Due to some kind of power, the venue’s audience all forgot about the spatial tearing incident.

However.

He Wudi remembered, Ye Xingchen remembered, and Jun Changxiao also remembered.

The first two—one physically traveled through, one was directly targeted—could still barely be explained.

How was Jun Changxiao more special than others? Could it be that because of his thick face, even pressure from the Upper Realm couldn’t penetrate?

Moreover.

He could ignore the restraints and directly activate the Armed Wings in defensive form to charge over!

Even if he activated the Heaven and Earth Talisman with his cultivation surging to an extremely high level, City Lord Han, who was also a Wusheng, was still frozen and didn’t notice any abnormalities, right?

“Perhaps I’m just handsome.”

Jun Changxiao gave himself a flawless explanation.

“…”

The system said: “Aren’t you tired?”

Jun Changxiao replied helplessly: “Of course I’m tired, but the Dragon-Tiger Competition hasn’t ended—I must keep going.”

Forcibly receiving a palm from the Upper Realm made him expend nearly ninety percent of his spiritual energy. At this moment, although he had the Heaven and Earth Talisman’s support, he was only one small step away from complete exhaustion.

This was when the other party hadn’t truly used full force, merely casually striking at Ye Xingchen. Otherwise, with Jun Changxiao’s easily toppled small physique, he would have long since turned to dust.

“Host, you’re really bold.”

The system admired: “In that situation just now, you still dared to charge over.”

Even now thinking about it, its heart was still pounding wildly, although it didn’t actually have one.

“You don’t understand.”

Jun Changxiao said: “This is the love that only humans have.”

He had always regarded the sect as home, regarded himself as the head of the family. When children encounter danger, should the parent just sit by and watch?

“I can’t understand your human love.”

The system said: “But I know if the host keeps playing like this, sooner or later you’ll croak.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Jun Changxiao shrugged: “If I die, you die too. At least I can drag someone down with me—the road to the Yellow Springs won’t be lonely.”

Although joking, his expression became increasingly serious.

The power from the Upper Realm was too strong. With his current strength, he fundamentally couldn’t resist. If similar situations appeared in the future, would he have to watch helplessly as disciples were eliminated?

“No way.”

Jun Changxiao thought darkly: “After the Dragon-Tiger Competition ends, I must train hard!”

The sudden emergence of power from the Upper Realm made him develop a strong sense of crisis. Only by making himself stronger could he be a good parent.

…

Also contemplating was Ye Xingchen.

Why would that woman suddenly appear? Could it be that he had inadvertently revealed Wudi aura just now, and she captured it?

Moreover.

Her first words were “so you’re still alive.”

This “so” represented that the woman should have known early on he hadn’t died, or knew he had been reborn.

Could it be that breaking through the void and ascending to the Upper Realm gave her some kind of powerful divine ability to deduce that his soul hadn’t completely dissipated?

“Swish!”

Just at this moment, a Proud World Sacred Sect disciple took the opportunity to attack, condensing a powerful heavy fist print that bombarded over.

“Smack!”

Ye Xingchen raised his hand to catch and crush it, then rushed before his opponent, one hand pressing on his face and viciously smashing him into the ground, roaring: “Can’t figure it out!”

“Boom!”

“Can’t figure it out!”

“Boom!”

“I can’t figure it out!”

A moment later, this disciple was abused beyond recognition, then thrown down in front of a group of fellow sect members.

Without Ao Wushuang, Proud World Sacred Sect essentially had no hope, so the disciples who came out for single combat next all couldn’t escape being wildly abused by Ye Xingchen.

“There’s no suspense anymore.”

Various sect big shots all shook their heads.

A fifth-rate sect taking the Dragon-Tiger Competition championship—who could have imagined such a thing!

…

“Whoosh—”

In Tianyu Royal City, Yi Tianxing lying on the bed became increasingly flushed as Ye Xingchen repeatedly abused opponents off the stage, his breathing also becoming rapid.

“Quick, quick! Give him medicine!” Elder Zhen urged.

Elder Zhou took out two pill bottles, helplessly shaking them: “All eaten!”

“Why didn’t you prepare more!”

