C8 Promote to Inner Court

"Little Xiao Mu, take your life for me!"

Xiao Mu's cold attitude completely angered Zhu Heming, adding the hatred from killing his son, Zhu Heming's brain had already lost its rationality due to the hatred. He immediately let out a loud roar, and suddenly attacked with bloodshot eyes.

All of the Fighter 3-dan's energy exploded outwards, pressing down like billowing tidal waves, causing all the surrounding outer sect disciples to stop breathing!

All of these happened too fast, and in the time it took for a spark to fly, the outer sect disciples did not expect that Zhu Heming would suddenly explode, and brazenly attack Xiao Mu.

With the strength of his Fighter 3-dan, Xiao Mu was definitely going to die!

However, once again, everyone was greatly taken aback. In the next instant, it exceeded everyone's expectations.

Xiao Mu had long since sensed that Zhu Heming would make his move. He slightly lifted his eyes, and his eyes flashed with an excited light!

"I wonder how I would be able to face off against Fighter 3-dan?" Xiao Mu thought.

In front of everyone's shocked eyes, Xiao Mu threw an iron fist towards the palm that was grabbing towards them. The powerful force contained within it compressed the air and released a sharp and ear-piercing explosion, causing many people to cover their ears, their faces filled with pain.

Bang!

The fist and palm collided!

Zhu Heming remained standing and unmoving, his face was gloomy. Xiao Mu took three to four steps forward, and after stabilizing his body, his fist had a tinge of blood trickling out. Xiao Mu actually did not die, and was only slightly injured.

Everyone present was already shocked speechless. How could this Xiao Mu be so abnormal? He had never heard of it before, nor had he seen an outer sect disciple who did not die after receiving a blow from an outer sect elder!

A trace of fear rose from the bottom of his heart. The killing intent in Zhu Heming's eyes had already become strong to a frightening degree, this Xiao Mu had exceeded his expectations time and time again, and had shocked him.

He raised his palm and struck again ?

Qin Yi had already reacted, his face revealing his anger, he bellowed: "Zhu Heming, stop!"

An afterimage flashed, before anyone could see it clearly, they only heard a cracking sound. Zhu Heming's arms were already broken, and weakly drooped, his bones revealed, as he was forced to kneel on the ground.

Xiao Mu looked at Qin Yi, who was suppressing Zhu Heming, and revealed a shocked expression. Fighter 3-dan were defeated in a single move, and they had no power to resist at all.

"Elder Qin, why did you ?" Zhu Heming bared his teeth in anger, but was interrupted by Qin Yi.

"Zhu Heming, you have guts, you actually dared to go against the rules of the sect, and openly killed all of the participating disciples in the competition!"

Qin Yi's words were like a blow to his head, causing Zhu Heming to quiver. He regained his senses, and a look of lingering fear appeared in his eyes. According to the sect rules of the Flowing Moon Sect, if there were to be any casualties in the inner sect selection, the elders of the sect would have to settle the matter afterwards and would not be able to handle it on the spot.

Zhu Heming glared at Xiao Mu fiercely, a look of unwillingness flashed past his eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "Elder Qin, I was wrong."

"Hmph, so what if I said I made a mistake?" Qin Yi sneered, a burst of sharp Spirit Qi appeared in his hand, and instantly struck Zhu Heming's abdomen.

A piercing pain spread to his entire body, causing Zhu Heming's body to tremble. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, a dejected look appeared on his pale face.

"Humph, according to the sect rules, I will cripple your Dantian and expel you from the June Faction. You are no longer a member of my sect. Qin Yi said with an expressionless face.

Those outer sect disciples who usually flattered and fawned over Zhu Heming all felt a chill in their hearts. It's over. Without Zhu Heming's protection, their lives in the outer sect would not be good, especially when they thought of the people they bullied. Their faces instantly turned pale white.

Seeing Zhu Heming, whose head was lowered as if he had aged ten years, leave the Flowing Moon Sect with gritted teeth, Zhen Tingting's beautiful eyes trembled. Her footsteps became unstable, and she almost fell to the ground.

The remorse in her eyes grew stronger.

After this interlude ended, the inner sect selection would continue. Xiao Mu had already defeated the three challengers, and if he were to fight another six people, he would become the champion of this year's inner sect disciple selection.

Originally, the disciples that were preparing to become inner sect disciples were all eager to take the lead, wanting to obtain the Level Four Cultivation Method. But Xiao Mu had defeated Zhen Tingting alone, and had even beaten Zhang Xuan and Zhu Heng to death.

They were all still afraid of Xiao Mu's ruthless methods and did not dare to fight for first place anymore. After all, preserving one's life was the way to go.

"Ahh, let's give up on the first place. If we fight for two or three places, we can also become inner court disciples."

"It's just a pity about the Level Four Cultivation Method."

"Still thinking about that thing. You have to be alive!"

"How did Xiao Mu, this abnormal dark horse, appear in this competition?"

Everyone sighed, their hearts filled with disappointment. Xiao Mu didn't use his full strength to defeat his group of enemies in the following battles, so he felt that it was a little boring. As for the challengers, they only went through the motions and some even voluntarily surrendered after a few moves.

Qin Yi shook his head as he watched.

These inner sect disciples had no fighting spirit anymore. They were afraid of the enemy first and lost their momentum. Even if they advanced to the inner sect, they wouldn't be able to go far on the martial path.

This year's Inner Disciple Selection was without any suspense. Xiao Mu suppressed everything, concealing the brilliance of all the Outer Sect Disciples, and in the end, successfully became the first place disciple to be promoted to Inner Sect.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Xiao Mu, in the future, when we become part of the inner court, you should take care of us." An outer court disciple with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks smiled in embarrassment. He was the third place in the inner sect selection.

Xiao Mu glanced at him but did not say a word.

The sharp-tongued outer court disciple felt bored and revealed an awkward expression.

Next, it was time to reward them. When Qin Yi handed over the yellowed letter to Xiao Mu, all the outer sect disciples gulped down their saliva, their eyes filled with envy and hatred.

In the entire outer sect, only Zhu Heng had a level 6 cultivation technique.

Under the gazes of everyone, Xiao Mu returned to his own dorm room alone and packed his luggage. Glancing at the simple and clean dormitory, Xiao Mu's eyes had a absent-minded look.

It had been three years, and he was finally leaving this place that had caused him so much humiliation.

When he thought back to the past three years, when he had his strength restored and his Dantian crippled by Zhang Xuan in the arena battle, all the tendons and bones in his body shattered, then he was thrown into Forbidden Ridge, where he accidentally obtained the Ten-Thousand Corpse Mantra and counterattacked at once, washing away the humiliation he had suffered for the past three years.

All of this felt like a dream! Boundless grandeur, it's not like he was in the mood!

Xiao Mu experienced the power and terror of the Ten-Thousand Corpse Mantra, and his eyes blazed with blazing flames.

He, Xiao Mu, wanted to be a man of honor, the strongest warrior, and control his own fate!

Closing the door to the dorm, he turned around. Xiao Mu's eyes released a bright and cold light, and without hesitation he left the place. What awaited him was a new start, the beginning of his farewell.