The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 341 It's coming for you!
A metallic 'whoosh' sound exploded in everyone's ears. Yun Ran frowned; the sound seemed to have the effect of disturbing people's minds.

The others were also suffering, especially those who already had one or two marks on their bodies, who painfully covered their ears.

Meanwhile, only a small number of people in the audience were paying attention to the large screen in the yellow area.

But as the metallic sound pierced the air, countless eyes turned towards it.

After carefully examining the iron sword emanating black mist hanging above the center of the competition, some people were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

"That is……"

The person who recognized the sword felt a tightness in their throat, as if the name of the sword was stuck in their throat and they couldn't say it at all.

"My God, isn't this a selection competition? How could such a thing happen? The contestants' clothes can't withstand the murderous aura of that sword!"

"Who inspected this competition venue? This is dereliction of duty and blatant disregard for human life!"

……

Those big shots who were originally watching their juniors compete with great pleasure on the stage all turned very ugly when they saw that sword.

At this moment, Daoist Qingmu and the others also looked at the competition center below with some loss of composure.

"What's going on? Wasn't this sword sealed away? How did it suddenly appear here!"

"We must find a way to control this sword, otherwise, the younger generation of Xuanmen disciples who are currently competing below will likely suffer heavy casualties."

"Even if we join forces, I'm afraid we have no chance of winning!"

Ginseng Fruit and Dragon Spirit were puzzled by the way everyone looked so wary, clearly not understanding the power of the sword.

However, seeing the change in the expressions of everyone in the audience, they roughly guessed that this sword must be something special.

Ginseng Fruit nudged Dragon Spirit's hand: "Can you tell where this sword came from?"

Although he wasn't worried that his host would be injured by the sword, it was always easy to suffer if one didn't know anything about the sword's origin.

A glint of icy blue light flashed in Long Ling's eyes. Once he activated his ability to trace the origins of the sword, he would be able to see its origins.

Yun Ran, who was on the stage, looked at the sword that was clearly hostile with some wariness. She had a bad feeling that the sword was aimed at her.

On Long Ling's side, after activating the ability to trace back, he directly shared what he saw with Yun Ran.

Soon, Yunran learned the origin of the sword, and it was confirmed that the sword was indeed aimed at her.

It turns out that this sword was a divine weapon a thousand years ago, capable of eliminating evil spirits, but unexpectedly, the Wu tribe seized it.

This sword had long since developed a sword spirit. The Wu tribe not only killed its master, but also put this divine weapon into the blood pool.

That blood pool was the blood of those half-blood witches who were used as human sacrifices. Gradually, the sword spirit developed violent and evil thoughts, and became a demonic sword.

In the end, even the Wu tribe could no longer control it. Many Wu tribe members died before it could be sealed away, which led to the Wu tribe's gradual weakening and eventual demise.

This island was chosen in the first place to seal this demonic sword.

Perhaps it was because of the many years of peace that people had gradually forgotten the existence of this demonic sword. Now, its sudden appearance here has caught everyone off guard.

The dragon spirit's voice echoed in Yun Ran's mind: "[It's after you! You have half-Witch Clan blood in you; it won't rest until you die.]" Yun Ran understood immediately. This demonic sword had a grudge against the Witch Clan; she had suffered an undeserved calamity.

The scene before us right now is exactly like enemies meeting and their eyes blazing with hatred!

Once Long Ling had figured out the origin of the demonic sword, he immediately withdrew his tracing ability, his body staggered slightly, and large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

This sword had already developed sentience, had been soaked in a blood pool, and had killed many members of the witch clan; it was no longer just a simple demonic sword.

Long Ling recalled the scene he had 'seen' before, the imposing aura of the demonic sword as it slayed the Wu clan members, and couldn't help but touch his neck.

He felt a chill on his neck. Although he was usually arrogant, he wasn't confident he could escape if he really faced this demonic sword.

[Yunran, you must be careful. This sword is very powerful. You must not get hit by it. It can devour the souls of those who are cut by it...]

Knowing the origin of this sword, Yun Ran's gaze never left the demonic sword.

Meanwhile, Xie Xuzhi, who was in the VIP room, saw the demonic sword that had been sealed underground suddenly emerge.

He, who was usually unfazed even by the collapse of Mount Tai, stood up somewhat in a daze, accidentally knocking over the teacup beside him.

At that moment, his face looked extremely pale.

This sword was originally sealed with sixteen dragon-locking chains, a seal made by the most powerful families of the Xuanmen sect hundreds of years ago.

The fact that this demonic sword is here means that the seal has been broken.

"Go check it out!"

Xie Xuzhi only said two words, and his men, with solemn expressions, ran down to investigate personally.

"The selection process is suspended. Everyone must evacuate immediately. Notify all Special Administration personnel to provide cover at all costs!"

"Yes."

Xie Xuzhi saw that Yun Ran was very close to the demonic sword, and he couldn't help but clench his fist.

All of this happened in just one minute.

The younger generation of Xuanmen practitioners who were participating in the selection competition noticed something unusual about the sword, but they did not know its origin.

At that moment, I thought this was just one of the tasks in the selection competition. Although I knew there was some danger, I didn't feel any fear.

This is probably what they mean by "ignorance is bliss."

The young man beside Yun Ran looked at the sword hanging above them and clearly felt the sword in his hand trembling with fear, and even wanted to escape.

This puzzled him somewhat. Although he was not born into a prominent family, he was exceptionally talented, and his master was a knowledgeable person.

Over the years, he has traveled all over the country in order to earn resources, and he has encountered all kinds of dangers.

The sword in his hand had been with him through countless life-and-death situations for many years. Even though it hadn't developed any intelligence, it was still connected to his mind.

This was the first time he had ever so clearly sensed that his sword was submitting, was afraid.

The young man slowly approached Yunran and whispered, "This sword is strange. This is probably not a simple task. We need to be careful."