"Most likely it will be the same as usual! After all, there are only a few people in the Divine Master Realm in the whole continent. "
"No, that dog emperor may be a variable!"
"But then again, where did this dog emperor come from? He's really too strong! "
…
In the roar, an island appeared in the center of the huge city. Even outside the city wall, the three big words above the island could be clearly seen. Floating Cloud Island.
Below the Floating Cloud Island, in the central area of the city, there were three huge squares. Looking down from the sky, one could see the three big words, Earth, Xuan, and Huang.
At the moment, there were fierce fighting roars in the three squares.
Chu Bei played with a glittering and translucent token in his hand. The word "Huang" on the token was particularly conspicuous, and there was a big number 9 in the lower right corner.
"Let's go and join in the fun."
Chu Bei held Mu Xue 'er's arm and said with a smile. Then they appeared in the square of the Yellow Board Battle.
As far as the eye could see, the outer area of the square was already filled with countless cheering spectators.
In the center, there was a round brick platform with a diameter of 300 meters. It reflected the bright and translucent light from afar, giving people a sense of luxury and nobility. Right behind the brick platform, there was a rostrum with a golden background.
The rostrum's layout was a bit special. The three luxurious and exquisite chairs were not arranged in a row, but in an arc. Perhaps it was a special adjustment, there was no so-called primary or secondary position in the three positions.
"The Yellow Board Battle has entered the finals. Who do you think will be the first this year?"
"It should be Han Yang from the Sanctuary! He's too strong! "
"As far as I know, he survived the Nine Refinements of Ice in the Sanctuary and got the inheritance of Divine Master Ice! His cultivation directly rose from the Martial King to the Saint with Nine Stars! "
"It's a pity that the ninth on the Yellow Board didn't participate this year! The ninth guy seems to be the master of a small sect! "
"The master of the Purple Cloud Sect is a 20-year-old guy! I don't know if the Oracle is mistaken. As far as I know, half a year ago, he was a waste with no cultivation. "
"Time's up. The final battle begins!"
…
With a metallic clang, nine silhouettes appeared on the circular platform.
In the void, Chu Bei saw two familiar faces at a glance.
The first familiar face was one of the three people on the rostrum. She was wearing a black gauze dress. Although her face couldn't be seen clearly because of the black gauze hat, it was possible to tell that she was a woman with a graceful and exquisite figure.
The first time he saw this woman was in the ruins, and that was an accident. The second and third time he saw this woman was when she was a God's Emissary, and she gave him the token twice.
As for the second familiar face, it was one of the nine people on the round platform, Saint realm Han Yang. Back then, they had fought over the Illusory Seed. To be exact, he had already transformed into an old man and snatched the Illusory Seed from the old man.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Nine figures landed on the circular high platform amidst the sound of breaking air.
They stood side by side, nodding to each other as a form of greeting. They released a tyrannical aura that made the surrounding void tremble.
"Young Martial Uncle, Master and Senior Brother should have arrived long ago. Why can't I see them?" In the sky, Mu Xue 'er tilted her head left and right, pouting as if she was looking for something.
Hearing Mu Xue 'er's words, Chu Bei's powerful Divine Sense swept across the entire Imperial City.
In an instant, his Divine Consciousness locked onto a figure below. Then, he frowned and his face darkened.
Whoosh!
A divine rainbow streaked across the sky. Chu Bei and Mu Xue 'er appeared behind the figure in an instant.
It was a man wearing a black bamboo hat and a loose black robe. The moment Chu Bei appeared, his body tensed up, and a murderous intent seeped out of his body.
"Master?"
However, just as a probing cry sounded, the man's murderous intent collapsed, and his body trembled slightly.
"Xue 'er, Sect Master, you …" The man turned around, his face covered by the black bamboo hat.
"Who hurt you?!" Chu Bei's voice was low. With a wave of his hand, the man's loose black robe and black bamboo hat exploded at the same time.
The man's body was covered in bloody scars, and there were several gaping holes in his chest. Although the wounds had been treated, they were still bleeding profusely. His left arm was also missing.
"Master … you …" Looking at the severely injured Bai Feng, Mu Xue 'er fell into Chu Bei's arms before she could finish her sentence. Then, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"What the hell happened?!" Chu Bei wiped away Mu Xue 'er's tears with one hand and sent out several rays of light to cover Bai Feng's body with the other to heal his wounds.
"It's all his fault!"
Meeting Chu Bei's gaze, Bai Feng took a deep breath and suddenly pointed his right hand at the Sacred Region's Han Yang on the circular platform. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Listening to Bai Feng's narration, Chu Bei's eyes became colder and colder. The surrounding air became stagnant, and a piercing chill filled the air.
Bai Feng originally came to the Imperial City with a group of disciples in advance. However, when Han Yang from the Sacred Region learned that they were from the Purple Cloud Sect, he slaughtered them without saying anything.
Thirty-six disciples all died tragically under Han Yang's sword. If he hadn't used his secret method, he would have died tragically under Han Yang's sword. Although he successfully escaped, he was still seriously injured, and his left arm was even cut off.
"Why! What enmity does the Purple Cloud Sect have with him?! "Bai Feng roared, clenching his fists. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of pain.
"Maybe it's because of me." After a sigh, Chu Bei stepped away. The reason why Han Yang hated the Purple Cloud Sect was not only that he had snatched the Illusory Realm Seed, but also that he had snatched the Original Force Puppet.
Boom!
With an earth-shattering boom, Chu Bei landed on the round platform.
"Who … who is this guy who suddenly appeared?!"
"Is he crazy? This is the final of the Yellow Board Battle! "
"What the hell does he want to do?!"
…
When Chu Bei appeared on the circular platform, the spectators around were stunned at first. After they reacted, various voices were intertwined.
"It's him!" On the rostrum, a graceful woman in a black gauze said in astonishment.
"Leng Yan, do you know him?" The two people beside the graceful woman were confused.
"He is the Lord of the Purple Cloud Sect, the ninth person on the Profound Token!" The graceful woman bit her lips. She didn't say how she and Chu Bei knew each other. She just revealed his identity.
"Who are you! How dare you make trouble here! " Just when the other two Oracles on the rostrum were surprised, the referee on the platform shouted at Chu Bei.
However, he hadn't even finished speaking when his entire body was blasted far away like a cannonball with a bang, and then he smashed fiercely into a jade pavilion.
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