NOVEL NEXT Chapter 340: It's Coming for You!
A metallic 'clank' exploded in everyone's ears, causing Yun Ran to frown. The sound seemed to have a distracting effect on one's mind.
The rest also suffered, especially those who already had one or two marks on their bodies, clutched their ears in pain.
Meanwhile, in the spectator stands, only a small portion of the audience had been focusing on the large screen in the yellow zone.
But as the piercing metallic sound rang out, countless people turned their attention here.
Some people, after carefully noticing the iron sword surrounded by black aura hanging above the center of the competition, were so scared that they fell directly to the ground.
"That is…"
Those who recognized this sword felt a tightness in their throats and found the sword's name firmly stuck in their throats, unable to speak it out.
"Oh my god, isn't this a selection competition? How could such an incident occur? The competitors' clothing cannot withstand the Evil Qi of this sword!"
"Who inspected this competition venue? This is dereliction of duty, it's a disregard for lives!"
…
The big shots who were originally comfortably watching their juniors compete on stage, their faces turned very ugly upon seeing that sword.
Daoist Qingmu and others also looked somewhat out of sorts at the competition center below.
"What is going on? Wasn't this sword sealed? How could it suddenly appear here!"
"We must find a way to control this sword, otherwise, the younger generation of the Xuan Sect competing below may suffer severe casualties."
"Even if we join hands, I fear we won't stand a chance!"
Ginsengfruit and Dragon Spirit, seeing everyone appearing as if facing a great enemy, were somewhat puzzled, clearly not quite understanding the severity of this sword.
However, seeing the change in expression of the entire audience, they both guessed that this sword must be extraordinarily significant.
Ginsengfruit poked Dragon Spirit's hand: "Can you discern the origin of this sword?"
Although he wasn't worried about his Host being injured by this sword, it was always disadvantageous not to know anything about it.
Dragon Spirit's eyes suddenly flashed a streak of icy blue light, indicating that as soon as he activated his Divine Skills to trace back, he could see the origin of this sword.
Yun Ran, currently on the stage, looked at the evidently hostile sword with some guardedness in her eyes, feeling that it was not a good omen and that the sword seemed to be targeting her.
At Dragon Spirit's end, after activating the tracing Divine Skills, he directly shared with Yun Ran everything he saw.
Shortly, Yun Ran learned the origin of the sword, and it was more or less confirmed that, indeed, the sword was targeting her.
Originally, a thousand years ago, this sword was a divine weapon that exterminated Evil Spirits, but unexpectedly, it was seized by the people of the Witch Clan.
The sword had already developed a Sword Spirit, but the people of the Witch Clan not only killed its master but also submerged this divine weapon into the Blood Pool.
That Blood Pool was filled with the blood of halved-blood members of the Witch Clan sacrificed as human tributes. Gradually, the Sword Spirit developed violent evil thoughts, turning into a Demon Sword.
Eventually, even the Witch Clan could no longer control it, and many of their people died before they managed to seal it, leading to the gradual weakening and eventual demise of the Witch Clan.
This island was initially chosen for the purpose of sealing this Demon Sword.
Perhaps due to the many years of peace, people gradually forgot the existence of this Demon Sword, and now, its sudden appearance took everyone by surprise.
Dragon Spirit's voice transmitted into Yun Ran's mind: [It's coming for you! You have the bloodline of half Witch Clan in your veins, it will not rest until you are dead.]
Yun Ran now understood clearly; this Demon Sword held a grudge against the Witch Clan, and she was now caught in an unprovoked disaster.
Currently, the scene before her eyes was indeed one where enemies met with heightened animosity!
Upon finding out the origin of the Demon Sword, Dragon Spirit immediately stopped using its Divine Skills to trace it, and its body staggered slightly, with large beads of sweat falling down from its forehead.
This sword not only developed spiritual wisdom but was also soaked in the Blood Pool; it had killed numerous members of the Witch Clan and was no longer a simple Demon Sword.
Considering the scenes he had 'seen' before, where the Demon Sword slaughtered the Witch Clan's people, Dragon Spirit couldn't help touching its own neck.
It always felt a chilling sensation around its neck, and although it was usually quite smug, facing this Demon Sword directly, Dragon Spirit wasn't confident that it could escape.
[Yun Ran, you must be careful, this sword is formidable. Don't let it chop you; it can devour the souls of the Life it has chopped...]
Knowing the origin of the sword, Yun Ran's gaze never left the Demon Sword.
Meanwhile, Xie Xuzhi in the VIP room, saw the Demon Sword that was sealed underground suddenly appear.
Usually unflappable like Taishan collapsing before him, he stood up abruptly losing his composure, knocking over the teacup at his side in the process.
At this moment, his face was extremely unpleasant to look at.
This sword had originally been locked with sixteen Dragon Locking Chains; it was sealed centuries ago by the combined efforts of several powerful aristocratic families from the Xuan Sect.
Now that this Demon Sword appeared here, it meant that the sealing had been broken.
"Go check!"
Xie Xuzhi uttered only two words; his subordinates ran down with a serious demeanor to personally investigate.
"Pause the selection competition, have everyone evacuate immediately, inform all Special Administration Bureau personnel, protect at all costs!"
"Yes."
Xie Xuzhi watched as Yun Ran was now very close to the Demon Sword, his hands involuntarily clenching into fists.
All of these developments took place in just one minute.
The young generation of Xuanmen people participating in the selection competition, although they sensed something unusual about the sword, did not know its origins.
They still thought it was just one of the tasks in the selection competition despite sensing some danger; it did not instill any fear in them.
Perhaps this is what they say, ignorance is bliss.
The young man beside Yun Ran looked at the sword hovering above them, visibly feeling his own sword fear, even trembling and desiring to flee.
This puzzled him; although he was not from a Great Clan, his Talent was extraordinary, and his master was a knowledgeable person.
Over the years, he ventured all around to earn resources, encountering various dangers.
His sword had followed him through life and death for many years; even though it had not developed spiritual wisdom, it still had a mutual understanding with him.
This was the first time he so clearly sensed that his sword was submitting, fearful.
The young man slowly approached Yun Ran, whispering, "There's something strange about this sword, it's probably not just a simple task, we need to be careful."