Chapter 243: Chapter 243

Everyone was stunned; they hadn't expected Zhao Letian to be so ruthless and decisive, leaving them no chance for bargaining.

"Who else wants to waste words?"

Zhao Letian said with an expressionless face.

This was an assessment, a competition; he would show no mercy to anyone.

After a moment of sullen silence, someone finally gritted their teeth and handed over all the items they had on them.

Following that, the others also handed over their essentials one after another.

Those who had survived thus far were all smart; they understood the principle that as long as the green hills last, there will be no shortage of firewood – spiritual treasures can be obtained again, but once life is gone, it's truly over.

At that moment, a violent wind howled through the area, and suddenly, a green thick fog appeared out of nowhere, enveloping everyone.

"It's poisonous mist."

"Damn it, is this young master really that unlucky? Just escaped the thundercloud, and now stumbled upon a poisonous mist."

Everyone's faces turned ashen, and they cursed in both shock and rage.

"Such a peculiar poisonous mist; it can infect not only through inhalation but also directly corrode the skin. We cannot stay here long; let's go."

Zhao Letian, also caught in the poisonous mist, was startled into a cold sweat. Fortunately, after a careful sensing, he found that the toxicity of the mist didn't seem too severe, so he took a Detoxification Elixir and immediately transformed into a streak of sword light, fleeing to the distance.

"Zhao Zilong, don't go; leave a Spiritual Artifact for this young master!"

Someone immediately cried out in urgent panic.

Although the toxicity of the mist wasn't too strong, it wasn't to be underestimated. If they didn't have a Spiritual Artifact, they likely wouldn't be able to escape before the poison took their lives.

However, Zhao Letian was in no mood to care for them, disregarding them entirely as he had already flown far away, leaving those people with no choice but to flee outward on foot in despair.

The extent of the poisonous mist was substantial, and Zhao Letian had to fly for a full quarter of an hour before finally breaking through.

Fortunately, he carried a good number of Healing Pills; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to leave alive.

As for those whom he had taken the Spiritual Artifacts from, it was almost certain they wouldn't be able to escape the mist alive, but that was no longer his concern.

"I can't return to the ruins square; I wonder if there are other Enlightenment Steles ahead."

Zhao Letian glanced behind at the poisonous mist and then looked ahead, thinking to himself.

Training next to an Enlightenment Stele was extremely effective, allowing him to quickly improve the levels of his forces. If he could find another Enlightenment Stele to cultivate by, he even felt confident that before the assessment ended, he could raise all the levels of his forces to the sixth or even seventh layer.

Then, Zhao Letian once again turned into a streak of sword light and swiftly flew forward, searching for a second Enlightenment Stele.

Not long after flying, a peculiar hum suddenly emanated from the distant sky.

Zhao Letian, dressed in a white robe, stood with his hands clasped behind his back atop his flying sword, gazing intently at the distant sky.

He saw that in that expanse of sky, an exquisitely ancient wooden box suddenly appeared out of nowhere, adorned with various colored gemstones, emitting an aura of nobility as it gently descended.

Zhao Letian's eyes gleamed with fervent light as he thought to himself.

It was clear at a glance that the treasure box was out of the ordinary, and it likely contained rare treasures. ThisisasamplefromMyVirtualLibraryEmpire.Readthereston*.

The next moment, without any hesitation, Zhao Letian went full speed ahead, heading straight for the treasure box.

The treasure box was very conspicuous, and coupled with the trembling sound that had spread far and wide just now, Zhao Letian estimated that Martial Artists within a vast area around him must have seen the treasure box.

That is to say, the treasure box would inevitably provoke fierce competition. If he were too late, he might not even get a taste of the spoils.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!..."

Simultaneously, as Zhao Letian had surmised, many Martial Artists scattered in various places had also spotted the treasure box descending from the sky. They all turned into streaks of light, cutting across the sky at an astonishing speed, quickly heading over.

While flying, Zhao Letian suddenly noticed a streak of light not far away, heading straight for the treasure box at a speed not any slower than his own.

Zhao Letian focused his gaze and exchanged a glance with the figure in the streak of light. Both sides revealed looks of surprise and involuntarily came to a halt, closely watching each other with wary expressions.

Now, Zhao Letian and Xiao were ranked third and second, respectively. The Jade Tokens they carried totaled over three thousand, more than Yu Wenhui, who was in first place. Whoever gained the Jade Tokens from the other would most likely become the ultimate champion.

Therefore, since they had encountered each other unexpectedly, neither wanted to miss the chance to confront the other. Compared to that, the desire to compete for the treasure box seemed less important.

"You're no match for me. Hand over your Jade Tokens, and I can spare your life."

Xiao, dressed in beast skins with his hair flying wildly, was as domineering and self-assured as ever. He calmly stared at Zhao Letian and spoke indifferently.

"Same to you. Hand over your Jade Tokens and all the treasures you possess, or die."

Zhao Letian was equally confident, speaking haughtily.

He had said these words to everyone, and Xiao was no exception.

"Do you really want to fight me?"

Xiao's gaze sharpened, looking at Zhao Letian with some surprise.

He admitted that since Zhao Letian had achieved first place in the previous assessment and was now ranked third, he must possess certain strength. Nevertheless, Xiao still did not take Zhao Letian seriously. In his view, only Yu Wenhui, who was ranked first, was worthy to be compared with him; Zhao Letian was not yet qualified.

"I never repeat my words. Hand over your items, or you'll die. You have three breaths' time to consider."

Zhao Letian spoke coldly, conjuring a Four-star Flying Sword with a flip of his hand and switching to a Three-star Flying Sword at his feet.

"Fine, since you are so confident, let's settle this with one move. Tear Wind Saber, kill!"

Xiao was a decisive and forthright man, seeing that Zhao Letian was determined to fight. He promptly drew a curved saber, bolstering with powerful True Essence Power, and wielded his Sword Technique Martial Technique, striking with vigor.

"A Five-star Spiritual Artifact? Dark Level Middle Stage Sword Technique? Triple Blade Force? Very well, Wind Thunder Sword, slash!"

Zhao Letian's eyes narrowed, not daring to underestimate the situation. He immediately unleashed the Four Layers Sword Force, as well as the Triple Wind Force and Triple Thunder Force. The sword bristled with Wind and Thunder Power as he boldly faced the attack.

Consequently, sword and saber clashed, the wild True Essence Power spread out in all directions, and both fighters were knocked back, each holding their ground without gaining the upper hand.

However, faint cracks appeared on the Four-star Spirit Artifact Longsword in Zhao Letian's hand, while Xiao retreated slightly further back.