The old man looked Yuki up and down and raised an eyebrow. “If someone dies, that is it.” When the old man said this, he turned to everyone else. “The rules of the dragon festival are simple. The strong make it to the top. Those who rise up and are able to make it to the top rankings will win prestige. In the Holy Land, strength is law. We do not care about what unspoken rules your sects have this tournament is to see who are the rising stars on each continent. I will say this again: only when ten people are left standing on this stage, will you be able to continue on to the next wrong.”

The old man then  floated up into the air and yelled out: “You may begin!”

As soon as the old man said this, a wave of killing intent spread over the crowd of young cultivators. It was filled with blood lust. Yuki stood there with a maniacal smile on her face s she licked her lips and bent down, getting into a charing position. She looked like a fox that was about to start her hunt.

Almost immediately, over a hundred people jumped off the battle stage. Their brows, full of sweat. This was only a small portion of many. Others gritted their teeth and tried their best to ignore the killing intent coming from the crazy girl covered in blood. They had come here to make a name for themselves. They were not going to give up so easily.

The old man in the air nodded his head in appreciation. Every year, there was at least one or two from each continent that had the bearing of those who could make it to the main continent and survive. As such, he did not react much to Yuki’s killing intent or blood lust. Just the fact that the girl was already covered in blood meant that she was already someone who had seen hell and had no care about mortal values. 

Yuki launched herself forward and grabbed the nearest person, which was a girl, by her head and used her as a weapon. The girl screamed as her body was slammed into one cultivator after the other.

“What the hell!?” One young man yelled out. He quickly dodged as a pair of flailing legs swept passed his face. He had never seen a human being used as a weapon before.

Yuki was actually trying to reduce the kill count. She was afraid she would cause too much trouble for the sect if she went around just killing disciples from other sects and clans. So she grabbed the closest person to her, and the unlucky person just happened to be this girl.

Up in the stands, Elder Nishikawa held her head. She had told Yuki to tone it down a little, but this was just…. “This girl.”

“At least she is not skinning people….” The sect master couldn’t help but be relieved by this fact.

“That is good but…. Really!?” Elder Nishikawa. Knew how unstable Yuki’s mind was. And it seemed to be growing more unstable every time she killed someone. She loved to torture people. The sight of blood excited her. If she got too excited, she would lose her mind and go into a frenzy and lose all sense of mental reason. And here to companions were no help in reigning the girl in! Luckily, Yuki was someone who had limits on who she would attack. She did not attack the innocent. She just hoped her asura inheritance would not ruin that one sliver of goodness in her.

“Old Bastard, we meet again!” A familiar voice came from the side. Yuki’s sect master turned his head to see the Roaring Thunder Sect’s sect master standing there all smiles. 

    “You came at the right time. I had been looking for someone to kill.” Before the Yuki’s sect master could even answer, Elder Nishikawa spoke up first. “I heard you lost all your cultivation and started cultivating demonic qi. Is this true?”

“You like to talk a lot, Elder Nishikawa.” The Roaring Sect’s sect master gritted his teeth. He did not like this woman at all, mainly because she was too damn powerful! 

“I love to talk. Just like how my disciples love to beat up your disciples. I hope you allowed them to grow strong enough to at least not cry when their faces turn pig headed.” Elder Nishikawa struck a jab where it hurt. 

The Roaring Thunder Sect’s sect master gritted his teeth. That was one of his biggest shame since he became a sect master. Each one of his disciples was beaten by just two people! The Roaring Thunder Sect’s sect master expression did not look good. “Enough talk.”

The old man pulled on his beard and snorted angerily at Elder Nishikawa. He decided to ignore this damned woman. He looked at Yuki’s sect master and asked: “Would you like to make a bet with me?”

“A bet? Old Fang, are you trying to lose face again? I can tell you now, no matter how much you messed your disciples up, they can not beat three of mine.” Yuki’s sect master could not say that all of them would be undefeatable, but he was sure that Yuki, Nana, and Silvia would not be defeated by any of the Roaring Thunder Sect’s disciples.