May fifth.
A special day.
Why call it special? Because the eleventh Universal Holy War grand finals were being held today, and geniuses from various systems and planes would compete for the championship.
The Eternal Sect disciples had participated in quite a few competitions of this type, but following their sect master to the magnificent competition venue and witnessing the various geniuses entering one after another, the blood in their bodies instantly began to boil.
“Second Senior Brother.”
Su Xiaomo grinned and said, “I seem to have found the feeling I had when I first competed back then.”
“Me too,” Li Qingyang smiled.
From growing up in the lower realms to now, they had experienced countless competitions large and small. They should have been completely uninterested by now, but at this moment, facing opponents stronger than ever before, they seemed to have rediscovered that inexperienced youthful era.
“Tch.”
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly. “How pretentious.”
Though he said this, his blood was boiling no less intensely than anyone else’s.
Night Emperor was battle-hungry—everyone knew this.
“Night Junior Brother.” Su Xiaomo walked over and said in a low voice, “The Canghai Realm preliminary champion Xie Lingyao—isn’t she the woman you abandoned?”
“What do you mean abandoned!”
Ye Xingchen roared, “I have no relationship with her!”
“Oh, oh.”
Su Xiaomo departed awkwardly, thinking to himself, “I was just asking casually. Why is Junior Brother reacting so strongly?”
Something’s fishy!
I need to keep an eye on him!
With the competition about to start any moment, instead of focusing on opponents, he began gossiping—truly worthy of Su Dog Sheng.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao was leading his disciples in preparation to enter the venue when sinister demonic energy suddenly surged from behind.
No need to guess.
Definitely the Heavenly Demon Emperor.
Sure enough, that big villain whose appearance couldn’t be seen clearly led eighty-one adopted sons walking over.
Jun Changxiao bringing dozens of qualified disciples was already quite impressive, but compared to this, he was instantly reduced to nothing.
“Tch.”
Dog Sheng remained unfazed.
Because limited by the star system quota restrictions, he couldn’t get more disciples to advance.
If there was another chance to participate next time, he’d send them all to various star systems to compete in the preliminaries. Then the grand finals competitors would all be members of the Eternal Sect. Let’s see if you’d be scared then!
“Sect Master Jun.”
The Heavenly Demon Emperor’s voice was cold as he said, “Though this is a competitive event, life and death must also be left to fate.”
Upon these words, killing intent flashed in the adopted sons’ gazes.
Clearly.
If they encountered Eternal Sect disciples in the grand finals, it definitely wouldn’t be as simple as just determining victory or defeat.
“Exactly right.”
Jun Changxiao agreed. “Participating in the competition is like stepping onto the arena—life and death are left to fate.”
Li Qingyang and the others weren’t about to back down, shaking their heads and bodies, thoroughly embodying a rhythm of fighting to the death whenever they met.
“Amazing!”
“Daring to confront the Heavenly Demon Emperor head-on!”
“That takes guts!”
Passersby didn’t dare express it openly and could only silently give a thumbs up in their hearts.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor said nothing and followed official personnel toward another venue entrance. However, just before entering, he transmitted mentally, “Boy, you destroyed my avatar and killed my subordinate. Do you think you can still leave Tianluo Realm alive?”
If his earlier words were relatively veiled.
Then this statement was extremely explicit.
“Tch.”
Jun Changxiao snorted proudly, thinking helplessly, “As expected, this guy didn’t come simply to compete.”
“By participating in the Universal Holy War, the host is essentially walking into a trap,” the system said.
“Annoying.”
Jun Changxiao led his disciples into the venue.
Along the way, he kept considering how to escape Tianluo Realm after the competition ended and after claiming the championship.
Jian Guixu didn’t follow. He stopped at the audience entrance and loudly called out to those young people full of dreams, “Surge forward, young ones!”
Hearing this, Jun Changxiao stopped in his tracks.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and the other disciples walking behind also halted.
They kept their backs to Jian Guixu, smiles appearing on their faces as they slowly raised their right hands, using this wordless gesture to assure this senior that the Universal Holy War grand finals championship—the Eternal Sect was claiming it!