Sage of Humanity

The magic cultivator was so confident because, in the clash of magic and spells, Lu Ye had completely fallen into a disadvantageous position.

Competing with amateur skills against a professional, Lu Ye naturally couldn't gain the upper hand.

At this moment, the space between the two was filled with mist, and within the mist lurked numerous water globes. As soon as the Fire Phoenix Technique was used, its power diminished by thirty percent. Passing through the dense mist, the power decreased further, and before long, it would be intercepted and dispersed by the magic cultivator's spells.

The magic cultivator's spells, overwhelming like a flood, pressed down on Lu Ye bit by bit. Even with his full force behind the Fire Phoenix Technique, he couldn't reverse the decline.

"Fellow Daoist, don't feel frustrated. This time, I have the advantage of the terrain. If we were to encounter each other in the wild, you would certainly be able to reach me, and then, I wouldn't stand a chance."

Though the magic cultivator held all the advantages, his words sounded quite modest, even containing a tone of advising Lu Ye.

However, a member of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge giving advice to a member of the Haotian Alliance was clearly not normal.

The other party seemed to be offering kind advice, but in reality, he was adding fuel to the fire, his words inside and out tempting Lu Ye to find a way to get close to him, as if he would be helpless to do anything once Lu Ye got close.

It must be said that this person was highly skilled at understanding human nature; a few simple words were enough to provoke the flames of anger in his enemy.

The location of their fight was two isolated islands about ninety feet apart. If Lu Ye wanted to close in on him, he would have to fly across using weapon control, but facing a magic cultivator like a fixed battery, flying over wouldn't be easy. One misstep and he could be shot down.

However, the current situation was very unfriendly to Lu Ye. If he didn't fly across, he would lose this combat.

Summoning his Flying Spirit Artifact, Lu Ye leaped onto it. With his spirit force activated, he turned into a streak of light and lunged towards the other side, plunging into the thick mist. Shrouded in the dense fog, his silhouette could only be faintly seen.

Seeing Lu Ye act this way, the magic cultivator's mouth curved, a cunning, "you've-been-caught" expression on his face.

With his hands moving through magic spell gestures, more than a dozen water globes were thrown at Lu Ye, and then he clapped his hands together, uttering a low shout, "Condense!"

The dense fog between the two suddenly thickened. The moment he rushed into the fog, Lu Ye immediately felt a sense of delay, and his forward speed plummeted.

So he was waiting here for me!

Lu Ye suddenly realized.

He had previously fought against Bai Lan, who also practiced water-type techniques. However, her water-type techniques were harsh on weapon control, leading to a great reduction in the Artifact Spirit. Lu Ye thought this opponent would use similar methods to Bai Lan, aiming to damage the spirit of his Flying Spirit Artifact, leaving him in a dire situation mid-air.

But to his surprise, instead of corroding the Spiritual Artifact, the opponent's technique slowed its speed.

Now trapped in the sticky dense mist, though Lu Ye exerted all his strength to operate the Spiritual Artifact under his feet, he was still slow as a snail. At this speed, there was no hope of dodging attacks from the enemy.

The magic cultivator's killing move arrived with water globes suddenly surrounding Lu Ye, enclosing him completely. Then, the water globes exploded into numerous wonderful techniques, turning the area where Lu Ye stood into a death zone in an instant.

"Either admit defeat or die, which one will you choose?" The magic cultivator, looking at the shadowy outline through the fog ahead, was smug. In terms of true strength, he couldn't hold the sixth position on the Spirit Stream Ranking. Behind him was Yooi Lianzhou of the Beixuan Sword Sect, whose strength was clearly stronger.

But when Yooi Lianzhou challenged him, he ended up in the same predicament as Lu Ye is now and had to admit defeat reluctantly!

It could be said that it was this particular terrain that allowed him to maintain his position as the sixth on the Spirit Stream Ranking. Moreover, the Mist Condensation Technique was a spell he had practiced specifically to complement this terrain, effectively dealing with physique cultivators, combat cultivators, and even Spectral Shadow cultivators.

Lu Ye naturally wouldn't admit defeat. In the magic cultivator's watchful gaze, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared within the mist, dazzling to the eye.

The magic cultivator's expression tightened. He hadn't heard that Lu Yiye practiced lightning type techniques. Where did this lightning come from?

As he was pondering this, a crack of thunder sounded, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, striking directly into the dense fog.

"A lightning-attracting talisman?" The magic cultivator was shocked, his hair standing on end from the immense sense of crisis that arose within him. In panic, he retreated to the edge of the small island, cleared the mist in front of him, and conjured a spirit force barrier around his body for a sense of security.

The presence of the dense fog greatly enhanced the power of the lightning, a peril he dared not approach.

As for his mistaken belief that Lu Ye had activated some lightning-attracting talisman, in reality, Lu Ye didn't have any such talismans. Those Spirit Talismans were quite expensive, each costing at least a hundred Spirit Stones, making them extremely costly.

What he had used were simply Lightning Attracting Spirit Runes.

This tactic was learned from Bai Lan; during their battle, she suddenly employed this move, catching him somewhat off guard.

All places filled with the dense fog were suddenly streaked with lightning, with electric serpents dancing wildly, presenting a terrifying sight.

