The venue of the Universe Holy War finals could accommodate millions of spectators, and it was divided into several viewing platforms. Some were regular, and some were suspended.
One word, grand!
As the Patriarch of the participating side, Jun Changxiao was arranged to sit on the suspended platform north of the arena.
With a wide field of view, he could watch the entire battle without any blind spots.
In comparison, the ordinary viewing platforms were inferior. Because of the location, only a small part of the arena could be seen.
Fortunately, the organizer used a projection array. A huge light screen accompanied by countless small light screens stood in the sky, allowing the spectators to pay attention to the situation on each arena.
"How extravagant."
Jun Changxiao sat down and observed the entire venue.
The construction of the arena especially shocked him. Because in addition to the main venue, there were 12 trapezoidal venues around it, looking like the Five Elements Eight Trigrams.
"After all, it's the Universe Holy War finals. Of course, it has to be grand," the system said.
Jun Changxiao said, "In the future, I want to hold the Sect Tournament to such a standard and let all the warriors in the universe come to watch!"
"Host, you should worry more about your disciples. Although the Sky Devil Emperor doesn't dare to make a move, I'm afraid he'll instigate his adopted son to do it," the system said.
"I believe they can face everything."
Speaking of this, Jun Changxiao intentionally or unintentionally looked at the Sky Devil Emperor, who was far away from him. Coincidentally, the other party also looked over. Their eyes suddenly met, and sparks erupted.
Seeing that sparks of love were about to appear, a deep voice sounded from the main venue. "Let's welcome the participants!"
"Weng!"
"Weng!"
Array lights appeared in the 12 trapezoidal venues. One by one, the participants appeared on the stage.
"Ah ah!"
The warriors in the ordinary viewing platforms lost control of their emotions and shouted loudly when they saw their idols appear. Some even pulled out banners to support them.
Millions of spectators from different galaxies.
Almost every genius that appeared had a support group, so the level of noise could be said to be earth-shattering.
However, when the disciples of the Sect of All Times led by Lu Qianqian appeared in the trapezoidal venue, no one cheered for them. It was as if they were a group of pitiful children abandoned in a corner.
"Second Senior Brother."
Su Xiaomo covered his ears and said, "So noisy."
Before Li Qingyang could reply, he was interrupted by Lu Qianqian. "If we win the competition, they will shut up."
"…"
Everyone muttered in their hearts, "Why did Eldest Senior Sister suddenly speak!"
"Alright!"
With his hands on his waist, Su Xiaomo grinned. "Win the competition, become the champion, and silence the entire venue!"
Fortunately, the cheering voices drowned out his words. Otherwise, if this was heard by the audience, they would definitely send all kinds of disdain and ridicule.
Buzz!
Buzz!
The array formation was still flashing, and the contestants were still coming onto the stage.
It had to be said that there were many galaxies in the upper universe, and after the competition, not only were there many contestants in the finals, but they were also very strong.
It was unknown if it was a coincidence or if the organizers had arranged it on purpose, but the Sky Devil Emperor's adopted sons also appeared at the venue where the Sect of All Times disciples were gathered.
One of the adopted sons crossed his arms and sneered, "If we meet in the competition, I'll make sure you die."
"Tsk tsk."
Su Xiaomo said: "You're quite arrogant."
Behind him, Li Fei, Tian Qi, and the others laughed disapprovingly.
In terms of numbers, they definitely could not compare to the adopted sons of the Sky Devil Emperor, but if they really fought, they were not afraid at all.
Especially.
Yesterday, the Patriarch had already given the order.
If they met the adopted sons of the Sky Devil Emperor in the competition, there was no need to show any mercy.
"Hu hu!"
"Hu hu!"
The disciples of the Sect of All Times and the adopted sons of the Sky Devil Emperor were dozens of feet apart.
Both sides stared at each other. Although they did not directly attack each other, the explosive aura had already begun to clash in the air. The gloomy aura that filled the air shocked the nearby contestants to the point of trembling.
Two groups of people.
None of them were easy to deal with!
Don't hit the jackpot when drawing lots!
"Hmm?"
He Wudi, who was almost transparent, suddenly felt that he was being stared at, so he looked over and saw that at the back of the group of adopted sons, Ling Li clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger and killing intent.
