Chapter 536: Entering the Dragon and Tiger Arena

Zhang Wuji’s fate naturally drew the attention of countless people.
The reputation of the Mingjiao sect leader had now taken deep root in the martial world! The leaders of the six major sects were no match for him, and even some renowned sects were suppressed to the point where they couldn’t lift their heads.
But now, to prevent the Mingjiao from becoming the target of everyone’s wrath, Zhang Wuji not only changed the sect’s previous proud and solitary style but also considered the dignity of the various sects. He fought against the Shaolin master for over a hundred moves before defeating him, demonstrating the grace of a true master.
Master Kongxiang nodded repeatedly:
“The strength of Sect Leader Zhang is indeed growing stronger by the day. He has a good chance of becoming the leader of this alliance to suppress the ‘Heavenly Demon Sect’…”
“Does Master Kongxiang look down on us martial arts masters? In terms of strength and demeanor, there are many masters here. How can you suggest a young kid as the leader of the martial world? Could it be that the battle at Guangming Peak scared you all to death?” A stern snort, laced with irony, echoed indistinctly, though its source was unknown.
Master Kongxiang’s expression darkened as he stared at an old man in green robes across a tent:
“Huang Yaoshi, if you think your old bones are still up to it, go and fight. Or perhaps Old Na can join you too.” The Shaolin abbot’s stubborn nature remained unchanged.
The one who spoke sarcastically was Huang Yaoshi. Standing by his side were a man and a woman. The man was burly and solid-looking; though silent, he exuded an imposing aura. The woman was Huang Rong, in her thirties, clearly troubled by her father’s argument with the Shaolin abbot. She stepped forward to defuse the situation: “Abbot, please don’t be angry. Father just thinks that since Sect Leader Zhang has been the leader of the Mingjiao for only a short time and has many responsibilities, burdening him with such an important role as the leader of the martial world might be too much.”
Master Kongxiang’s expression softened immediately.
Huang Rong tried to calm her father:
“Brother Jing, how about you go and exchange a few moves with Sect Leader Zhang?”
“…Hmm.”
Guo Jing nodded.
Although Zhang Wuji had reached the peak of the seventh level in his “Great Qi Shift” technique, Guo Jing’s own cultivation was astonishing, and his “Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms” were equally extraordinary—far beyond what ordinary people could handle.
With decisive steps, he stepped onto the arena:
“I, Guo, shall meet Sect Leader Zhang.”
“It’s an honor!” People from different eras could collide in this game—what kind of sparks might arise? Several masters who entered the Dragon and Tiger Arena, including the “Emperor,” watched solemnly.
…

At this moment, Happy also submitted his wooden plaque and successfully entered the “Dragon and Tiger Arena,” a place filled with experts from various sects! As he entered the arena, Miss Murong appeared beside him unexpectedly…
“Not bad! Few young disciples can make it into the Dragon and Tiger Arena. Many sects have no one who can pass. Currently, only seven disciples are here.”
“Seven?”
Happy was surprised by the figures Miss Murong had mentioned. Along the way, he had clearly felt the difficulty of the arena’s trials—experts from various sects took turns challenging him. In the final match, even Wei Yixiao, a master of the Wuwei realm and the King of Green-Winged Bats from the Ming Sect, appeared. If not for Happy possessing the “Jinhua Jiuyang Gong,” Wei Yixiao’s Ice Divine Skill would have had little effect on him, forcing him to use the “Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms”! With such a challenging path, seven people had already made it into the Dragon and Tiger Arena within just a few hours… It seemed he had underestimated the heroes of the world after all.
“That’s right.”
Unaware of Happy’s thoughts, Miss Murong led him to the Murong family’s shelter while explaining, “This time, none of the six major sects produced particularly outstanding disciples. The outstanding ones mostly came from the followers of some extraordinary individuals.”
“Oh?”
“The disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect—Mo Mo.”
“The disciple of the Sword Sect—Yi Di.”
“The disciple of the Beggar Sect—Ye Yu Suifeng, who is said to have recently received the true teachings from Guo Jing…”
“The successor of the Nameless Swordsman of the Desert—Dingbei Hou.”
After a pause, Miss Murong continued, “There are three more—all are people of ambiguous morality. One is the successor of Dongfang Bubai, Lu Mingyue; another is the successor of the Six-Fingered Piano Demon, Feng Ling; and the third, although from the Kunlun Sect, learned the “Xuanming Divine Palms” from the Two Elders of Xuanming somewhere else and also made it to the martial arts conference. There are quite a few such ambiguous figures at this conference, but even the master of the Heroes’ Villa can’t drive them away.” As she spoke, Miss Murong instinctively glanced toward Huang Yaoshi, Zhang Wuji, and the others.
Although Huang Yaoshi acted recklessly and had killed countless people, he had the strong backing of the Beggar Sect and the hero Guo Jing, keeping him well-connected.
Zhang Wuji, though the leader of the Ming Sect, was actually a descendant of Wudang and a disciple’s grandson of Zhang Sanfeng.
Many people came to the Heroes’ Villa, and most of them were not completely upright righteous individuals; they all had some connections and records. That’s why these people also got the chance to come here!

Kai Xin wasn’t surprised at the appearance of Yi Di, Mo Mo, Lu Mingyue, and others. What surprised her slightly was that the name “Ye Yu Sui Feng” seemed familiar from somewhere.
There was also the Marquis of Dingbei—a man who had once become famous in the martial arts world of the Central Plains but then disappeared into the deserts of the Western Regions. Now, he had reappeared in the martial arts world, attracting everyone’s attention as soon as he showed up, right on the Dragon and Tiger Arena, the pinnacle event of the Central Plains’ martial arts community.
Wind chimes…
After months of hard work, she had likely reached the Life and Death realm. In this realm, the killing power of her musical skills multiplied, leaving almost no opponents below the Liberation realm! She had officially become a top-tier expert capable of standing alone!
Orochimaru…
Since their last encounter, Orochimaru’s mindset had changed. Kai Xin knew he had realized the huge gap between them. Yet, she didn’t expect him to still receive the inheritance from the two elders of Xuanming and even make it to the Dragon and Tiger Arena.
As she pondered, Kai Xin followed Miss Murong to the Murong family’s tent. As soon as they arrived, dozens of unfriendly gazes swept across Kai Xin’s face, scanning her from head to toe.
“They’re from the Eight Great Families. Don’t take it personally,” Miss Murong’s voice whispered delicately in her ear.
Kai Xin nodded in understanding and entered the tent without changing her expression. Seeing Miss Murong take a seat, she stood calmly behind her—since only those who became famous at the martial arts conference had seats, and disciples didn’t, Kai Xin could only stand.
“Miss Murong, this young person is the currently most renowned young expert—Kai Xin?” Kai Xin didn’t intend to cause trouble, but that didn’t mean others would let them be left in peace.
“He doesn’t seem that great,” a sarcastic tone said, dripping with disdain, as it reached Kai Xin’s ears.
Ding!
The familiar system notification sound rang out at the same time…