Cultivation Online

"W-What’s happening to Mad Tiger? He suddenly stopped moving!"

"Look at his face! It’s twisted with fear for some reason!"

"What?! How is that possible?!"

The disciples and Elder Cheng there turned their heads to look at Yuan, and to their surprise, when they saw his golden eyes, their bodies trembled with profound fear despite not being targeted by the terrorizing gaze.

’What kind of terrifying technique is that?! I have never experienced such fear in my life— not even when I nearly died that one time!’ Elder Cheng could feel his legs shaking uncontrollably, almost like there was an ongoing earthquake.

While the disciples and Elder Cheng were quaking in their boots by the unfathomable aura emitted by the Dragon’s Gaze, Wu Laohu, who was directly targeted by this gaze, felt a hundred times worse, almost as though he was staring at a divine beast at this moment.

’What am I looking at? Why is everything so dark? Where am I? Who... am I?’

As though he’d lost his mind, Wu Laohu began questioning his own existence.

Shhhhh...

Unbeknownst to Wu Laohu, he’d pissed his pants, creating a yellow puddle underneath his feet and shocking the crowd. In fact, even after pissing his pants, Wu Laohu remained oblivious to that fact, as he was too fearful to notice anything.

Furthermore, he didn’t dare to look away from Yuan’s threatening gaze even for a split second, as he feared that if he looked away, Yuan would immediately kill him.

"You forced my hand."

Yuan suddenly said, startling Wu Laohu.

"W-What did you just say...?" Wu Laohu mumbled in a low voice.

"I said... this is all your fault."

BOOM!

Yuan’s aura suddenly exploded, and his eyes began glowing even more brightly!

"Amazing! He’s releasing an aura that’s similar to Spirit Warriors but he’s only at the peak of Spirit Apprentice!"

The disciples were shocked by Yuan’s sudden display of prowess.

Cough!

Unable to bear Yuan’s Dragon’s Gaze any longer, Wu Laohu coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the marble floor red. However, he didn’t fall unconscious just yet and is barely holding on!

"If you didn’t provoke me, none of this would have happened. If you didn’t force this match, I wouldn’t need to do this." Yuan spoke in a calm voice as he began moving again, making his way towards Wu Laohu.

"S-S-Stay away from me..." Wu Laohu spoke with a terrified voice, feeling a strong desire to turn around and run away, yet he remained standing there, rooted in fear.

Before he realized it, Yuan was already standing in front of him like a towering giant!

"P-Please... I-I forfeit! I surrender this match!" Wu Laohu shouted out loud, sounding like he was beginning for his life.

However, Yuan calmly resounded, "Surrender? Did you forget? There’s no surrendering in this match. It’ll only end when one of us loses consciousness."

The moment his sentence ended, Yuan increased the intensity of his Dragon’s Gaze, pressuring Wu Laohu even more.

Cough!

Wu Laohu coughed up another mouthful of blood, feeling his vision becoming blurry.

"Perhaps... I should just kill you right here and right now so you will never be able to bother me again..." Yuan spoke in a cold voice, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"W-What?!" Wu Laohu’s eyes widened with shock, and he could feel bloodlust coming from Yuan’s gaze.

’He’s not bluffing! He’ll really kill me!’ Wu Laohu thought to himself.

Unfortunately for Wu Laohu, due to the influence of Dragon’s Gaze, he was in no condition to think logically, hence why he forgot about the sect rules regarding disciples killing another disciple.

"Die!"

Yuan activated Dragon’s Gaze to almost full power, sending Wu Laohu into shock.

"Ah!"

Wu Laohu’s eyes rolled behind his head with his body falling backward.

Thud!

Wu Laohu’s body collapsed onto the floor a moment later with foam coming out of his mouth.

"..."

The entire place turned dead silent when they realized what had just happened.

"Mad Tiger lost consciousness! It’s that disciple’s win! He defeated the 3rd ranked Outer Court disciple without lifting a single finger!" One of the disciples there exclaimed after a moment of silence.

After defeating Wu Laohu, Yuan closed his eyes and rubbed them for a few seconds. Once he reopened his eyes, they returned to normal.

"This is my win, right?" Yuan turned to look at Elder Cheng and spoke.

"Gulp!"

Elder Cheng swallowed nervously as a chill went down his spine. Even though Yuan was no longer using Dragon’s Gaze, Elder Cheng’s body subconsciously reacted even to Yuan’s gaze.

’J-Just who is this Outer Court disciple?!’ he cried inwardly.

"Hahahahaha!"

Suddenly, a burst of loud laughter resounded in the area, causing everybody there to turn around, and to their surprise, an old lady was approaching the arena.

"Who is that sect elder?"

The Outer Court disciples there were unfamiliar with this old lady’s appearance.

However, Elder Cheng’s eyes widened with shock when he saw this old lady, as there was no way he’d not recognize the person he’s working for— his boss!

"Senior E-Elder Dai!" Elder Cheng immediately bowed to her.

Elder Dai stopped in front of Elder Cheng and spoke in a calm voice, "Elder Cheng, what’s going on here?"

"N-Nothing out of the ordinary, Senior Elder Dai. It’s just two Outer Court disciples sparring with each other." Elder Cheng responded with a stiff smile on his face.

"Oh? Is that so?" Elder Dai nodded with an oblivious look on her face, acting as if she didn’t know any better.

And she continued, "You may return to the Dispute Hall. I’ll handle things from here."

"You will?" Elder Cheng looked at her with a gawking expression. Why does she, a high-ranking sect elder, want to handle something like a match between two Outer Court disciples?