“Even with the guild master’s condition, eating more medicine wouldn’t suppress it!”

“Thud!”

The light screen again transmitted a falling sound—another Proud World Sacred Sect disciple was abused and flung away.

“Gasp—”

Yi Tianxing clutched his chest, his breathing nearly stopping, looking like he was about to be unable to breathe, about to have a heart attack!

“Let’s do it!”

Elder Zhou and Elder Zhen looked at each other, directly gathering spiritual energy in their palms and viciously striking Yi Tianxing’s neck. With no defense whatsoever, he immediately stretched out his legs and hands, fainting.

…

“The eleventh!”

“The twelfth!”

In various cities of Southwest Yang Province, whenever Ye Xingchen struck down an opponent, warriors would shout in unison, every hair standing up in excitement!

“Boom!”

Finally, under Ye Xingchen’s bombardment, the last Proud World Sacred Sect disciple fell below the stage with a bruised and swollen face!

“We won! We won!”

“The sect we sent from Southwest Yang Province is the champion!”

Throughout Southwest Yang Province, deafening shouts immediately rang out.

How many people embraced each other, how many shed tears on the spot, how many shouted in unison the name of that sect that made them proud, made them feel glory.

“Ten Thousand Ancient Sect is mighty, Senior Brother is mighty!”

At Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, over ten thousand disciples, after suppressing themselves for so long, also loudly cheered, the pride and glory on their faces no less than any Southwest Yang Province warrior!

This day.

The entire Southwest Yang Province was destined to fall into revelry.

…

“Proud World Sacred Sect eliminated, the champion—” City Lord Han drew out the sound and shouted loudly: “Ten Thousand Ancient Sect!”

“…”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.

The competition was already over, yet he was still pressing down on him!

Damn.

If it weren’t for spiritual energy being depleted, with my current realm level, I’d reverse-restrain you in minutes, then fly up to advertise!

“My darlings.”

Looking at his group of adorable disciples with a face full of gratification, Jun Changxiao transmitted to the group: “You’ve worked hard.”

Su Xiaomo embraced Li Fei, a smile appearing on her face.

Other disciples looked at the sect master, sensing the respectful gazes cast by everyone present.

This moment.

They were qualified to enjoy the respect of the world!

The projection array cameras also gave these victors close-up shots, but all controlled to facial close-ups, because going any wider would reveal the advertising slogans on their bodies!

…

After the competition ended came the award ceremony. According to past conventions, winning the Dragon-Tiger Competition championship earned ten thousand spirit stones as reward, plus a plaque engraved with the four golden characters “Dragon-Tiger Competition.”

The spirit stones were merely accompaniment—this plaque was the most valuable, because though Xingyun Continent had countless sects, those truly qualified to obtain one only appeared once every few years.

“City Lord Han.”

Jun Changxiao said seriously: “Can I trade this plaque for several tens of thousands of spirit stones?”

“You cannot.”

City Lord Han’s mouth twitched slightly.

Though a plaque’s construction cost wasn’t expensive, not just any sect could hang it up. Yet he actually wanted to trade it for spirit stones!

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

After the award ceremony ended, Jun Changxiao looked reluctantly at the gradually closing projection arrays, then led his disciples away.

However, before leaving, he transmitted: “City Lord Han, if you don’t plan to commercialize the Dragon-Tiger Competition, if someone advertises like Jun here in the future, you might consider giving them a mosaic… oh no, blur treatment!”

“Seems a bit difficult.”

“Trust me, your array masters can definitely do it.”

“Until we meet again.”

Jun Changxiao waved his hand: “We’ll meet again in the future.”

Watching this guy lead his disciples away from the venue, City Lord Han finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

This guy who advertised with pathological obsession had finally left—finally didn’t need to focus entirely on watching him anymore!

…

The Dragon-Tiger Competition concluded successfully.

Just as everyone was still hotly discussing, just as Jun Changxiao was leading disciples back to the sect.

In the depths of North Desert Province, in an area rarely visited year-round, space gradually showed cracks, surges of violent energy spreading out.

“Foolish humans, you think just with a few trash, you can permanently seal this king?”

“Dreaming!”

“Yellow… yellow his mother what was it again dream!”