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(Secret Headquarters Of The Crimson Demon Sect)

(Hidden Mountain Range- Temple of Agar)

Xu Lu took in a few deep breaths and stepped back. The murderous feeling in her heart slowly faded away and she was able to think more rationally.

What was going on?

How did she have the ability to see those golden threads? What were the golden threads?

This was an ability that she possessed even before she became demonic cultivator, and she was fairly certain that there was no spiritual technique with such bizarre effects.

Maybe this power was from one of her past lives?

But that had enormous implications… did she have other powers as well or just this one? 

How was she supposed to use this strange energy?

A loud rumbling noise shook the entire underground arena and Xu Lu had to plant both feet firmly on the ground to stop herself from falling down.

When the noise stopped an enormous pool of clear spring-like water emerged from the corner of the space.

The scent of medicinal herbs slowly wafted upwards from the pool and the odour alone helped Xu Lu to clear her mind.

A healing pool.

Xu Lu made her way over to the water and slowly lowered her body inside. 

She did not have any injuries, but the warm temperature of the water washed away the brief exhaustion that she felt after killing the sickly disciple.

The former saintess rested for about ten minutes before the rumbling noise returned. She stepped out of the water and used a simple cleaning spell to dry off her clothes.

The pool disappeared and Xu Lu was shocked to realise that the headless corpse on the ground had vanished as well.

The only trace of the body were the bloodstains that covered the dark black obsidian floor in a murky colour.

BOOM!

A loud explosion echoed through the space and a new challenger appeared on the opposite side. 

The figure took a few steps forward and Xu Lu could make out more details about her appearance.

She wore a heavy set of black armour that was adorned with insidious patterns and molded to her lithe form which provided both protection and allowed her to move unhindered.

Long flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall and her movements had a gracefulness and charm that was hard to ignore.

In her right hand was a long whip whose body was covered in small silver spikes that gleamed under the light of the braziers.

"Oh… I see you killed Shu Cheng," the mysterious warriors spoke with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"That bastard was strong… but… you… mhmmm… I CAN\'T WAIT TO FLAY YOU ALIVE!"

Asura Whip Art- Endless Hunger!

The female disciple swung her whip forward which was then surrounded by thousands of illusory dragons that roared thunderously.

She giggled madly as the dragons rushed towards Xu Lu like an angry swarm of demons ready to devour her alive.

Xu Lu closed her eyes and reached for her long sword. Just as the tip of the whip was about to reach her body, she unsheathed her blade.

Holy Sword Arts- One Strike!

Swish!

A single piercing beam of white light erupted from the tip of her weapon, but the aura was tainted with a demonic hue.

The female disciple watched as the beam of light destroyed all of the illusory dragons and flew towards her at a speed that she could not ignore.

"Arghhh!" the disciple screamed in pain as her right arm was sliced completely off her body. The whip in her hand also fell uselessly to the ground.

"You… you… arghh… fuck… it hurts…"

The disciple grabbed the missing stump where her arms used to be and stared at Xu Lu with a mixture of fear, resentment, and hatred in her eyes.

Blood began to gush out of the open wound and soon the crimson liquid pooled on the ground beneath her feet.

The disciple began to feel lightheaded but knew if she did not try one last attack then she would be as good as dead.

Demonic Blood Art- Crimson Tide!

The crimson liquid on the ground trembled violently and then thousands of spikes launched towards the masked figure.

Xu Lu frowned slightly as the sharp needle-like projections shot towards her, but she did not panic. 

In a fight losing control of your emotions and getting flustered was a death sentence.

She placed one foot forward and the crimson markings covering her body started to glow. The world slowed down to a crawl.

She could see each individual needle flying towards her in slow motion as if she was the only person who could move in this strange state.

Xu Lu gently exhaled, and a cloud of white mist leaked out of the mask. She ran forward with bizarre zig-zag movements.

Her feet blurred slightly as she ducked, weaved, and contorted her body through the seemingly endless barrage.

It may have been seconds, minutes, or days… Xu Lu could no longer tell since her sense of time was distorted.

All she knew was that she eventually arrived directly in front of the female disciple who looked at her with an expression of shock on her face.

Xu Lu thrust her sword forward and stopped when the blade with mere centimeters away from the female disciple\'s neck.

The disciple trembled as Xu Lu\'s crimson eyes seemed to be staring into her soul. 

Xu Lu pressed the blade forward and the sharp edge of her weapon formed a thin red line on the female disciple\'s neck.

There was a faint golden thread connected to her opponent, so Xu Lu reached out with her left hand and touched it.

No… this one was not worthy of death. Punishment maybe… but not death.

"Do you yield?" Xu Lu spoke coldly as the pressure around her body intensified to the point where the ground beneath her feet cracked.

"I… yes! YES! I GIVE UP!" the female disciple raised her remaining hand up in the air and her body trembled violently.

Xu Lu stepped back, and a rumbling noise shook the underground arena. The female disciple\'s body turned in a faint mist and vanished from the room.

Even her fallen arm on the ground disappeared as well. The only thing that remained were the bloodstains.

Should she have shown mercy?

Xu Lu walked towards the healing pool and prepared to wash off her clothes. 

One of the needles had struck her in her shoulder and while it was painful… it was just a minor injury.

Three days.

She would need to survive for three days in this place until the succession ceremony was over. 

The first two fights had been relatively easy, but Xu Lu did not feel overconfident or arrogant about her successes thus far.

She was aware that the stronger cultivators would most likely appear in the final two days once she had been mentally and physically exhausted.