Under countless gazes and the greetings of the many Perfected Jin Dan Beings, Su Zimo arrived before Xuan Yi and Liu Hui. Bowing deeply, he said in a deep voice, "Greetings, peak masters, I'm Su Zimo of Misty Peak."
"Good, good, good child. Hurry and get up."
Xuan Yi hurried forward to support Su Zimo's arms with an emotional expression.
"So, Mr. Mo's real name is Su Zimo."
"Mr. Mo is at Foundation Establishment at such a young age?"
"Didn't they say that Misty Peak is bad at weapon refinement? How did such a monster incarnate appear out of nowhere? Our ancestral graves are fuming!"
Many Perfected Jin Dan Beings muttered softly as they looked at Su Zimo with curious gazes.
Liu Hui turned around and wiped her tears. She smiled and said, "Xuan Yi, don't hold him anymore. Let him sit down."
"Right, right."
Enlightened, Xuan Yi said, "Hurry and go over. We'll talk about your matters when we get back. There's plenty of time."
"Yes."
Su Zimo nodded and turned to continue walking forward. His gaze shifted and landed on Perfected Being Cang Lang who was not far away.
Their gazes met.
Su Zimo smiled.
Perfected Being Cang Lang's eyes widened as he looked at Su Zimo who was approaching. His face was ashen and he could not bring himself to smile.
"How could this be?"
Three years ago, when he heard that Su Zimo had become a cultivator as well, Perfected Being Cang Lang merely smiled indifferently.
Even if Su Zimo were to enter the cultivation world, he would never be able to catch up to him.
In his eyes, Su Zimo was still that ant that he could trample on, trample on and crush as he pleased!
However, that ant in the past had grown a little bigger.
Perfected Being Cang Lang had cultivated for more than 200 years. What was his current status, strength and status?
Just the connections he had accumulated over the past 200 years were enough to crush Su Zimo.
But now, the moment Su Zimo stepped onto the golden carpet, Perfected Being Cang Lang suddenly realized that apart from his own strength, all his advantages were gone!
In terms of status, influence, and connections, he was no match for Su Zimo.
Or rather, he couldn't compare to Mr. Mo.
A month ago, at the entrance of Mo Spirit Weapon Workshop, Su Zimo had promised that his head could be exchanged for a supreme-grade spirit weapon!
Perfected Being Cang Lang could clearly sense that many Perfected Jin Dan were tempted back then and even revealed a hint of killing intent.
If not for the fact that he was in the capital where no one dared to act rashly, it was very likely that he would be besieged!
Fate was such a wonderful thing.
In the past, Perfected Being Cang Lang could kill Su Zimo with ease with a snap of his fingers.
Right now, a single promise from Su Zimo was almost exchanged for Perfected Being Cang Lang's head.
Su Zimo passed by Perfected Being Cang Lang and paused for a moment before sighing gently. "Cang Lang, do you still remember what I said back then?"
Without waiting for Perfected Being Cang Lang's reply, Su Zimo had already walked over.
Even though it had been many years, for some reason, Perfected Being Cang Lang could still remember that scene clearly.
The young man was expressionless and said in an extremely calm tone, "If you don't kill me, you'll definitely regret it in the future."
Suddenly, Perfected Being Cang Lang regretted it.
…
In the square, the hundred thousand odd Foundation Establishment Cultivators were completely dumbfounded.
Apart from those from Misty Peak who were jumping for joy, the other cultivators had conflicted expressions.
Just Now, all of them were treating Su Zimo as a joke. It was only at this moment that they realized that the true joke was themselves.
Jun Hao of Azure Frost Sect heaved a long sigh of relief.
Even though he had expected it, he was still rather shocked when he found out about the outcome.
Tao Feng of True Fire Sect had an uncertain expression. Each time he recalled what he had said Just Now, his face would turn paler.
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Tao Feng, you don't seem too happy that my big bro said that you're not qualified?" Little Fatty asked with a grin.
Tao Feng's expression darkened and he remained silent.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Little Fatty pouted his lips. "Who was the one who was so arrogant earlier on and even wanted to compete with my big bro in weapon refinement? Why aren't you saying anything now? Don't be a coward! "
Tao Feng grit his teeth and shuddered but he could not say anything.
He had said too many things earlier on and now, every single one of them was thrown back at him with a burning pain in his face!
Beside Tao Feng stood a man with a cold aura. He looked at Su Zimo who was at the spectator area with a murderous intent in his eyes.
At the thought of how he had provoked Su Zimo earlier on, Si Yutang felt a little guilty and laughed dryly. "Who would have thought that he would be Mr. Mo? Fu."
No one bothered with him and he felt a little awkward.
"Junior sister, don't you think so?" Si Yutang turned around and asked.
At the side, Shen Meng Qi did not seem to have heard anything. It was as though she had lost her soul as she stared blankly at the spectator area at the figure that was gradually getting further and higher.
In that instant, she suddenly understood many things.
Why did Mr. Mo send a verbal order for her master, Perfected Being Cang Lang, to kneel down a month ago?
Why did Su Zimo say that Tao Feng was not qualified?
Why did Su Zimo remain indifferent at the mention of Mr. Mo's name?
Why did Su Zimo look at her with that strange gaze when she mentioned Mr. Mo?
Why did even the third princess of Great Zhou take the initiative to come over?
Why …
Only one answer was needed to explain all of these countless doubts.
Su Zimo was Mr. Mo!
At that moment, she suddenly felt like a fool.
"The actions of the princess of Great Zhou have unknowingly created many strong enemies for you. Let's see how you're going to clean up this mess later!"
Recalling what she said Just Now, Shen Meng Qi laughed self-deprecatingly.
Su Zimo did not need to clean up the mess at all.
That was because it was enough for him to reveal his identity.
Shen Meng Qi was lost.
She had once thought that she would soar into the skies after obtaining the one in a million immortal opportunity and be separated from Su Zimo forever, becoming someone from two different worlds.
But now, she suddenly realized something.
After a few years, everything she had was nothing in front of Su Zimo.
Her life might not even be comparable to a promise from Su Zimo.
Suddenly, Shen Meng Qi regretted it.
…
Before long, Su Zimo arrived at the second area where there was only an empty seat.
This was a seat that was second only to one and above everyone else. It was the same as the princes and princesses and the manager of Sky Treasure Auction House!
The emperor pointed. "Have a seat."
Su Zimo nodded.
Beside the empty seat was Ji Yaoxue.
The two of them exchanged glances and smiled. The moment Su Zimo sat down, a fragrance wafted over.
Immediately after, another person appeared on the other side of Su Zimo.
Su Zimo glanced sideways and was slightly stunned.
It was Demoness Ji who had moved the seat to his left and was right beside him.
With that, Su Zimo's seat was sandwiched between the two princesses.
Su Zimo coughed gently and felt a little uncomfortable.
"Hehe, I'll sit here," Demoness Ji chuckled.
Ji Yaoxue looked at her younger sister dotingly and shook her head with a chuckle.
The princes seemed to understand Demoness Ji's temper as well and smiled without saying anything. Instead, they nodded towards Su Zimo.
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat. Others might not have been able to tell, but he could vaguely sense that Demoness Ji's laughter was a little strange!
"I wonder what this demoness is thinking about."
Su Zimo frowned and looked straight ahead.
Right then, the emperor's voice sounded and reverberated in all directions.
"The sect competition has officially begun!"
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