Xu Xiwang has just been reborn as a super rich second-generation heir. The beautiful campus belle rejects his 249th marriage proposal and even threatens to jump into a river in front of him!
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"If Your Highness has nothing else to do, please leave."
Xu Xiwang said indifferently.
Dongfang Xue was taken aback.
"Are you kicking me out?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly, revealing her displeasure.
"No need to see me off."
Xu Xiwang took a small sip of tea, still maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.
Dongfang Xue took a deep breath, suppressing the fire in her chest, and said coldly, "Since you are so arrogant, then today I will meet you, you madman!"
But she was bound by an invisible force, her figure frozen in place!
"Whoosh!!"
Dongfang Xue was instantly pushed far away. She was furious and stomped her foot, shouting, "You just wait!"
"The martial arts contest to choose a husband officially begins!"
"The first match is between a young talent from the Wuhua tribe in the north and Zhao Lingyun, the young city lord of the Qisha City in the south."
As soon as the words were spoken, two figures rushed onto the arena.
Zhao Lingyun was dressed in a black robe and wore a ghost mask, exuding a sinister aura.
In contrast, the young and handsome man from the Wuhua tribe was dressed in white, with a tall and straight figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and an imposing presence.
As everyone knows, the Wuhua tribe is one of the most powerful tribes in the Dongling Kingdom!
"One is at the sixth level of the Saint Realm, and the other is at the seventh level of the Saint Realm."
Xu Xiwang glanced at the arena and frowned slightly.
Since arriving in this ancient realm, I haven't seen any decent powerful figures.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The two had just exchanged blows when their fists lashed out and their blades flashed.
"puff!"
Suddenly, the young man from the Wuhua tribe coughed up blood and retreated violently.
"They admitted it."
Zhao Lingyun nodded calmly, sheathed his sword, and turned back to his original position.
But the young man from the Wuhua tribe took out a bow and arrow from behind him, nocked the arrow, and shot!
call out!
The arrow pierced the air at incredible speed, heading straight for Zhao Lingyun below the arena!
Zhao Lingyun turned around abruptly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes!
"clang!"
The arrow shattered and broke into countless pieces!
"mean."
Zhao Lingyun stared coldly at the people of the Wuhua tribe, his killing intent palpable.
The next second, the expressions of the people from the Wuhua tribe froze.
Because Zhao Lingyun drew his sword again!
"Sizzle!"
The sharp blade pierced the air, and blood splattered everywhere!
The young man from the Wuhua tribe had his head severed, and his body fell onto the arena.
I hereby declare!
The referee shouted a name, and then announced the result of the competition.
Zhao Lingyun wins!
The entire venue was silent for a long time before it erupted into a cacophony of noise.
"This person's strength is comparable to a weaker version of the Celestial Saint."
Xu Xingchen crossed his arms and muttered to himself, "There are still some strong people here!"
"It's not that they aren't strong enough, it's just that you're too strong. How many monsters like you are there in this world?"
Han Yijian shook his head and said calmly, "Being able to become a saint is already a testament to extraordinary talent."
"I sensed the aura of a powerful figure. The aura was very subtle, but I'm certain that he's also watching us from the shadows."
At that moment, Long Hong, who had been silent all along, nodded and said calmly.
"Yes, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that person is somewhere nearby."
Xu Xiwang also said in a deep voice.
Although both men were talking about their opponent, they remained calm and showed no fear whatsoever!
"Is there...? Why can't I sense any presence?"
Tuoba Yan Yan looked completely bewildered, having no idea what they were talking about.
"Miss Yan, I advise you not to look at things randomly. Otherwise, I'm worried you'll go blind."
Xu Xingchen glanced at her and said calmly, "What you need to do now is protect yourself."
Upon hearing this, Tuoba Yan Yan pouted and said, "You stinky man."
The match on the field is still ongoing.
No one was interested in these matches today; what they were waiting for was for the ancient imperial clan to appear.
On the top floor of the tallest tower in Dongling City, several figures were standing.
This included an elderly man with silver hair and beard, wearing a long golden robe.
Beside him stood a beautiful and elegant noblewoman, dressed in a blue dress, stunningly beautiful.
"Those people are not simple. I can't see through one of them at all."
"That young man actually exudes psychic energy..."
The group stared intently at the arena, their eyes sharp.
"These people are at least at the half-step Saint Emperor level, or even stronger!"
The old woman's gaze was icy. "It's truly astonishing that someone like this would participate in my Dongling Kingdom's marriage proposal."
"Let's see how things go first. If they really cause trouble, then we'll get rid of them."
A new round of fierce fighting broke out on the arena!
During the finals, Xu Xiwang finally saw someone from the ancient imperial clan.
He was a dashing man in flowing white robes.
Everyone bowed and scraped when they saw this person arrive, their expressions respectful.
"This person looks seven parts like Di Tian."
Di Wuji smiled and stepped onto the stage!
He stood with his hands behind his back, proudly overlooking the many young talents below!
Saint Emperor First Heaven?
Xu Xiwang looked at Di Wuji with great interest, thinking that this person must be a blood relative of Di Tian.
Di Tian had caused him a great loss, so he naturally wouldn't let Di Tian off easily.
His opponent was Huangfu Xiong from the Huangfu tribe, a young and promising talent whose abilities were difficult to fathom.
"Huangfu Xiong, leave, and I'll spare your life."
Di Wuji said calmly, as if stating something self-evident, "You are not worthy to be my opponent."
At this moment, he exuded imperial majesty, a commanding aura that seemed to rule the world.
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