Bie Yanghong looked at the scene outside the room, his eyes slightly focused.
That short and small figure exuding a cold and sinister Qi seemed to cultivate the most vicious technique in the world, so why was the Qi somewhat familiar?
But there was no need to think about such things at a time like this.
"We are people destined to die. That child is still young, and what he has to do today is very important. He cannot be disturbed."
Bie Yanghong was answering Chusu's confusion.
Wuqiong Bi cared nothing for these things. She looked at Chusu with loathing and yelled, "Just what sort of monster are you?"
Chusu smiled, but said nothing.
His smile was very ugly, exuding a thick chill.
Wuqiong Bi's expression became even more loathsome.
Bie Yanghong said, "I see the Qi of a senior on your body. Could it be that he really cultivated such an evil technique?"
Chusu fell silent at these words, as if thinking about something.
After a while, he shook his head, no longer thinking about these things.
"I know that all of you are very powerful. Even if I'm heavily injured, on the verge of death with a severed arm, your final counterattack is not something I can endure. So I will not approach you. I will use the safest method, the most serious method, to slowly and cautiously kill you. "
Chusu continued, "And then I will eat you and see if I can increase my strength a little."
Wuqiong Bi was enraged by these words and yelled, "You madman, what nonsense are you saying!"
"I'm serious," Chusu said. "The technique I cultivate mentioned this possibility, but no one has ever tried it."
Bie Yanghong recalled a certain rumor and his expression chilled. "You truly do cultivate the Yellow Springs Flow."
Chusu did not react too much to having his technique exposed. He continued to stand outside the room.
The poisonous mist gradually began to spread.
The crystals on the floor gradually lost their final luster. The wooden tower was no longer able to endure the attack and began to crack and collapse.
Grinding sounds came from somewhere as hundreds of rats surged out of the ground and into the courtyard, quickly drowning out the white cobblestones.
Some of these rats were covered in grease, some had withered fur, and their small eyes were suffused with blood. It was a particularly bizarre sight.
Whether it was the image or the sound, it was so creepy.
Chusu stared at Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi by the wall, his eyes also turning red, his smile bizarre and terrifying.
He raised his right hand and pointed forward.
Countless rats let out sharp screeches and rushed past him, rushing into the house.
Wuqiong Bi's face paled as she hid behind Bie Yanghong and screamed.
"Hurry up and kill these damn things!"
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…
A cry of alarm rang out in front of the Imperial City.
Then, it turned into many exclamations.
The cries of surprise joined together and gradually turned into a tsunami.
Even after it had calmed down a little, the square was still buzzing.
That was the sound of the people discussing.
Just a moment ago, a shocking piece of news had arrived.
Xiaode and the He clan expert Xia Luo officially announced their withdrawal from the Heavenly Selection ceremony!
The Grand Ceremony had already reached its final stage, and they were only one step away from the final victory, supreme glory, and a beautiful future. Yet, there were actually participants withdrawing at this time?
This was especially the case for Xiaode, a true expert at the top of the Proclamation of Liberation, favored by all the demi-human populace. Not even Xuanyuan Po's awe-inspiring display or that mysterious young man's actions had been able to shake his position in the hearts of the populace. Yet even he had withdrawn?
Why was that?
No matter how the crowd speculated, the withdrawal of Xiaode and the He clan expert was already a foregone conclusion.
No one knew that, from start to finish, the entire Heavenly Selection ceremony had been under Madam Mu's complete control.
Her only surprise, or perhaps regret, was that Xuanyuan Po had not died.
In her view, Chusu's strength far surpassed Xuanyuan Po's, and coupled with the strange and sinister nature of the Yellow Springs Flow technique, Xuanyuan Po should have had no chance of survival.
Just what had happened last night? Why had there been no sign of activity from the lower city? Did that little monster not dare to strike?
Madam Mu stood by the railing, her hands held behind her as she quietly surveyed White Emperor City.
She drew back her gaze from the street by the Red River and looked at the plaza in front of the Imperial City.
From this height, the crowd on the plaza was like a dense swarm of ants.
Was this probably what it felt like to look down from above?
Her face was still expressionless, but her slightly raised lips seemed to conceal a great deal of ridicule and exhaustion.
The dense swarm of ants suddenly began to move. As if they had been parted by some invisible force, they gradually split into two sides.
This was a faction?
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… …
The demi-human crowd that had come to watch the battle had very naturally divided into two camps.
The crowd behind Xuanyuan Po clearly outnumbered his opponent, so dense that it seemed like a true sea. Even the area around Heavensguard Pavilion was packed with people.
His opponent was naturally the young man in the bamboo hat.
The young man in the bamboo hat stood across from him, and behind him stood a few busybodies and a few officials with complicated expressions on their faces.
Compared to Xuanyuan Po's momentum, he should have seemed rather lonely, even pitiful, but for some reason, he did not.
Perhaps it was because he appeared too calm, too normal.
He quietly stood on the white stone floor, his hands hanging by his side.
He said nothing, nor did he pretend to casually cross his arms, hold his hands behind his back, or gaze at the distant mountains.
But everyone who saw him felt that anything in the world was normal to this young man in the bamboo hat.
Whether it was life or death, the Heavenly Selection ceremony, or the upcoming battle.
Xuanyuan Po also sensed this change.
The young man in the bamboo hat gave him a completely different feeling from two days ago.
Two days ago, this young man was like a flower in the fog, impossible to see clearly and easily overlooked.
But today, the fog was about to disperse.
There were no flowers in the fog, only a true lonely mountain.
It was impossible to climb, almost impossible to approach.
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Countless gazes fell on those two figures in front of the Imperial City.
The vast majority of the crowd naturally supported Xuanyuan Po. Putting aside his background, he had relied on his iron fist to unleash a thunderous might, attracting countless fanatical worshippers.
As for the young man in the bamboo hat, although he seemed mysterious and had unfathomable techniques, how could the people who did not know the inside story have a favorable opinion of him?
Xuanyuan Po's thoughts were different from the crowd.
In just a single exchange.
He knew that he was no match for this person.
When a lonely mountain appeared in the world, what sort of scenery was not ordinary?
The young man in the bamboo hat had a much higher level of cultivation than him.
Let alone him, even if Xiao De had not withdrawn and even if Chen Changsheng had come, victory was not guaranteed.
And then he recalled Bie Yanghong's words from last night. If his opponent really did come from that snowy city in the north, what should he do?
"No matter what you want to do today, I will stop you."
He paused, then continued, "Even if I die."
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