Even though the magic cultivator tried his best to avoid it, he was still inevitably affected, trembling like a sieve and with his hair standing on end.

And before his eyes, the silhouette shrouded in the fog plummeted straight down, soon followed by the sound of a splash from the sea surface.

The monstrous beast swimming below boiled with activity. A huge gaping mouth suddenly opened, swallowing the fallen object whole!

Dead?

The magic cultivator watched the scene intently, scarcely able to believe that Lu Yiye had died just like that! Not under the assault of magic spells, but seemingly dead from his own lightning-attracting talisman...

This…

No, the magic cultivator suddenly realized a problem. If Lu Yiye really died, then by now, he should have won, but Heaven's Augury gave no feedback, which meant that Lu Yiye had not died!

Just as the thought crossed his mind, he saw a bright flame rapidly sweeping in from above the sea surface at a low altitude, which looked like a pair of wings!

He wanted to activate the Mist Condensation Technique to obstruct Lu Ye, but at this moment, lightning continued to travel through the dense fog, obstructing his ability to activate it.

A stabbing pain came from his brow, and alarms in his heart urged him to flee immediately, or it would be too late once the opponent got close.

"I admit defeat!" Being aware of the situation, the magic cultivator immediately shouted out loud.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lu Ye, with wings of fire burning on his back, descended upon him like a celestial warrior, chopping at his neck with a blade. The tremendous force flung him away, but mid-air, he had already vanished.

His eyes widened with an expression of relief, thankful he had called it in time, or he would truly be dead!

Standing on the opponent's little island, Lu Ye's eyelids drooped, and anger coursed through him!

It was aggravating enough that the ninth-ranked Spectral Shadow wasted two days of his time, as the ghost cultivator wouldn't make a move without being confident, which is why it had hidden for two days and not shown itself.

But what the hell was with this magic cultivator, to choose such a peculiar terrain and by relying on the advantage of the location, bluster and boast, only to surrender directly when he himself came to kill!

What was the point of that? Lu Ye felt like someone who had punched hard only to hit cotton.

This guy was simply too infuriating.

He had even lost a Flying Spirit Artifact!

The one that had fallen into the water just before was his damaged Flying Spirit Artifact. He had let it fall into the water in the hopes it would let his enemy lower their guard, but it had not worked in the end.

Although he now had a bunch of Flying Spirit Artifacts, that was no reason to waste them.

He had originally intended to use this combat to relieve some of his pent-up desire to kill, but now, not only was there no sign of relief, the desire had intensified!

Leaving the combat field and returning to the wooden hut, Lu Ye rummaged through his storage sack and found a suitable Flying Spirit Artifact, quietly refining it.

He didn't know who or what sort of bizarre environments the next fight would bring, and he couldn't be without a Flying Spirit Artifact.

Although he now had the wings spirit runes and could activate them at any time, using the runes consumed much more than weapon control-flying, so he preferred not to use them when it wasn't necessary.

On the Spirit Stream Ranking, the name of Lu Yiye from the Righteous Blood Sect was now proudly hanging in the sixth position!

Everyone at Ten Thousand Demons Ridge was silent.

Even the strong ones among the top ten ranks of the Spirit Stream Ranking seemed unable to halt his momentum, and within a leaderboard dominated by those of 9th Heaven, one from 8th Heaven claimed such a high position, causing considerable embarrassment among many cultivators of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge.

Szi Guang from Daoxuan Sect had already returned to his own base, preparing and recuperating because he knew that his battle with Lu Ye would come soon. Before that, he wanted to adjust himself to be in the best condition.

He was the last gatekeeper, and if even he were defeated, then all of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge would lose face.

Even Li Baxian in the past couldn't occupy the number one position on the Spirit Stream Ranking with an 8th Heaven cultivation!

How long had Lu Yiye cultivated? What capability did he have to embark on such a spectacular feat?

In a flash, the entire Spirit Stream battlefield quieted down, as everyone's attention was drawn to the changes in the Spirit Stream Ranking.

From the current ranking, Lu Yiye only needed to defeat the third one on the Spirit Stream Ranking before he could challenge Szi Guang!

And that third one on the Spirit Stream Ranking was a female cultivator from a 1st grade sect in Tianzhou.

Inside the wooden hut, while Lu Ye refined the Flying Spirit Artifact, he also replied to numerous messages from friends.

The reason was simple: they all knew that Lu Yiye was about to challenge the third on the Spirit Stream Ranking, so these friends kindly sent him various details about his opponent.

After reading this information, Lu Ye frowned.

The one ranked third was strictly speaking a combat cultivator, and even more so, a member of a very special small school that was not common even in the Nine Provinces, even rarer than a cover armorer.

Was this another person going to be a pain to deal with?

Lu Ye was feeling emotionally strained.

The strength of the one ranked third on the Spirit Stream Ranking could be gauged by looking at the previous Li Baxian, who used to hold the third position.

Of course, since those three toxic influences had gone, the prestige of the Spirit Stream Ranking had undoubtedly diminished significantly, and the current third could not be compared to the former Li Baxian.
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But Lu Ye would not underestimate her, nor would he show mercy just because she was a woman. During these days of battling through the ranks, the number of female cultivators who had died by his hand was not small. None of those he met had survived; only Bai Lan had narrowly escaped.