Chapter 3883: Chapter 1865: Late Arrival
“Hiss, it’s so cold!”
“Damn it, we’ve been waiting for over an hour and a half, haven’t we?”
“It’s definitely been longer than that; it’s way overdue. I feel like Bazhun’an might not co…”
All around Lingyu Mountain, amidst the cold wind and snow, thousands of figures were starting to beco restless.
These people ca from all over the five regions, their auras extrely powerful. Most had arrived during the wait, including ancient swordsn and Spiritual Cultivators, with an average combat strength above Sovereign.
Only those who consider themselves to have so tricks up their sleeve and so self-preservation strength at or above the Sovereign Dao Realm dared to appear on the frontline battlefield.
At this mont, quite a few people had taken good spots, opened the Golden Apricot, transmitting live updates to the five regions, whispering amongst themselves.
The number of spectators viewing the transmission images was in the tens, even hundreds of thousands.
Figures like Hongniang, who had previously made a na for herself and returned to Lingyu Mountain with half-saint masters hired to guard her, drew over eight figures in real-ti viewers on her Golden Apricot transmission.
Yet, whether on-site or through the transmission, the more hopeful the spectators were, the greater their disappointnt!
“Why haven’t they shown up yet?”
Hongniang muttered, “The Eighth Sword Deity or Lord Shou, either one would be fine…”
Everything was ready; all that was missing was an easterly wind.
The situation was oppressive, stagnant, and anxious.
Whether Saint Servants or non-Saint Servants, all had been drawn to Lingyu Mountain, willingly or unwillingly.
It was like all the driest firewood from the five regions had piled up at Lingyu Mountain; if even a spark fell, it wouldn’t be just crackles, but an earth-shattering boom like a volcanic eruption, enough to ignite the entire Shengshen Continent’s situation!
No spark, not even a flicker…
They all seed to have been scared off by the three words “Hua Changdeng.”
Low whispers were exchanged among the spectators at Lingyu Mountain, afraid to raise their voices. Across the transmission feeds, discussions filled the screens, lively:
“So, just showing that face earlier was already the Eighth Sword Deity’s limit? Does he really have no confidence facing Holy Emperor Hua head-on?”
“Brother, that’s the Holy Emperor’s true body! Who can be completely sure? If he doesn’t co, the Eighth Sword Deity can still be a legend; if he cos, that legend will fall!”
“But everyone’s waiting; would he really dare to turtle up?”
“Hmm, I didn’t believe it before, but looking at it now… I think Hua Changdeng showed plenty of respect, but Bazhun’an is a bit ungrateful!”
“Predicted it perfectly, did I not? My evaluation: Bazhun’an is useless!”
“Honestly, if you don’t even dare to show your face, you’re indeed useless! Not even worth Lord Shou’s feathers!”
“Yes, Lord Shou hid as well, but he’s young, forgivable.”
“Forgivable, my ass! Even when I’m sneaking around at my master’s place, I free up a hand to watch; damned Bazhun’an not coming is a total waste of my ti! Damn it…”
As ti went by, the opinions had completely swayed, with few holding out hope for the Eighth Sword Deity or Lord Shou.
Given their temperants, not showing up for an entire hour already indicated a problem.
This overdue delay likely ant a significant issue existed.
If they ca, they were probably going to lose anyway!
“Heh.”
Under the gaze of countless eyes, aiming at Hua Changdeng through hundreds of transmission screens, he stood still in the snow like a sculpture.
Suddenly, he moved.
He let out a gentle sigh, lifted his eyelids slightly, and snow fell from him, causing the hearts of spectators from all five regions to clench.
Everyone realized, although no spark had fallen, Holy Emperor Hua’s fury had ignited!
“Master Siren, you should know what I want to say.”
Hua Changdeng still held the bronze lamp, with the Ghost Hunter silently hanging at his waist, appearing calm, though the sharpness in his words was unmistakable:
“An hour has already passed, and I’ve given Bazhun’an enough face.”
“Take one strike from ; half an hour, and I’ve given you your due respect as well.”
“I don’t have much patience left.”
Opposite him, amidst a group of young ancient swordsn, i Siren stood with bloody and tattered attire.
A blood hole, big as a newborn’s head, was torn through his chest, front to back, with a glimpse of his beating heart visible.
The bleeding had stopped, but the sword energy at the wound prevented healing.
“Hu… hu…”
i Siren was largely inhaling more than exhaling, leaning on his sword.
The Taicheng Sword could barely hold him up, to avoid ending up like Xiao Kongtong, unconscious on the ground, thus maintaining a shred of the ancient swordsman’s dignity.
In truth, i Siren’s vision was intermittently going black, and it was clear to keen observers that the old man’s ti was running out.
“Elixirs! Elixirs!”
Xiao Wanfeng anxiously called out from behind.
Master Siren had a good reputation in the five regions, and from afar, a wealthy higher void imdiately tossed over another golden bottle, aiding the impoverished ancient swordsman.
Xiao Wanfeng poured out the dicine, feeding it to the old senior: “Master Siren, this ti it’s God’s Blessing… Eat, quickly, it can prolong your life!”
The surrounding people watched in silence.
A God’s Blessing could only extend i Siren’s life for a quarter-hour. What’s the use of persisting without anticipated support?
One strike from Hua Changdeng was enough to bring down i Siren, a top-tier ancient swordsman in the five regions; even if the Eighth Sword Deity or Lord Shou ca, what difference would it make?
“Gulp.”
i Siren swallowed the elixir.
As the dicinal power began to work, he imdiately felt refreshed.
The ringing in his ears faded, the dizziness lessened, and the strange black spots blocking his view shrank by half…
Feeling pretty good!
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