Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1659: Chapter 963: _3

"Shut up." Yang Xiao did not even look at her.

Butterfly Lady stepped back, chuckling awkwardly twice, no longer daring to speak.

"I’m here today to set some rules for you. From now on, newcomers will arrive here periodically, but the total number will remain unchanged. Newcomers will replace the old ones. Newcomers have the right to choose an opponent and challenge them. Those chosen must accept the challenge. Am I clear?" Yang Xiao glanced around.

"Pick your opponent." Yang Xiao stepped back, giving the floor to Chen Nang.

Chen Nang glanced around, but no one volunteered to fight; everyone was watching coldly.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, whoever kills someone, all magic artifacts on that person belong to them. The more you work, the more you get." Yang Xiao, not one to miss the excitement, added.

"Monk, can you see through this person?" Ku Daoist asked softly, standing under a crooked tree. frёewebηovel.cѳm

The one-eyed monk’s mask faced Chen Nang’s direction, only after a while did he reply in a low voice, "There’s something strange; his aura is a bit off."

"Master, are you going to step in and offer some guidance?" Chen Nang looked toward the one-eyed monk’s direction, his smile warm and amiable, like a college student.

Upon hearing this, the one-eyed monk clasped his hands together and softly chanted a Buddhist prayer, "If the benefactor wishes to challenge this poor monk, this poor monk won’t avoid. But if the benefactor spares this poor monk, this poor monk is willing to burn incense and pray for you."

With these words, everyone present understood what was happening. Once again, the great monk was cowering.

Last time Yang Xiao came, he cowered, talking about the importance of harmony in society. Now another person comes, and this monk is asking for leniency again, really losing all face.

However, Yang Xiao became interested in this monk. He knew the monk had some skills, apart from his solid Upper Ghost Level strength, even his vision was quite impressive. He figured the monk sensed something was off with Chen Nang.

He’s a cautious person, and Yang Xiao likes cautious people.

"You, filthy as you are, I didn’t like you as a neighbor." Chen Nang picked his opponent, the Butcher.

Being singled out by Chen Nang, the Butcher felt a chill down his spine. He sensed now that Chen Nang was a Mid-stage Ghost Level Angel Envoy, much stronger than him in spiritual power.

But the rules were set by Yang Xiao, and no one dared to defy this young man; the memory of the Desire Demon being killed in one move was still fresh.

"Hold on, there’s another rule: when the weak fight the strong, if you can last thirty moves, you pass." Yang Xiao added again.

"What happens to the loser?" the Trickster’s slightly sharp voice sounded, "Does the strong one keep challenging others?"

Yang Xiao sneered, "No more challenges. If you can’t win after thirty moves against someone weaker, what’s the use of being alive? Might as well end yourself and not waste food."

With these words, the atmosphere grew much colder. These well-known Evil Cultivators could sense that Yang Xiao’s words were not just casual talk. In front of him, they were nothing but greenhorns.

The one-eyed monk became more convinced of his previous judgment. This person absolutely did not have merely Mid-stage Ghost Level strength. This was a soul borrowing a corpse, an elder with high status and experience, with real combat power at least reaching the Half-step Nether Realm level.

However, Yang Xiao’s words gave the Butcher a chance and confidence. If it came to a life and death struggle, the Butcher admitted he might not be a match for this young man. But if all he had to do was survive thirty moves without defeat, that seemed much simpler.

Chen Nang is a Mid-stage Ghost Level Angel Envoy, while he was only a bit shy of the Mid-stage Ghost Level, meaning there wasn’t a qualitative difference in their spiritual power intensity.

In sum, he had a chance. As long as he tried his best, his chances of winning were great.

Before the fight started, everyone quickly stepped back, giving them space.

"Do you sense it?" Ku Daoist’s corpse-controlling copper bell hung at his waist and started to ring faintly.

"Hmm, that person made the first move." Under the one-eyed monk’s mask, the solitary eye emitted a bewitching green glow. "It seems... it’s a curse technique."