"Tsk tsk."
Su Xiaomo also noticed and said, "This guy's injuries are recovering quite quickly."
"Just trash." Ye Xingchen said disdainfully.
"Crack!"
Ling Li clenched his fists, his fingernails sinking into his flesh. He said angrily in his heart, "I lost the main competition, but I definitely won't lose the finals!"
"Sigh."
A adopted brother next to him shook his head and said, "There's nothing special about these people. Someone can actually lose consecutively. Sure enough, Foster Father raised a trash."
"The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment."
"If Foster Father sent me to the Cangyun Department to participate, I would definitely win the championship easily."
In front of him, the disciples of the Sect of All Times mocked him, and behind him, his adopted brothers mocked and ridiculed him. Ling Li's anger and mentality were about to explode.
… …
After all the contestants appeared, the organizer began the routine speech.
Jun Changxiao leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest. He only opened his eyes when the other party finished speaking and announced the drawing of lots.
The drawing of lots was no different from the galactic main competition. The ten thousand contestants present would each choose an opponent. The winner would advance, and the loser would be eliminated.
According to the roll call, Lu Qianqian, Li Qingyang, and the others drew number cards one after another. Because there were many contestants in the first round, they did not draw their own people, thus starting a civil war.
"First round contestants, please enter the corresponding teleportation array."
"Phew!"
Li Tianshang took a deep breath and walked towards the teleportation array. "Senior Brothers, I'll go first!"
He was the first disciple of the Sect of All Times to fight.
"Junior Brother!"
Li Qingyang and the others encouraged him, "Victory at the start!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Li Tianshang was sent to the corresponding arena.
And when the first batch of contestants entered the arena, dozens of small screens appeared in the sky.
"Damn!" Su Xiaomo looked up and saw his junior brother and the contestants facing him. He was speechless. "We met the Sky Devil Emperor's adopted son in the first round?"
"Sigh."
Li Tianshang shook his head and said: "My luck is a bit good."
His opponent was called Ling Shi, and was also one of the adopted sons of the Sky Devil Emperor who had mocked him earlier.
"Alright."
Jun Changxiao spread out his hands and said: "There's going to be a good show to watch as soon as the battle starts."
"Kid."
Ling Shi tilted his head and laughed coldly: "If Lord Foster Father had sent me to the Blue Cloud Sect, you and your fellow sect members would not be standing in the finals. Instead, you would have gone to the Underworld to report."
"…"
Li Tianshang rubbed his nose and said: "So arrogant."
"Let the match begin!"
At this moment, the referee announced loudly.
"Hu hu!"
In an instant, dozens of stages erupted with their realm auras, turning into waves that spread towards the nearby spectator stands.
"Swish — — —"
Before the sound had even faded, Ling Shi bent his waist and sprinted backwards with his hands outstretched. His face gradually turned sinister and crazy.
"Tsk tsk tsk!"
"Accept your fate of death!"
"…"
Hearing the chuunibyou voice, Li Tianshang stood on the spot and shook his head. His gaze suddenly became serious, and his entire body was enveloped by a special aura.
Gradually.
A shadow appeared behind him.
From ethereal nothingness to flesh and blood.
This was an SS-rank Heroic Soul that was similar to an ancient assassin. He stood proudly with his sword in his arms, his long hair covering half of his face, and his eyes emitting a sense of vicissitudes.
Who?
Jing Ke!
"Tsk tsk."
Jun Changxiao said in surprise: "Directly using your trump card?"
"Clang — — —"
At this moment, under Li Tianshang's control, Jing Ke unsheathed his sword and went forward.
"Not good!"
"Swish — — —"
The stage fell into a state of silence.
Ling Shi maintained his sprinting state and stood there in a daze.
Jing Ke stopped behind him, a drop of blood gathered on his unsheathed sword, and said coldly: "I can't kill Qin Wang, but I can't kill you?"
"Plop!"
With that, Ling Shi knelt on the ground, his hands hanging down, his head tilted to the side, and there was an obvious sword mark on his neck. Perhaps because the speed was too fast, no blood spurted out.
The finals had just begun, and one of the adopted sons of the Sky Devil Emperor had sacrificed himself to the heavens!
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