The Lord of Dragon City! All the matters of Dragon City, big and small, were decided by this mysterious woman. However, most of the time, the various matters of Dragon City were handled by the various Executors of Huatian Palace. She rarely showed up. Now that she had come forward to announce something, many people were curious about what she was going to announce.
"This year's Heaven List Champion has a special right. He can bring his own sect to challenge the top eight sects. If he wins, he will replace them. The Heaven List Champion is prepared to exercise this right. Now, may I invite the sect that Mo Wen belongs to to to take the stage? "
Mo Qingge only said one sentence before disappearing. As the highest decision maker in Dragon City, she only needed to say the order and did not need to explain anything. This special right was something that she had come up with on the spur of the moment for Mo Wen. She had not explained it before, but since she had said it, the Huatian Palace's referee would handle the matter.
Mo Wen stood up and pulled Gu Jingman along as they walked calmly towards the center of the battlefield. He did not feel that there was anything wrong with appearing out of nowhere.
However, Mo Qingge's words attracted the attention of everyone present. For a moment, everyone's gaze was on the two silhouettes walking off the stage.
The Heaven List Champion had such a special right? They had never heard of it before. In fact, such a thing had never happened in the previous Heaven List Tournament. However, the rules were set by the Huatian Palace. Since the decision maker of the Huatian Palace had said so, it was a rule even if it was not a rule. It would be useless if one or two people objected. Moreover, no one would oppose the Huatian Palace with great fanfare over such a small matter. After all, this was a place that revered strength. If the challenger could not defeat the top eight sects, it would be useless. If the challenger could defeat the top eight sects, it meant that the challenger had the ability to enter the top eight.
"That's the Dafang Sect. I have paid attention to this sect before," an ancient martial art practitioner said in surprise. He had paid attention to the Dafang Sect not because he knew of its name. In fact, he did not know which corner the Dafang Sect had popped up from. Compared to the first-rate large sects in the Inner world, the Dafang Sect did not seem to have any reputation at all.
However, the top of the Heaven List was from the Dafang Sect. That outstanding young man had left a deep impression on many people. Hence, some people could not help but start to pay attention to the Dafang Sect.
However, the Dafang Sect was different from what they had imagined. They had originally thought that a sect that could nurture such a terrifying youth would be very powerful. However, in reality, the Dafang Sect was very weak. They had not even passed the preliminaries of the Sect Tournament. Instead, Mo Wen seemed to be the strongest person in the sect. This made many people's jaws drop.
Why were those young warriors from the Peng Lai Immortal Realm so strong? Some of them even far surpassed the older generation of powerhouses in the inner world. This was because they had a powerful sect behind them, and the power of the sect had promoted their achievements.
As for Mo Wen, he had grown up in such a weak sect, yet he could actually be so strong.
"Why did the Dafang Sect only send out two people? Shouldn't there be five?"
"That's right. Every sect sends out five people. Why did they only send out two? Moreover, both of them are youths. Could it be that the Dafang Sect wants to let two youths face the entire sect?"
"Those two youths are not simple. They are the first and second on the Heaven List. Who would have thought that a mere Dafang Sect would actually occupy the top two spots on the Heaven List? This has never happened before."
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The people who paid the most attention to this matter were naturally the eight sects that had already advanced into the top eight. They had not expected such an accident to happen halfway through. Since when did the top of the Heaven List have such authority? They had never heard of it before.
Naturally, no one was willing to casually object to the rules set by the Huatian Palace. Moreover, the people from the eight sects were very calm. Since they had advanced into the top eight, their abilities did not need to be mentioned. They were not afraid of any challenge. Moreover, the Dafang Sect was only a sect that could not even pass the preliminaries. Even if they had such special authority, they most likely would not be able to cause much trouble.
Mo Wen and Gu Jingman slowly walked down to the arena. They stood leisurely opposite the eight sects. They looked calm and composed, completely ignoring the strange gazes of the others.
A silhouette quietly appeared between them. It was an elder in white with white hair and a white beard. His body emanated a shocking pressure. He was none other than the Huatian Palace referee, a Primordial Soul Realm immortal cultivator.
"Five people can participate in the Sect Tournament. Are you sure that only two of you will participate?" The elder in white asked plainly as he looked at Mo Wen. He was also a little puzzled. The Dafang Sect had actually only sent two people. Could it be that they were prepared to fight against the five from the other sects with just two people? That was too much of a joke. Moreover, they were two youths.
The ancient martial art practitioners of the Penglai Sect were not easy to deal with. Even though the people who could participate in the Martial Arts Circle Convention were limited to those who had become immortals and below, there were some powerful Infinite Powerhouses that even the elder in white would find it difficult to deal with. Even if these two youths had reached the Infinite Powerhouse Realm, it would most likely be somewhat impossible for them to defeat those old fellows.
"Two people is enough," Mo Wen said plainly.
Gu Jingman, on the other hand, stood beside Mo Wen with a sweet smile. She did not say a word. Everything was decided by Mo Wen.
Upon hearing this, the elder in white was stunned. He had not expected Mo Wen to actually give such an answer. This was too … arrogant. Even the word 'arrogance' could not describe such arrogance.
