Chapter 551
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Gu Yue Holy Son slowly recovered as he watched the Emperor fly into the distance.
Everyone was staring at him. The Ancient Moon Saint Child suddenly felt uneasy. Previously, he was against the Emperor everywhere, but now, it seemed so laughable!
"Let's go!" Gu Yue Holy Son said in a low voice.
They could not stay here any longer.
He quickly left the square with the four people and Chang Si's corpse, leaving behind tens of thousands of curious people.
Not long after, on a floating island outside the square.
Gu Yue Holy Son and the four people looked coldly at the square.
"Holy Son, are we letting the Emperor go?" Chang San gritted his teeth.
Chang San did not know that the Emperor and Gu Yue had already fought. Although he could not do anything to the Emperor, he hoped that Gu Yue Holy Son could help. Avenge his brother's death.
"The Emperor?" Gu Yue Holy Son's face twitched.
Gu Yue Holy Son did not even want to provoke the Emperor. He would leave the Emperor to his father.
"We still have important matters to attend to. Although we lost Tian Ce, we still have the Investiture of Gods strategy!" Gu Yue Holy Son shook his head.
"Yes!" Chang San nodded unwillingly.
Everyone stared at the Heaven's Gift Square again.
In the square, the shock brought by the Emperor was slowly digested by the cultivators. The square was also cleaned up.
There were seventy to eighty thousand cultivators, and seventy thousand of them were Confucian cultivators. They were all supporters of Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian. The shock was quickly replaced by anticipation.
Yan Chuan, Sima Yuntian, and Julu Academy's Confucian cultivators!
What kind of competition would there be between the three parties?
"Goddess Zhi Chen, please bear witness. The competition for the Investiture of Gods strategy begins!" Meng Ziqiu shouted again.
The square suddenly fell silent.
It was still the same arena, but this time, it was not a martial battle, but a literary one.
On the arena, Yue Yi led twenty Confucian cultivators onto the stage slowly!
Yan Chuan led Spider King, Yi Feng, and Mr. Munro into the arena! Mo Yu Xi hugged Meow and waited quietly below.
Sima Yuntian led his seventy-two disciples onto the stage.
Yan Chuan, Sima Yuntian, and Yue Yi formed a triangle. The Literary Battle was about to begin, and the Confucian cultivators all held their breaths.
"The competition for the Investiture of the Gods is different from the competition for Tian Ce. Do you want to win first and then pass the Julu Academy's test, or do you want to pass the test first and then compete?" Le Yi asked with a smile.
Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian looked at each other.
"Test him first!"
"Let's fight later!"
Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan said at the same time.
Upon receiving this reply, Le Yi nodded.
"Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. As long as you can beat the twenty-one people on the stage in two of these, you will pass! What do you want to test first? "Yue Yi asked.
"Go!" Sima Yuntian said indifferently.
Yan Chuan and Le Yi nodded without any objections!
As they stretched out their hands, two chessboards slowly appeared on the stage, standing between the three of them.
"Yi Feng!" Yan Chuan said indifferently.
"Yes!" Yi Feng nodded.
Yi Feng waved his long sleeves and stepped forward. The breeze blew his hair, making him look very free and easy.
"Mr. Yi!"
"It's really Mr. Yi!"
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Waves of excitement came from below the stage.
Sima Yuntian looked at one of his disciples, who nodded and stepped forward.
"The Second Senior Brother of the seventy-two Confucians? Zhang Shen! "
"The best chess player among Sima Yuntian's disciples?"
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Yue Yi nodded and smiled. "I've heard that Mr. Yi's chess skills are amazing. I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"
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