Chapter 354: Betting on How Many of You One Hundred and Twenty-Eight People Will Survive

Sensing the endless killing intent outside, Lin Xun narrowed his eyes.

Lin Xun had already somewhat guessed that his identity would be exposed.

Or rather, if the other party hadn’t even figured that much out, their intelligence would be quite worrying.

However, he hadn’t expected them to have already set up an inescapable net, just waiting for him to step out.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

Since they had already picked up their blades, it meant they were prepared to be cut down themselves.

Outside the Rootless Secret Realm.

As soon as everyone exited the Secret Realm, they felt a wave of dizziness.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves on a plain, several miles away from the original Rootless Secret Realm.

These Cultivators looked up at the sky where they had just emerged; the endless killing intent was chilling.

Fortunately, many Elders had set up Magic Formations to protect them.

Protecting them from the influence of the Heaven and Earth Killing Array.

Otherwise…

They suspected that if they took even one step out of the Magic Formation, they would be torn apart by a random gust of wind.

They had never seen such a powerful Magic Formation.

It felt as if this single Magic Formation could sink the entire Fuchen Continent!

The Saint Lord of Dragon Cry Holy Land, the Saint Lord of Myriad Swords Holy Land, the Saint Lord of Spirit Deer Holy Land, the Saint Lord of Bodhi Holy Land, and so on.

As well as various Sect Masters who had long been famous!

The Realms of these Sect Masters were at least the Late Stage of the Jade Purity Realm!

This Magic Formation gathered the strongest combat power in the Myriad Laws World.

Lin Xun!

That name popped into their minds once again!

This grand array!

A Magic Formation that gathered enough power to invade the Demon Race World!

Could it be!

That it was only used to deal with Lin Xun!

“You’ve guessed correctly; this Magic Formation is indeed for dealing with Demon Son Lin Xun.”

In various parts of the plain, the Fuchen Continent Elders responsible for receiving these Cultivators spoke slowly.

“Many of you have likely seen his strength, but that was far from his limit. Watch closely.”

These Elders looked toward the Heaven and Earth Killing Array in unison, their eyes deep and their tones profound.

“Perhaps this is the only chance in your lives to witness such a formation! This will be a battle for the history books!”

“Boom!”

Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed from within the Rootless Secret Realm.

Everyone looked up.

Wang Chen bit her lower lip, wanting to leave the Magic Formation to help Lin Xun.

However, Bai Luoxue grabbed Wang Chen’s hand and gently shook her head.

Wang Chen lowered her gaze.

Ultimately, she stopped in her tracks.

She knew that with her strength…

…going there would only cause him trouble.

The young girl’s eyes looked toward the horizon with worry.

“If only I were stronger, would I be able to stand by Big Brother Lin’s side?”

Perhaps this was the first time Wang Chen felt a true thirst for power.

The scene shifted, sweeping across the plain and following everyone’s gaze upward to the center of the plain, where a man stood poised in the middle of the Magic Formation.

In his hand, he held a long spear, stained with blood.

His Face was covered by a mask, an Asura mask, terrifying and fearsome.

He wore a black robe that billowed and fluttered in the wind.

He faced the world; between heaven and earth, there were nothing but enemies, and he stood alone with his spear.

His skeletal age was only twenty-two.

He had only been cultivating for fourteen years.

Looking at him in the distance, countless Cultivators were somewhat dazed.

They knew that no matter the outcome of this battle…

【Lin Xun】

…this name…

…would never be erased from the river of history, no matter how much time passed!

They yearned for it, even dreaming of being like Lin Xun, facing all the world’s powerhouses alone—what a magnificent display of spirit!

But they knew they couldn’t do it.

Because…

…that man with a single spear…

…is named Lin Xun!

Lin Xun scanned his surroundings, and from beneath the Asura mask, a deep, resonant voice echoed between heaven and earth:

“Twelve in the Ascension Realm, sixty in the Immortal Realm, and fifty-six in the Late Stage of the Jade Purity Realm. Not bad; you all are really giving me, Lin, a lot of Face.”

As Lin Xun’s voice fell, the powerhouses at the one hundred and twenty-eight nodes of the Heaven and Earth Killing Array within the Magic Formation all focused their attention.

The killing intent in the air intensified further.

Even protected by the Magic Formation, the backs of the Cultivators on the plain were already drenched in sweat.

And these people were the geniuses and future leaders of the younger generation from the nine continents of the Myriad Laws World.

“Amitabha.” Complete Tranquility recited a Buddhist invocation. “Benefactor Lin, it has been a long time. I hope you have been well.”

“Yeah, not bad. Life’s been alright.”

Lin Xun looked at Complete Tranquility, his eyes narrowing behind the mask.

“Old Monk, if you keep carrying that so-called ‘compassion,’ you really will die this time.”

Hearing Lin Xun’s words, Complete Tranquility was momentarily stunned, then shook his head. “This poor monk has let you down, Benefactor.”

“Hahaha, what is there to be sorry for?” Lin Xun’s laughter drifted out. “For the reputation of the Bodhi Holy Land, for Wang Chen’s Dao, in the end, you’ve only burdened your own Buddha-heart. Old Monk, why are you so stubborn?”

For the reputation of the Bodhi Holy Land, Complete Tranquility joined the Heaven and Earth Killing Array, because a Buddha must subdue demons.

For Wang Chen to attain the Dao, Lin Xun had to die. Even if Wang Chen would hate him, her Abbot Grandfather, he had to help her become a Buddha.

But Complete Tranquility knew that Lin Xun was not a true demon.

This subduing of a demon was not truly subduing a demon.

He didn’t want to subdue the demon.

But for the Bodhi Holy Land and for Wang Chen, he had to “subdue the demon,” and this was what burdened his Buddha-heart.

Even now, Complete Tranquility’s heart was wavering; he wanted to give his all, yet he also wanted to hold back.

But in this life-and-death situation, if one’s heart wavered, death was certain.

That was why Lin Xun said he would die!

“Amitabha.”

Complete Tranquility pressed his palms together. Behind him, a Buddhist Avatar rose a hundred meters high, and Buddhist lotuses bloomed in the sky.

“Thank you for the enlightenment, Benefactor Lin. Then, Benefactor Lin, you must be careful.”

“Just don’t die.”

Lin Xun stopped looking at the Old Monk and looked down at the ground. “You two down there, why aren’t you coming up? This is your best chance to defeat me.”

On the ground were Jiang Yuerou and the Sword Pavilion’s Master, Lament.

Jiang Yuerou was so angry her teeth itched, and her cheeks puffed out.

Lament also narrowed her eyes.

But neither of them took a step forward.

“Lin Xun! Do not be so arrogant! Even if Saint Lord Jiang and Sword Immortal Lament are not participating, do you think you can escape?”

Shen Li shouted, his voice vibrating with power.

“Escape?”

Lin Xun held his long spear horizontally and wiped it gently, as if doing a final check of his weapon before going into battle.

“Why would I escape?”

Lin Xun gave a contemptuous smile. “How about we make a bet?”

“Is Young Master Lin fond of gambling?” the Saint Lord of Spirit Deer smiled and asked.

“I don’t have that habit, but this bet is quite fitting for the occasion and rather interesting.”

The Saint Lord of Dragon Cry laughed toward the sky. “Hahaha, kid! You really are interesting! Speak, what are we betting on, and what kind of bet is it?!”

“A bet on lives. Let’s bet on how many of you one hundred and twenty-eight people will survive.”