Chapter 138: The Red Suit, A Walking Mannequin!

The competition officially began. Before the start, the eight contestants drew lots for the order of performance, and Xu Ze drew the second-to-last spot. This position was quite advantageous, as the judging panel would only cast their votes after watching every performance. Thus, the later one performed, the greater the advantage. The first to take the stage was the Sun Na duo, accompanied by a rising female A-list singer. Although her popularity did not quite match that of Wang Hong...

As each vengeful spirit and mutated corpse fell beneath his blade, Zhu Yu grew increasingly frenzied. Slowly, he drew the attention of the leader of the mutated corpses, and dozens of them, along with ghost-headed creatures, silently surrounded him.

Qu Tianzong threw a formation flag, and a barrier manifested before their eyes. As the flag struck the barrier, it tore open a fissure about a person's width, as if a door had been conjured out of thin air. After all, he had no ambition to play king or conquer the world; why would he need so many subordinates?

However, Fushu still did not understand Cang Hua well enough. In the next second, all that remained before his eyes was a blinding, piercing scarlet.

A few minutes later, the remaining pieces of soul-severing grass had been sufficiently cultivated within the cold jade. Chen Ping was pleased and took them out directly.

"Let me tell it," Ming Ying sighed. "This story goes back more than twenty years, when the Taixuan Sect still had people stationed in Chang'an City. I don't know when it started, but those cultivators began to frequent the imperial palace openly and repeatedly; they even had their own appointees holding key positions in the imperial court."

It was Deng Meiling. She had first been wandering aimlessly on China Avenue, and later, when it was time to feed the horses, she had made her way here.

In just a few sentences, she accounted for the events of the past few months, though the hardships endured could not be expressed in such a brief summary.

Chu Linlang retreated a step in disgust, covering her nose with a handkerchief and signaling to Qinglian to take the object from her.

With his strength reaching the half-step Divine Wandering realm, the Green-Flame Death-Dark Beast was no longer something for Long Ye to fear. He did not need to reveal his trump cards; he could slay it relying solely on his own power. Watching Long Ye kill the Zhao siblings without even blinking, the other young people swallowed hard and slowly backed away. None of them had expected this fellow to be such a god of slaughter, and one who did not hesitate to take a life.

If it were some time ago, Wang Yu might have planned to drag things out as long as possible, waiting for the half-day mark to be declared the winner.

"You—you actually dared to hit me! I'll make sure you rot in prison!" Yu Guang clutched his left eye, pointing a fierce finger at Yang Bo.

Below, someone carried a tray holding a cloth-wrapped bundle. Those unaware did not know what the cloth contained, but You Xiaoxiao was different; the moment she saw the cloth on the tray, her expression changed.

Right looked grave, his fingers tightly gripped around the hilt of his short sword, putting all his strength into parrying the icicles that fell from above, hidden within the wind and snow.

Now, their bodies were guarded by an aura of power, allowing them to speak underwater and hear one another. Even if they couldn't hear the sound, they could understand what was being said by reading each other's lips.

"So, you're saying that no matter what powerful martial arts we use, they all originated from your Simida country?" Lin Feng asked.

Behind him were thousands of pursuing Poro, and without a second thought, Wang Yu dove into the tall grass.

Chen Molei thought that perhaps Leng Shiguang and his wife had both gone out. He and Zhao Weishan decided to wait for them, but they stood guard downstairs until midnight without seeing a sign of Leng Shiguang. With no other choice, the two had to find a nearby hotel to stay in for the night.

"President Tang." Lu Youxi walked over with a smile, bringing Pei Jingyuan and Ji Deyi to sit on the side with Tang Zhewei and the others.

Just as he stepped onto the stairs, his phone suddenly rang. He pulled it out and saw that it was a call from Zheng Xudong.