The majestic palace stood on the ground like a ferocious primordial beast. Although its malevolence was restrained, it still emanated a soul-stirring aura that no one dared to ignore.
This was the Elysium, representing the pinnacle of the entire human race.
At this time, the square and the plains in front of the school were filled with people. It was a dense black mass that stretched as far as the eye could see. There were at least hundreds of thousands of people, perhaps even more than a million.
The Poison God Manor, the Nandou Manor, and the Deathgod Manor.
These three manors had always had deep foundations and were extremely powerful. They were as famous as the Human Emperor Manor, the Asura Manor, and the Netherworld Manor. They had even surpassed the Human Emperor Manor and could stand shoulder to shoulder with the other two manors.
The Poison God Manor was proficient in poison and controlled all kinds of poisons in the world. Even supreme experts would not have a good ending if poisoned. Thus, they were feared by everyone. The other manors were unwilling to offend this poisonous entity. Even on the Hundred Races Continent, they were quite infamous.
Back then, the Radiance God Manor offended the Poison God Manor and shocked the entire human race. Even their foundation was completely eradicated by the Poison God Manor.
From this, one could see how the Poison God Manor was. They were definitely not softhearted people.
The Deathgod Manor was also the most mysterious of all the manors. They drifted without a trace and no one knew where they were located.
They could kill people from thousands of miles away. In terms of strength, perhaps the Deathgod Manor was not as strong as the other manors. However, in terms of killing people, no one could compete with the Deathgod Manor. In other words, if someone offended the Deathgod Manor, they would not be able to eat or sleep in peace.
The Nandou Manor's foundation was terrifying. Rumor had it that they were no weaker than the Human Emperor Manor and could even compete with the Asura Manor and the Netherworld Manor.
In the era without Divine Lords, the Nandou Manor was not inferior to the other three manors.
The present was no longer the chaotic era of the Mythological Era. The human race had long taken root on the Hundred Races Continent and became one of the major races with a large population. No other race dared to underestimate the human race.
Because of this, the Human Race was no longer the Human Race of the past. In order to strengthen themselves, the various large factions used all sorts of methods. It was no longer strange for people of the same race to kill each other.
The Heavenly Academy was the number one academy of the human race and was revered by the entire human race. How could the Southern Dipper, God of Poison, and God of Slaughter Manors, who had the same strength as them, be willing to be under someone else?
Therefore, the three manors would always send their most outstanding young geniuses to participate in the Elysium Academy Competition in order to establish their prestige.
This time, it was no exception.
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"Brother Hao, look, it's the swallow and the ice cube."
With a glance, Yan Qing saw Xue Yan, who was standing among the God of Slaughter Manors and greeting her. Her eyes were instantly filled with joy and excitement as she turned her head. However, she saw that there was something wrong with Feng Hao's expression. Following his line of sight, she saw Qing Wu and her daughter. She couldn't help but be startled, and the excitement on her pretty face gradually subsided.
Although it was only a side view, Qing Wu's charming and graceful figure, which was not inferior to Liu Canyan, fell into Ye Futian's eyes.
"What a charming enchantress."
Yan Qing secretly praised in her heart. At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.
Fenghao was definitely not the kind of person who would be seduced by beauty. For example, in the tomb world, he was able to resist the temptation of the white-robed woman who was as beautiful as a celestial fairy. At this moment, although this woman before him was extremely charming, it was impossible for Fenghao to fall in love with her.
Therefore, there must be something going on. Perhaps, it was an old acquaintance.
In the meantime, Joan Of Arc and Wan Xin also discovered Feng Hao's abnormality …
"Someone from the God of Poison Manors, could it be … her?"
A light flashed in Wan Xin's eyes. She thought of Qing Wu and her daughter, whom Feng Hao had once mentioned.
"Brother Hao, is it Sister Qing Wu?"
She asked cautiously beside Feng Hao.
"Yes."
Feng Hao came back to his senses. He glanced at the three women and nodded heavily. In his eyes, there was a trace of pain and guilt.
Such an answer made Joan Of Arc and the other two women understand.
Feng Hao did not hide Qing Wu's matter from them. However, they did not expect that they would meet in such a situation.
At this time, Qing Wu seemed to feel that someone was looking at her, so she turned around …
When their eyes met, she saw a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes. In those eyes, she saw love and excitement, pain and guilt, and even a little nervousness.
She did not know why, but at a glance, she understood those five kinds of emotions.
However, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.
Who was this person? Why was he looking at her with that kind of expression?
Vaguely, she felt that he was a little familiar, but in her mind, there was no memory of this face.
It was just a stranger.
Instantly, her charming face was plated with a layer of frost, and her eyes were ice-cold.
"Mother, that uncle is so familiar. Why do I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?"
Little Qing Meng, who was next to her, also saw Feng Hao. Instantly, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, which were as bright as the surface of a lake.
Vaguely, she had the idea of approaching that strange uncle.
"Ignore him."
Qing Wu held her little hand tightly, turned her head, and did not look at Feng Hao.
In just a glance, her reaction from the beginning to the end was seen by Feng Hao. Suddenly, the nervousness and responsibility in his heart turned into panic and astonishment.
He did not understand why Qing Wu looked at him as if he was a stranger.
Could it be that she did not remember him?
Or was she not Qing Wu at all?
"No, it's impossible. This is Wu 'er."
Feng Hao somewhat lost his composure, shook his head, and murmured in a low voice. He even wanted to directly go over to confirm, and personally ask what was going on.
"Stand there and don't move."
An aura locked onto him, making it difficult for him to move an inch. Only then did he come to his senses, and immediately stood there with a frown.
"Brother Hao, don't be anxious. Perhaps, Sister Qing Wu is angry with you, so she deliberately ignored you."
Beside him, Wan Xin softly comforted him. Joan Of Arc and Yan Qing stood there, not knowing what to say.
Although Xie Yandong and the others were puzzled, they all pretended not to see it.
"Is that so?"
Feng Hao raised his head and looked at her, his eyes filled with hope and heartache.
He vaguely felt that something was wrong. If Qing Wu was angry that he did not pick her up in time, she could be angry, but Little Qing Meng's reaction could not be deceived. That reaction was exactly the same as when they first met in Nephrite Ancient City …
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