Since the end of the Ancient Era, due to restrictions of heaven and earth, Xingyun Continent only had ten Great Martial Emperors. Later, after Ye Xingchen fell, nine remained, regarded as supreme existences.
The topmost experts of a plane—if they appeared before the protagonist, they would definitely have their own background music, definitely possess magnificent presence, and even a close-up shot could fill half a chapter.
Jun Changxiao had also fantasized about the scene of meeting the Nine Emperors. He would definitely display his Sect Leader bearing to the extreme, absolutely could not be a head shorter than them.
In reality, after he met the Spirit Emperor Du Yinqing, he discovered the situation was not what he had imagined, because the other party was disheveled, bruised and swollen, completely worse off than even a beggar.
The high-level expert among high-level experts in his fantasy was in such a miserable state in reality—the huge contrast left Goudan quite speechless.
Forget it, forget it.
Better to hurry down below to search for the others.
However, having this one reference point made Jun Changxiao wonder—could the other eight Martial Emperors also be living just as miserably?
“After he sobers up, make sure to take good care of him.” Before entering the formation, Goudan didn’t forget to remind them. After all, as fellow people from Xingyun Continent, he should still take care of what needed to be taken care of.
“Boss, rest assured!”
The Wine Devil said: “From now on, this guy is my brother!”
“Whoosh!”
Jun Changxiao stepped into the formation and then disappeared.
The Wine Devil thought to himself: “The boss looks pretty good. Entering the sixth layer of Hell, he’ll probably have to fight fiercely with that fellow.”
……
“Whoosh!”
Within the dark area, light suddenly flickered, gradually forming the characters “Sixth Layer of Hell.”
Jun Changxiao walked out from the teleportation array, muttering to himself: “Without realizing it, I’ve already reached the sixth layer. Time really flies.”
“Whoosh!”
Just then, a ray of light shot down from above at an angle, illuminating a fixed area and revealing a small-scale stone platform.
The platform seemed to be cast from some special ore. Similar to a lighting effect appearing, a figure with a slender build stood with their back to Jun Changxiao, striking poses.
“……”
Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.
He definitely couldn’t pull off such embarrassing moves himself!
“Snap!”
The sound of fingers snapping rang out.
Although not half of all people died, what was originally just a single ray of light suddenly multiplied into several beams, projecting onto the stone platform from different directions, just like stage lighting effects!
“Is this going to be a concert? Or song and dance?” Jun Changxiao muttered.
The System completely broke down.
First using writing implements as weapons, then using wine as weapons, and now using song as weapons?
Was it because I once said with certainty that such specialized combat methods were rare, so now it’s slapping my own face to death!
I really can’t continue this job of assisting the host!
“Quite interesting.”
Jun Changxiao’s lips curved into a smile.
Each time he entered a brand new layer of Hell, the prisoners’ strength would generally increase. He really wasn’t confident about fighting head-on, but if it changed to other methods, he had at least some confidence.
Moreover.
With this stage lighting appearing, it meant the other party was skilled in singing and dancing.
How coincidental—in dancing he didn’t dare claim to be very impressive, but in singing, when had Jun Changxiao ever lost to anyone!
The System complained: “Because as soon as the host opens his mouth to sing, opponents all die with blood flowing from all seven orifices.”
Real!
Too damned real!
“Swish!”
The silhouette standing on the stone platform striking poses gracefully extended a slender arm.
“Snap snap snap!”
All the lights present in the prison fully turned on, instantly dispelling the darkness. The entire area was immediately rendered in colorful brilliance—truly a visual feast!
Jun Changxiao’s titanium alloy dog eyes were instantly flashed so he couldn’t open them, so he instinctively raised his hand to block them. Only after adapting did he become completely dumbfounded.
Within his field of vision, at some unknown point several thousand prisoners had appeared. They stood below the stone platform divided into several square formations in neat rows, maintaining the same back-facing posture as the figure above.
“Holy crap.”
Jun Changxiao thought to himself: “A bunch of idiots!”
The System took the opportunity to complain: “Leading disciples in morning exercises every day—isn’t the host also quite the idiot!”
“Swish!”
Just then, the silhouette standing on stage turned around extremely gracefully. The character “Main Criminal” was written on their clothing, and smooth black hair naturally fell, half-covering that pale, pointed-chin face.
“Is this a man or a woman?”
For the first time, Jun Changxiao questioned someone’s gender.
Because from the height, they seemed like a man, but from the pale skin and slender arms and legs, they seemed like a woman.
“Swish!”
Just then, the neither-quite-male-nor-quite-female main criminal gracefully opened a folding fan, then lightly waved it. Their head turned to the side, displaying their most brilliant points to the utmost.
“Holy shit!”
Jun Changxiao’s expression immediately darkened.
That the other party looked neither quite male nor quite female—he could understand. After all, this was given by one’s parents; one had no right to choose. But on the opened fan surface were actually written the words—”Number One Handsome Man in the Mortal Dust”!
“Hahaha!”
The System burst out laughing.
It had personally experienced the host’s degree of narcissism.
Today, suddenly meeting someone even more narcissistic, even labeling himself as the Number One Handsome Man in the Mortal Dust—he had finally met his match!
“Swish!”
“Swish!”
The prisoners below the platform turned around.
Characters were displayed on all their chests, which when combined all read “Number One Handsome Man in the Mortal Dust.”
“Little brat.”
The main criminal on the platform lightly waved his folding fan, then turned his face, smiling more beautifully than a woman: “You came down from above—did you come especially to watch my performance?”
“……”
Jun Changxiao clenched his fists, anger flashing in his eyes.
This guy not only looked effeminate, even his voice was effeminate. Goudan immediately couldn’t control his temper—he really wanted to go over, press him to the floor, and vigorously rub his face against it!
Especially!
Those characters on the folding fan were extremely glaring.
Actually, just from appearance alone, Jun Changxiao really couldn’t compare with this main criminal. Even Young Master Yuan would be considerably weaker.
It wasn’t disparaging Goudan as ugly.
On the contrary, he was quite handsome, and even carried a slightly mischievous, slightly bad-boy aura.
Young Master Yuan was even more handsome.
Otherwise, back when they first met in Maple Splendor Valley, Jun Changxiao wouldn’t have left that classic line—”Anyone more handsome than me is definitely a woman cross-dressing as a man.”
Of course.
A man’s handsomeness came in many types: the dashing type, the sunny type, the distinguished type.
Goudan and Young Master Yuan belonged to these types, even combinations of multiple types.
Even the long-dead Starry Sky Navigator who still showed his existence through units of measurement was a bit excessively narcissistic, but at least one could distinguish male from female at a glance.
As for the main criminal on the platform?
One could only say he looked very pretty, very beautiful.
In terms of bearing, he uniquely lacked the masculine energy that men should possess.
Jun Changxiao didn’t say he was a woman cross-dressing as a man, because this guy was practically a man cross-dressing as a woman!
If it weren’t for the obvious Adam’s apple, if it weren’t for being flat as a board, upon first seeing him one would really mistake him for a woman.
Apart from looking pale and pretty, not possessing even a trace of the bearing a man should have, and speaking in an effeminate manner—yet he actually called himself the Number One Handsome Man in the Mortal Dust? How could his face be so thick? Why doesn’t he ascend to heaven!
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Rage instantly surged to his head. Jun Changxiao’s entire body erupted with powerful spiritual energy.
This guy!
Today I must beat him—beat him to death!
“Stomp!”
Jun Changxiao stepped forward. As spiritual energy ripples undulated, his right fist rapidly became armored, its power instantly reaching the extreme. He roared: “Don’t insult the word ‘handsome’!”
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