immortal-Demon Deathmatch were simple.

The participants fought one-on-one outside the Seventh Gate of Heaven’s Barrier. The battle wasn't over until one of the two was dead.

There was no fleeing and no admitting defeat!

No one was permitted to use treasures or external power that exceeded their cultivation level!

You only won when your opponent was dead, and no one of either camp was permitted to interfere.

“Want to take my head? Hahaha! I’ll shatter your skull before you get the chance!”

Jin Zhong attacked with a burst of unbridled laughter.

Boom!

One hundred thousand feet of golden demonic flames burst around him. He was like a demonic god emerging from the flame as he swung his palm at Qin Feng.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng drew his saber. Immortal Lord Laws interwove around him as he charged into the fray.

Just like that, a grand battle broke out. It quickly reached peak ferocity, provoking startled cries from the audience.

Even the Immortal Lords watched with bated breath and rapt attention.

Su Yi retracted his gaze, took out a jug of wine, and had a sip. Inwardly, he sighed.

He could tell that although Qin Feng was a peak Immortal Lord with a first-rate cultivation base, he had no hope of victory against a Goldenflame Demon Noble like Jin Zhong.

Su Yi wasn’t at all pleased to see this.

And indeed, just as he expected, Qin Feng lost in seconds, as if to verify Su Yi’s evaluation. Jin Zhong shattered Qin Feng’s skull in a single slap, killing him on the spot.

The experts of the Immortal Realm were deathly silent. Even the birds ceased their song.

But the demons’ camp burst into delighted laughter. The sound was extraordinarily grating.