Time passed in the blink of an eye.
Early the next morning, the heavy snowfall that had lasted for several days finally stopped as if it knew that there would be a clash between the experts.
A ray of sunlight shone through the hazy sky and spread down, making people feel a long-lost warmth in their hearts.
"Today, stay with Cang Zheng. Remember, don't cause any trouble."
In the attic, Wutian opened his eyes and spread out his Divine Thought. He found that Sikong Yanran's aura was gone. He guessed that she had already gone to the fighting arena.
Then, he took out the Four-headed Violent Ape and the Gold-biter Rats. He reminded them and stood up. In a flash, he disappeared without a trace.
The fighting arena was unprecedentedly lively during the Shadow Guardian election every year. The spectator seats were filled with people before dawn. It was very noisy and lively.
There were people from all nine cities in the crowd, but they were all from the same city and gathered in the same place.
The City Lords and Deputy City Lords of the nine cities were all present. They sat at the front with the Shadow Guardian Commander under the high platform of the fighting arena.
Although the people from the superior cities were usually disdainful of the people from the intermediate and inferior cities, they still dared not act rashly in the presence of the Shadow Guardian Commander. No matter who it was, they were very respectful to everyone.
For example, Wang Fan. If he saw Liu Taijun on a normal day, he might not even look at him. But now, he was laughing and snoring, talking and laughing as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
Beside the City Lords and the others sat seven young talents. The leader was the Little Devil from the First City, followed by Chong Feng from the Second City, Kong Hanqing from the Third City, Zhao Ansheng from the Fourth City, Ge Ranqin from the Fifth City, Rao Junguang from the Sixth City, and Sikong Yanran from the Seventh City.
Only the participants from the Eighth City and the Ninth City were absent.
"I wonder who will fight who in the first battle."
"That's right. Every Shadow Guardian Competition is so secretive that they're afraid that we'll know about it in advance."
"Sigh! It's a pity that we don't see the participants from the Ninth City and the Eighth City. "
"They haven't arrived yet. Are they planning to forfeit?"
"Li Feng bet 10 million essence and Yan Kuan bet 1 million essence. If the participants from the Ninth City forfeit, they will lose everything."
The crowd was filled with discussions. They were all looking forward to it.
Wutian was also in the crowd, not far behind the leader of the shadow guards. However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he changed his appearance slightly.
Listening to the discussions around him, he too was filled with anticipation. However, his anticipation was different. He wanted to see exactly how extraordinary the younger generation of the Dark City was.
However, he seemed to have forgotten that when he was registering yesterday, the purple-clothed man had said that he had to report today. Otherwise, it would be considered a forfeit. But the problem was that Cang Zheng was still sleeping soundly in the loft!
Wang Fan stood up and cupped his fists at a man in a purple-gold robe. "Commander, it has been more than 15 minutes since the scheduled start of the Shadow Guardian Battle. The participants from the Ninth City and the Eighth City have not reported yet. Should we consider them as having forfeited?"
The Shadow Guard Commander raised his head and looked at him with a faint smile. He glanced behind him and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. The competition will start first. If they don't come when the competition starts, it won't be too late to give up."
Hearing this, Wutian temporarily gave up on informing Cang Zheng. However, Wang Fan was unhappy. He frowned and cupped his fists. "Commander, this seems to be against the rules?"
"You're talking about the rules with me?" The Shadow Guard Commander's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "The Lord of the Dark City is not here. In the Dark City, my words are the rules. Stand down!"
"Yes, Sir!"
Wang Fan bowed and hurriedly retreated to one side. Although the Shadow Guard Commander's words were calm, Wang Fan knew very well that if he continued to speak, he might not even be able to keep his life, let alone the position of the Lord of the First City.
"Jiang Heyou, you may begin," the Shadow Guard Commander ordered.
The purple-clothed man next to him, who was the man from the registration area yesterday, leaped onto the high platform. He pressed his hands down and shouted, "Silence!"
His voice was not very loud, but it covered the entire arena and entered the ears of everyone present. The previously noisy fighting arena instantly quietened down.
"The rules of the Shadow Guard Battle are that life and death are determined by fate. Riches and honor are determined by the heavens. No matter what method is used, as long as you win, you will be the king. However, there are only two points to remember. First, those who surrender will not be killed. Second, no one outside the arena is allowed to interfere! Number one and eight, please enter the arena. The Shadow Guard Battle officially begins! "
Jiang Heyou explained the rules in a simple manner. He then waved his hand and announced the start of the battle.
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures flashed and appeared on the high platform in an instant.
"It's her," Wutian said in surprise.
One of them was Sikong Yanran. Her opponent was a refined and refined man dressed in loose green robes. He held a black folding fan in his hand and waved it slowly.
This person was Zhao Ansheng from the Fourth City. Just like his name, he was like a scholar that didn't even have the strength to truss up a chicken. His skinny face was slightly pale, but when he looked at Sikong Yanran, his eyes flickered with a lustful light.
"Lower Success Stage of God Change." Wutian frowned. This person was actually at the Lower Success Stage while Sikong Yanran was only at the Initial Success Stage. The gap between the two was really big.
