Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

At this moment, it was morning, and the sunlight was intense.

The sunlight poured over the land, warming it up.

When it shone on people's bodies, it was gentle and comforting.

But the Human Race cultivators present were all chilled, as if encountering June frost.

Their hearts felt cold.

The twenty-six Foundation Establishment cultivators who ascended the arena were all geniuses of the Human Race; without the qualification of genius, one had no right to take the stage.

Then, they were all killed by Jin Hao.

"Under the sunlight, the strength of the Golden Crow Race will increase significantly!" A Nascent Soul True Monarch spoke.

"Jin Hao is too strong, it's a pure-blooded Golden Crow... even at night, we are no match for it. The disparity between Human Race and Demon Race emperors in the early stages is too great!" another Nascent Soul spoke.

Everyone fell silent.

Some of the Nascent Souls wanted to refute, but in the end, they turned silent.

Admitting defeat is nothing to be ashamed of.

If one doesn't even have the courage to admit defeat, how can one face their own heart and prove the way to become immortal?

"The bloodline advantage of the Demon Race in the early stages is too obvious; let's admit defeat!"

"No way, this concerns one-thousandth of our race's fortune!"

"Then, you send your disciple up!"

Many Nascent Souls argued, but the more they argued, the more helpless they felt.

The Demon Race relies on bloodlines, the Human Race on comprehension.

In the early stages, the Human Race cannot compare to the Demon Race; it is only later, with accumulated strength, that they even the score.

The geniuses of the Human Race going up might not win, and would only lose their lives for nothing.

"Very well, the Foundation Establishment battle, the Demon Race won!"

In the end, many Nascent Souls concluded.

The Demon Race was cheering, while the morale of the Human Race was declining.

...

Soon, the second match, the Purple Mansion battle began.

This time, a strong figure from the Kunpeng Race ascended the arena.

A strong figure of the Human Race also ascended the arena.

Boom boom!

Both sides clashed together, and after a fierce battle of a hundred moves, the Kunpeng Race used a secret technique to kill the Human Race's strong figure.

Moments later, a Human Race strong figure took the stage, wielding a secret technique, and a blade of sword light flashed by, causing this Kunpeng Race genius to fall.

Then, another strong Demon Race figure ascended the arena to clash with this Human Race strong figure.

Boom boom!

On the arena, they clashed, constantly colliding, tearing each other apart, executing killing moves, with the battle turning the sky and earth dark.

Until the Human Race strong figure attacked and killed this Demon Race strong figure, the battle ended.

Apparently greatly exhausted, the Human Race strong figure sat on the arena, starting to recuperate.

"The battle was somewhat bloody!"

Lu Xuanji frowned slightly.

The arena battles of both sides prohibited the use of weapons, talismans, elixirs, etc.

The Human Race and Demon Race each sent thirty cultivators to the arena for a duel.

In such a duel, there's no "I won this time, I can retreat now."

Instead, winning means having to guard the arena, killing all thirty of the opposing cultivators, holding to the end, or being killed halfway.

The so-called scoring system doesn't exist.

In the cultivation realm, it is extremely cruel; the so-called geniuses are the least valuable, as creating one genius is less valuable than creating a king of geniuses.

However, after killing the enemy, one could rest for a quarter of an hour to recover primordial Qi.

Bang bang bang!

The fighting continued, the slaughter continued!

This Human Race cultivator, after continuously killing five Demon Race members, was targeted in the sixth match by a certain Demon Race cultivator and killed on the spot.

The battle grew increasingly fierce.

By the end, all thirty tokens of the Human Race were exhausted, and all thirty Purple Mansion Great Cultivators were wiped out.

The Demon Race side also suffered severe casualties, with only five Purple Mansion tokens remaining intact.

A certain Great Demon from the Purple Mansion stood there, exuding a formidable aura.

"In this round, the Demon Race still won!"

The atmosphere among everyone was somewhat oppressive.

...

Soon the third showdown began.

Both sides looked at the arena, each contemplating.

At this moment, a Demon Race Golden Core ascended the arena, shouting, "Who dares to fight me?"

"Swish!"

At this moment, Lu Xuanji ascended the arena, reaching out to grab.

A Golden Core fell into his hand.

Boom!

Another punch was sent out, and this Demon Race Golden Core immediately perished.

"Who dares to fight me?"

Lu Xuanji said calmly, a faint excitement flashing in his heart as he looked at the Demon Race.

"He went up a bit too early!"

Jin Xi frowned.

In the Golden Core battles, the first few who ascended the arena generally had average strength and were mainly probing the enemy, while the ones who came later were the top strong ones.

But having gotten on the ring, he could only fight on and could not step down; everything was up to him now.

At this moment, everyone was watching the arena.

Especially those Nascent Soul cultivators were watching him, seemingly trying to discern his details.

But they soon frowned, for there was a faint gray mist around Lu Xuanji's body, obscuring his information, and the information obtained from calculations was chaotic and disorderly.

Even his rotation in the Golden Core was vague.

The celestial secret was in chaos, making all things unordered.

"Interesting!"

Numerous Nascent Soul Demons laughed, as if seeing an amusing toy.

Divine thought transmitted information, and the next moment another Golden Core Demon King ascended the arena, this time a Golden Crow, with Qi and blood blazing like flames, emanating golden light from its whole body, and exuding terrifying aura, saying, "This king..."

However, before finishing the words.

A blade struck down.

This blade was like golden lightning, born from nothing, as if momentary, as if eternal.

A blood line appeared on the forehead of the Golden Crow.

Thud!

The Golden Crow fell to the ground, leaving only a corpse.

Swish!

Lu Xuanji waved his sleeve, instantly collecting the Golden Crow's body, and said lightly, "Who else dares to fight me?"

His tone was cold and domineering.

Since he couldn't stay low, he would be as high-profile as possible!

Everyone was left speechless, and some Nascent Soul cultivators wanted to comment but fell silent.

Such a genius, they were not qualified to comment.

"I shall fight you!"

Another Golden Core Great Demon ascended the arena, this time a Kunpeng.

But what approached was a brilliant blade.

The Golden Core Great Demon, attempting to counterattack with magical power, found itself unable to move, as if its soul had been snatched away by the blade.

Swish!

Another bloodline flew across, and another Golden Core Great Demon fell.

"Next one!"

Lu Xuanji said calmly, as nonchalant as finding five dollars by the roadside.

One Golden Core after another ascended the arena, but facing the advancing blade, they were powerless, only watching as the long saber swept across their foreheads, severing their lifelines.

Instantly, the Demon Race was in an uproar.

The Human Race also buzzed.

"Such a fast blade, a hundred blades refined into one, with the power of a hundred blades under one strike." A Nascent Soul Demon Emperor spoke: "The Human Race has produced a prodigy, with brilliant methods, but once his limit is seen, that's all he can do! Send the Profound Nether Demon King up. The Profound Nether Demon King has the strongest defense and can break this blade."

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