"Seems like it's really a puppet. An early stage Dao Seeking Realm puppet. I wonder how the Great Wilderness King made it …"
Everyone looked at Ning Qi with a strange expression.
Jiang Buxu was merely an early stage Emperor. They naturally wouldn't think that this puppet was refined by Jiang Buxu. But Ning Qi was different.
His cultivation level might be lower than Jiang Buxu, but he had a Dao Seeking Realm spiritual beast!
"Wait! He can't possibly have two Dao Seeking Realm puppets. He must have given the Marquis God Courage's puppet to another genius. This isn't allowed by the rules! "
Long Haitu suddenly thought of this and hurriedly said.
"You mean this one?"
Wang Chao coldly laughed, and a Ink Guard appeared beside him. Ning Qi had long since expected this, and had always told Wang Chao to be prepared.
Long Haitu shut his mouth with an ugly expression.
Proud Wind Dragon King looked at Ink Guard and said, "Let the contest continue!"
"The Heavenly Bull Tribe is bound to lose!"
"Not just the Heavenly Bull Tribe. If we encounter the Human Race, we won't be able to win either."
"I'm afraid the Three Sacred Tribes won't be able to win either, unless one of their geniuses has an Innate Numinous Treasure …"
"Could it be that the Human Race is really going to emerge and take first place in the Sacred Tribe Prodigy Contest? This is an honor that the Titan Gods have never had before! "
The Dao-Seeking Cultivators considered the crucial point of the matter, and their faces were filled with astonishment.
Jinwu Zhige heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Ning Qi meaningfully. She didn't expect Ning Qi to have such a trump card. Bnehamin and the other late stage Dao Querying cultivators had solemn expressions on their faces. No one knew what they were thinking about. They then glanced at Proud Wind Dragon King, Full Moon Pillar God, and Priest Leng Xian from the corner of their eyes. The first two were expressionless and did not show any emotions.
They didn't expect the Demon Race to lose to the Human Race.
"Forget it. Since the Three Sacred Tribes didn't say anything, let's just leave it to fate."
Bnehamin transmitted.
Hearing this, Lei Yunze and Lady Yan Zhen looked at each other and nodded slightly.
"What are you waiting for? Come and die, or scram back to the Heavenly Bull Tribe and never participate in the Sacred Tribe Prodigy Contest again! "
Jiang Buxu looked coldly at the Heavenly Bull Tribe and shouted.
"Ancestor? How do we fight this? "
The prodigies of the Heavenly Bull Race looked at each other. No one was willing to go up. This was clearly sending them to their deaths!
"We can't surrender! Today's grudge, Old Ancestor will avenge you in the future! "
Long Haitu said solemnly.
"You can't even protect yourself, right?"
A prodigy said subconsciously.
Long Haitu's expression changed, and he looked at the prodigy of the Heavenly Bull Race. "What did you say? You don't have to worry about me. Go on stage right now. If you don't, I'll kill you! "
When everyone saw this scene, they suddenly felt funny in their hearts, but immediately they looked at Ning Qi with lingering fear. If they met the Human Clan in the next competition, they were afraid that the situation would not be any better than the Heavenly Bull Clan.
A trace of fear flashed across the eyes of the Sky Bull Race prodigy. If he didn't go up, he would die. If he went up, he would also die. If he was going to die either way, he might as well go up and fight!
Thinking of this, he slowly walked into the arena.
However, as soon as he stepped into the golden light barrier, he was beheaded by the Blood-Spike Owl. He died just like Bruley.
"Again!"
Jiang Buxu stood leisurely on the spot and shouted.
"Old Ancestor …"
"Go!"
Long Haitu said solemnly, "There are only dead Heavenly Bull Race, no Heavenly Bull Race surrenders!"
"This …"
In the following time, everyone watched an extremely boring yet bloody battle. The Emperor prodigies of the Heavenly Bull Race entered the arena one by one and were killed by the Blood-Spike Owl. None of them had a chance to fight back.
In the end, the last Emperor prodigy of the Heavenly Bull Race died in the hands of the Blood-Spike Owl. Only Long Haitu was left on the Heavenly Bull Race's side.
"The Heavenly Bull Race loses this competition."
Proud Wind Dragon King said.
"Seconded."
Full Moon Pillar God nodded.
"Lord Shaman …"
Golden Wu Zhige looked at Shaman Leng Xian, who had been circling around Wang Chao and sizing up Mo Wei.
"Ah? The battle is over? Seconded! "
Priest Leng Xian looked at the crowd blankly. He then understood the situation and nodded.
The Heavenly Bull Race's defeat could be said to be extremely tragic. This kind of situation had only happened to the Sword Saint Race in the past. Jian Xuanji and the prodigies of the Sword Saint Race behind him seemed to have thought of this. If they were to encounter the prodigies of the human race, would they also have to fight to the end?
"If we encounter them, we'll just surrender. Although our Sword Saint clan loves to fight, we're not that brainless."
Jian Xuanji transmitted his voice.
The prodigies of the Sword Sage clan heaved a sigh of relief when they heard that. They were afraid that Jian Xuantong would send them to their deaths like Long Haitu.
"Brother Long, you're going to lose."
Ning Qi looked at Longhai Tu with a smile. Long Haitu's expression flickered. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Get fourth place first. The great emperors of the three Sacred Tribes are not easy to deal with. So what if your disciple has an early Dao Querying Realm puppet? Perhaps they had Connate Spiritual Treasures? We just have to stop this.
Puppet, what are your chances of winning? "
"Yeah!"
Long Haitu's words made everyone excited!
Bnehamin and the rest subconsciously looked at the prodigies of the three Sacred Tribes. Indeed, they found some clues on their faces. After seeing the early Dao Querying Realm puppet, these prodigies did not lose their will to fight!
"As long as the human race encounters one of the three Sacred Tribes, we can use the three Sacred Tribes to suppress them. At that time, our race can still fight for fourth place! If both sides are injured, we might even get third place! "
Lei Yunze thought of this and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Bing Wu hurriedly looked at Proud Wind Dragon King.
"Don't worry. You guys won't lose this bet."
Proud Wind Dragon King's voice rang in Bing Wu's ears.
"Many thanks, Dragon King!"
When the originally nervous Ice Hornless heard these words, her mood immediately improved. She looked at Ning Qi with a ferocious grin in her eyes. The following matches would be decided by drawing lots. The human race had already competed once, so there was naturally no need to draw lots this time. When Jiang Buxu returned to Ning Qi's side, he felt as though he was floating. He was extremely excited. He was the first human to participate in the Sacred Tribes Genius Sparring in many years, and he had even won first place!
This was an incomparably glorious matter for everyone present!
"Congratulations, Senior Brother Jiang."
Everyone congratulated him.
The human race was very happy. It was a stark contrast to Long Haitu, who was standing alone.
The first round of the sparring ended very quickly. The blood elf race, frost giant race, and feathered serpent race were very unlucky. They encountered the three Sacred Tribes and were defeated immediately.
Venerable Golden Snake revealed a resentful expression. Losing to the three saint races was better than losing to the humans. Ice Hornless didn't care too much about winning or losing. Only Wen Dao of the blood elf race, as well as the proud sons of heaven participating in this war, Annabella, and the others, were in low spirits.
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