However, when Wutian looked at Sikong Yanran, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. There wasn't the slightest bit of seriousness on her face, it was very calm and indifferent.
With a faint smile, Wutian began to look forward to it.
"Miss Yanran, you are really too beautiful. I feel pity for you and can't bear to hurt you. Why don't you admit defeat? We can be friends. " Zhao Ansheng squinted his eyes and smiled. His burning gaze was wantonly sizing up Sikong Yanran.
Sikong Yanran was not angry. She smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Zhao, please make your move!"
"Alas! Why don't you appreciate my kind advice, Miss Yanran! Forget it. If you can't hold on later, remember to admit defeat! "Zhao Ansheng cupped his hands politely. However, he was laughing lewdly in his heart. What a rare beauty! No matter what, he had to get her on the bed.
Zhao Ansheng's heart was already racing. He was imagining her writhing madly under him. Her alluring body was drenched in sweat and her beautiful and moving moans.
Clang! Clang!
As Zhao Ansheng was immersed in his thoughts, a loud clang could be heard. Following it, the aura of a Royal Weapon soared into the sky and shook the entire place!
Everyone looked over and saw that Sikong Yanran's face was as cold as ice. A thin sword had appeared in her jade-like hand. It was glistening with green light and water flowed around it. Its sharpness shocked everyone!
"Royal Weapon!"
The City Governor and Deputy City Governor of the Fourth City exclaimed. The battle had just begun, but the two of them could not sit still. They were very worried. What angered them the most was that Zhao Ansheng was still immersed in his "lust".
However, there was nothing they could do. They could only watch helplessly. The rules had stated clearly that no one outside the arena was allowed to interfere, even if it was just a reminder.
Especially when they saw the mocking looks from the other City Governors and Deputy City Governors, the two of them were angry and annoyed. They wished they could slap Zhao Ansheng to death. He was still thinking about lust in the face of the Shadow Guardian battle. What a rotten piece of wood!
Even the Shadow Guardian Commander could not help but shake his head. There was an obvious look of disappointment on his face.
"Slash!"
Sikong Yanran shouted. Her aura suddenly changed. She was like a beautiful Goddess of War. She was valiant and valiant, and her killing intent was overwhelming. She slashed down with her thin sword. A 100-meter-long sword shadow broke through the air. The terrifying power of the Royal Weapon shook the Void and shocked everyone!
"Royal Weapon, the power of water, and the Radiant Spiritual Body. It seems that Sikong Yanran is more mysterious than I thought." Wutian muttered to himself. Then, he shook his head. Zhao Ansheng was powerful, but his temperament was unstable. He was addicted to lust. He was doomed to lose.
"What? You have a Royal Weapon!"
Zhao Ansheng's entire body shuddered as the peerlessly terrifying edge chopped down from above. He suddenly came back to his senses and awoke from his lewd thoughts. His complexion changed drastically, and his originally slightly pale complexion became even more ghastly pale at this moment!
In his mind, the beautiful body, seductive moans, and the pleasure of ravaging all receded like the tide. Only shock and fear were left!
"I …"
The power of the Royal Weapon was invincible. If Zhao Ansheng had been prepared in advance, he might have had a chance. However, he was not confident that he could win. Moreover, he was unprepared. Moreover, the sword shadow was already above his head. He even felt that his body was about to be torn apart. The pain was unbearable, so he had no choice but to admit defeat.
However, before he could finish his words, the green sword shadow, like a towering mountain, enveloped him in an instant. With a boom, a shrill scream exploded. However, this scream did not last long. Everything returned to silence!
"Clang!"
Glancing coldly at the center of the dust, Sikong Yanran moved her slender fingers. The slender sword vibrated and made a faint metallic sound. Then, it disappeared from everyone's sight. She did not look at the result. She turned around and walked down the high platform.
She showed full confidence!
Strangely, when she put away the slender sword, Sikong Yanran's temperament returned. She was pure and holy, like a snow lotus in a world of ice and snow. She was ethereal and moving. She was beautiful beyond words!
"Zhao Ansheng was killed in one blow? How is this possible? "
"It's unbelievable. Sikong Yanran of the Seventh City is too terrifying!"
A moment later, the fighting arena, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly burst into an uproar. Unbelievable clamor and vicious curses reverberated between heaven and earth.
The so-called curses were not directed at Sikong Yanran. Instead, they were directed at Zhao Ansheng of the Fourth City. As for who they were directed at? Of course, it was the people who had bet on Zhao Ansheng. Zhao Ansheng's death meant that their dreams of getting rich overnight were shattered. Naturally, they had to vent their frustrations.
The dust on the high platform finally settled, revealing a bloody scene. Zhao Ansheng, who was still alive and kicking just a moment ago, was now split into two halves. Even his Primordial Spirit was in the same state. His blood spilled all over the ground. It was a ghastly sight!
"What a dramatic scene!" Even Wutian could not help but want to laugh. At the same time, he was surprised. This mysterious beautiful woman was not simple!
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