"What an arrogant junior. Youngsters nowadays are really biting off more and more than they can chew."
Mo Wen's words were clearly not very pleasing to the ear. He had just finished speaking when a cold snort sounded. The person who had spoken was from one of the eight sects opposite them. All of them were dressed in crimson robes.
Mo Wen recognized at a glance that they were from the Blood Evil Temple. The person who had spoken was the elder standing at the front of the group. If he had guessed correctly, this person should be the Yang Zonglin that Ling Feng had mentioned. He was known as the strongest Infinite Powerhouse in the Blood Evil Temple.
Because of Lord Merciless, the relationship between the Blood Evil Temple and the Dafang Sect was already bad. Especially during the Sect Primary Selection, the Blood Evil Temple had deliberately obstructed them. Otherwise, with Ling Feng's ability, how could he not even pass the Sect Primary Selection?
The two sects originally had a feud. Now that the Dafang Sect had a chance to make a comeback, the people from the Blood Evil Temple naturally could not stand it.
The people from the other sects did not have such a big reaction as the Blood Evil Temple. Instead, they looked at Mo Wen and Gu Jingman curiously. Could it be that these two fellows had come to make a fool of themselves? The two of them had overestimated themselves and came to challenge them. Weren't they looking down on them a little too much? Some of them were angry and amused at the same time.
After all, the people who could stand here were all from the sects of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. Moreover, their abilities in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm were rather impressive. These ancient martial art practitioners from the Peng Lai Immortal Realm had always looked down on the ancient martial art practitioners from the outside world. They had always seen themselves as the orthodox descendants of the Hua Xia martial arts path. The ancient martial art practitioners from the outside world were equivalent to uncivilized barbarians. In their eyes, they were not even worth mentioning.
Two youngsters in their twenties had dared to challenge them. If they were not here to make a fool of themselves, then what were they here for?
It could be said that the five people sent by each of the eight strongest sects who could stand here were Infinite Powerhouses. Although the Huatian Palace had stipulated that they had to send two ancient martial art practitioners below the age of 100, a ten-year-old was still below the age of 100, and a ninety-year-old was still below the age of 100. Almost no sect would send out youngsters in their twenties or thirties. Normally, they would send out people in their eighties or nineties, which was close to the upper limit of their age. Moreover, they were all talented strong practitioners in the sect, having reached the Infinite Powerhouse realm before the age of 100.
Among the eight strongest sects, there was one sect whose members were all women. Without a doubt, it was the Goddess Cult. The members of this sect were all as beautiful as flowers. On the surface, they were all women in their prime. The oldest among them seemed to be middle-aged. However, those who understood this sect knew that among the five members of the Goddess Cult, three of them were more than 100 years old. They were old enough to be the grandmothers of some ordinary people. It would be a big mistake to be fooled by their appearance. They were all old monsters with terrifying strength.
In the team of the Goddess Cult, Chu Yunli looked at Mo Wen curiously. As Lin Qing's master, she knew Mo Wen better than anyone else. Although this person was young, he was definitely not an arrogant and conceited person. Now that the two of them had entered the arena, what was the meaning of this? Did he really think that with just the two of them, they could challenge five other sects!?
Even Chu Yunli, who admired Mo Wen, was filled with doubts right now. She did not understand Mo Wen's purpose in doing this at all. If Mo Wen really thought that he had the ability, it was a little too much …
"Are you sure it's only two people?"
The referee asked again. He wanted to get a definite answer. The Huatian Palace indeed did not have a rule that required five people to participate in the battle. At the same time, the two of them were also very young. They also fulfilled the condition that two people below the age of 100 had to participate in the battle. The referee had to check their bone age because the two of them were youths who had participated in the Heaven List Tournament. They were definitely not more than 50 years old.
"Yes!" Mo Wen nodded.
"Which sect are you going to challenge? You only have one chance. If you fail, you'll have to leave the arena immediately, "the referee said indifferently.
"Blood Evil Temple," Mo Wen said.
"Alright! I'll wait for a moment. You can start fighting. " The referee was very straightforward. With a tap of the scepter in his hand, a beam of light descended from the sky and landed on the arena. Then, it formed a huge semi-circular light shroud, almost enveloping the entire arena.
The next moment, the silhouette of the elder in white flashed and he disappeared from his original spot.
Mo Wen's choice to challenge the Blood Evil Temple shocked many people. After these few days of battles, they had some understanding of the eight strongest sects. Not to mention the power behind the eight sects, just based on the team of five in front of them, the Blood Evil Temple's power could definitely be ranked in the top five. It was even possible for them to be ranked in the top three. As the saying went, pick the soft persimmon. However, among the eight sects, the Blood Evil Temple did not seem like a soft persimmon.
"Humph, you don't know your place. Since I've already taught you a lesson, I don't mind teaching you a second lesson," Yang Zonglin said with an ugly expression. Mo Wen had directly chosen the Blood Evil Temple. Clearly, he had the intention of taking revenge. If they won, the Blood Evil Temple would have no face left. Of course, such a situation would not happen. (To be continued.)
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