"Dare to risk one’s hide, brave enough to knock the Sacred Emperor from his steed!"
Ling Xiao had no other choice, faced with the Sacred Emperor’s aggressiveness, he could only defend himself in the most extre way.
Looking at the Sacred Emperor’s dark expression, Ling Xiao flicked his sleeves without taking a cloud with him, "Sister Moon, let’s go!"
The Moon Lady followed Ling Xiao away, leaving the Sacred Emperor furious but ultimately, he didn’t make a move.
He didn’t understand why Ji Fulin could gain Yu Xuan Yue’s favor.
Why could Ling Xiao also gain the favor of such a peculiar woman like the Moon Lady?
Could it be that Ling Xiao was truly Ji Fulin’s son?
No!
That should be impossible, Ji Fulin’s son had died in an assassination long ago, and he had personally confird it.
Perhaps he just resembled Yu Xuan Yue in appearance and Ji Fulin in personality, such people do exist.
The Sacred Emperor took a deep breath, watching the figures of Ling Xiao and the Moon Lady disappearing into the distance, and suddenly slamd his palm onto the floor tiles; the thick, full foot-thick tiles were shattered to pieces.
"The contest of the heavenly prides tomorrow, any man who defeats Ling Xiao will win Ming Kong’s hand in marriage! Any woman who defeats Ling Xiao will be granted the title of Princess of the Sacred Dynasty!"
After finishing his words, his eyes emitted a cold killing intent.
Defeating Ling Xiao was just the first step; next, he planned to thoroughly humiliate the boy who dared to disrespect him.
...
One day and two nights, a truly short period of ti.
Ling Xiao had been worried the Sacred Emperor would harm the people of Moon Hua Sect, so he had made a large number of secret scrolls overnight, capable of directly transporting back to the Moon Hua Sect.
Of course, it was only back to Moon Hua Sect.
Other places were unreachable, because these secret scrolls relied on the divine power of the Moon Blossom Pagoda.
However, the next day, the Sacred Emperor made no moves.
Until the third day, when the battle of the heavenly prides officially began, the Sacred Emperor still hadn’t made a move.
Ling Xiao, although unable to guess the Sacred Emperor’s thoughts, was certainly going to participate in the battle of the heavenly prides. Having already prepared for an escape, he was not afraid of whatever sches the Sacred Emperor might play.
Dawn.
As the sky just began to lighten with a pale white, the competition venue was already overcrowded and buzzing with noise.
Today’s audience was larger than usual.
And the original ten martial arts platforms were also rged into one, forming an even larger martial arts platform that was a hundred ters long and wide.
Around the square martial arts platform, ten defensive magic arrays had been consolidated to withstand stronger attacks.
After all, today’s twenty heavenly prides were the most distinguished under twenty from all over the Heavenly Dragon Continent.
Their strength could break through at any mont.
In case a battle between Heavenly Man Realm contestants occurred, ordinary magic arrays would truly not suffice.
Arriving there, Ling Xiao felt the atmosphere was completely different; those heavenly prides who had already arrived seed to have a new longing in their gaze.
That was a longing for victory.
And even more so, a longing to defeat him.
Aside from the concern revealed in Joshua Long’s eyes, the eyes of the others were filled with intense fighting spirit.
"What’s going on Ling Junior Brother, these people seem like they have a grudge against you?" asked Lan Yu’er, puzzled.
"Hmph, it’s probably because of that banquet the other day, I don’t know what nonsense the old Sacred Emperor said, but these people seem to have singled out."
Ling Xiao snorted coldly. Facing the pressure of these people, he felt no fear, and the flas of battle that were once calm in his heart were now blazing fiercely.
"You wish to deal with , and I wish to snatch your Nine Tripod Fortune! Let’s see who gets the last laugh!"
Ling Xiao’s face revealed a look of delight.
After he obtained Jian Wuji’s Three Cauldrons Fortune, he found that the fortune not only improved one’s luck and made the circulation of Heavenly Origin Power in the body easier, but it also continuously nourished the body and soul, elevating the very essence of the person.
That feeling was simply ineffable.
Of course, the Twenty Heavenly Prides probably all thought the sa.
Although they saw Ling Xiao as their foremost enemy, they were also highly vigilant towards each other, none willing to be outdone.
This was the battle among the last twenty, the most intense and the most exciting fight.
Whoever obtained the final Nine Cauldrons Fortune would beco the Chosen Son of Heaven and would be blessed with the fate of the entire Heavenly Dragon Continent.
At that point, the situation would beco completely different.
After the people from Moon Hua Sect arrived, around fifteen minutes later, all the judges had also arrived on the scene.
The head judge began to read the rules of the Heavenly Prides competition in front of everyone.
The Heavenly Prides tournant would use a point-capture system.
The competition was to be held on a Martial Arts Platform.
There were to be twenty rounds in total, with a different opponent each round.
And there was no rule of elimination for losing consecutively.
In other words, this ti, no matter what, each of the Heavenly Prides would have the opportunity to face another in combat.
Who was the strongest and who was the weakest would soon beco clear.
Furthermore, every martial artist who beca one of the Heavenly Prides would receive Nine Cauldrons Fortune, only the amount varied.
Losing a battle would decrease one’s fortune, while winning would increase it.
So if one admitted defeat, the loss would be severe.
Twenty rounds would take place day and night, with certain rest periods scheduled between each round, continuing until the end.
This rule wasn’t an issue; after all, Transcendent Realm Martial Artists could go days and nights without sleep or food and still not die, not to ntion there were rest periods, and a bit of ditative breathing would restore them.
Moreover, because Jian Wuji was killed, Fengmo Ting, originally the twenty-first, luckily replaced him to enter the ranks of the Twenty Heavenly Prides.
Many were curious about Jian Wuji’s death, but those present that night kept their lips sealed, making it nearly impossible to glean any information.
"Lastly, another rule to add, based on previous performances, we will select six seed players. These six seed players will not et in the early matches to ensure the excitent of the competition,"
the head judge continued.
Although so were dissatisfied with this rule, they had nothing to say against the head judge and could only accept it.
Moreover, such a rule indeed ensured the competition’s excitent and fairness, so the audience very much approved.
"Who do you think these six seed players will be?"
"That’s obvious, His Highness the Saint’s Son will definitely make it!"
"Don’t forget Mo Wu Shang, His Highness the Saint’s Son himself said last tournant that Mo Wu Shang was the toughest opponent!"
"Bai Qianjiao is definitely one of them."
"That makes three. The other two must be Liu Taiyin and Hong Sanwei."
"Liu Taiyin is fine, but Hong Sanwei, who lost to Qin Bi Xue, has no chance."
"That’s true. So that’s four. The fifth has to be Qin Bi Xue, he beat Hong Sanwei, it wouldn’t make sense otherwise for him not to be a seed player."
"That leaves one last spot, who do you think should be selected?"
"Ling Xiao, he did beat Jian Wuji after all!"
"I think Joshua Long is no worse than him!"
"Have you all forgotten about Hong Li?"
"Tsk, this last spot is really tough to decide."
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