Soul Devouring Sword Master

Chu Zhongtian's expression changed constantly.

Logically, as the enemy of the God of War, the Bloodthirsty Clan should be very happy and relieved to see Xue Tu defeated, especially not long ago, Chu Jianqiu lost to Xue Tu.

If it were anyone else, Chu Zhongtian would definitely react like this, but Lin Xiao has the blood of the God of War and is a mixed-blood.

As we all know, the God of War Clan hates mixed-bloods very much, and sometimes even deliberately eliminates them. Mixed-bloods are regarded by them as pollution and blasphemy of the God of War bloodline.

Because of this, Chu Zhongtian's heart was very complicated at the moment. Compared with Chu Jianqiu's defeat, Lin Xiao's victory seemed to make him more uncomfortable.

Not only him, but Chu Kuo on the side and other members of the God of War Clan also had complicated and tangled expressions, and it was hard to tell whether they were happy or sad.

"Win, Lin Xiao won!"

When the whole audience was silent, a voice from the Holy Sword Pavilion broke the deadlock.

It was Xiao Yi who spoke.

He was seen waving his arms excitedly and shouting loudly.

The next moment, the others also reacted from the shock, hugged each other, and cheered.

Even some elders laughed excitedly, couldn't help but roared twice, and cried at one point.

No one can understand how depressed and lonely they feel when a sect that was once extremely glorious falls from grace and continues to decline.

Seeing other forces grow and their disciples shine on the stage, while they can only stand aside as bystanders and losers every time, the taste of disappointment and bitterness is indescribable.

The key is that they can't see any hope yet, and can only watch the sect gradually decline. This powerlessness and torment makes people feel deeply frustrated.

But the appearance of Lin Xiao brought them hope.

This dark horse that no one cared about before the competition, made it all the way through, and entered the top 100, the top 50... constantly refreshing others' perception of him.

When Lin Xiao advanced into the top 20, everyone was already quite satisfied with the result, but they didn't expect that he would bring surprise after surprise to everyone, defeating all the strong opponents and directly entering the top three.

Just now, he even defeated Xue Tu, the favorite to win the championship.

After Xue Tu defeated Chu Jianqiu, almost everyone thought that the champion must be Xue Tu, but Lin Xiao brought them a huge surprise.

There is no doubt that Lin Xiao, who defeated Xue Tu, has already locked the championship in advance.

In recent years, the Holy Sword Pavilion has always been a runner-up in the Thousand Saints List, and the best result is only the top 30. The appearance of Lin Xiao broke this embarrassing situation and rushed directly to the top of the list.

For the Holy Sword Pavilion, it was like rising from hell to heaven in an instant. They saw hope, the hope of rising.

No wonder everyone reacted like this.

"This kid... is really amazing!"

Zhao Feihe put his hands behind his back, sighed repeatedly, and his eyes were wet.

Zhang Lingfeng laughed heartily, his eyes sharp: "Now, who dares to say that our Holy Sword Pavilion is weak."

The one-armed old man looked up at the sky and sighed: "Speaking of which, it has been many years since the last time I ranked first on the Thousand Saints List."

Compared to the carnival of the Holy Sword Pavilion, the bloodthirsty clan was like a pool of stagnant water, dead silent.

They were full of confidence just now, but now they looked as if they had eaten a pile of shit, and their faces were ugly to death.

Originally, they all thought that the championship was already in their pockets, but who would have thought that such an accident would happen. Thinking of their previous complacent look, their faces could not help but burn.

Looking at the lonely Xue Tu, the Blood God's face was not very good.

He never thought that Xue Tu would lose, and lose to a dark horse. This is undoubtedly a shame for him and the bloodthirsty clan.

But seeing Xue Tu with dim eyes, he didn't say anything after all. Xue Tu had tried his best, and he also wanted to win, but his opponent was too strong.

"Don't be discouraged. Temporary success or failure doesn't mean anything. Practice hard. You will have a bright future."

The Blood God patted Xue Tu's shoulder.

An invisible energy was injected into Xue Tu's body. Xue Tu's spirit was lifted. The decadence on his face was swept away, replaced by a strong fighting spirit.

"Lord Blood God, you are right. Temporary success or failure doesn't mean anything. Sooner or later, I will use this man's head to wash away my shame today!"

Xue Tu said coldly, with a sharp look in his eyes.

The Blood God nodded with satisfaction, "That's right."