Cang Hai Yan

More and more people are coming in.

The disciples of the Holy Academy were the first to arrive at the waiting area, followed by the remaining fifty disciples from various major forces of the human race in Dongzhou who came to participate in the competition.

People who know each other greet each other.

The second group came with one hundred young disciples from other races, all with green eyes. The men wore clothes that exposed their left arms, while the women wore patchwork clothes that revealed their abdomens and slender waists.

Among them, Yun Zheng saw Amuta Kongye, Amuta Zixi and Ximolsa Luling walking at the front of the team.

The last group of young disciples to come in were from the Hidden Clan.

The leader was a tall man with a jade crown and handsome facial features. This man was none other than the number one prodigy of the Hidden Clan - Li Ye.

After all the participating disciples entered the venue, various discussions began to be heard around.

Feng Xinglan sat next to Yun Zheng. He glanced at the alien and Hidden tribes, feeling a little wary. He tilted his head to Yun Zheng and said, "They are stronger than we imagined. There are dozens of them at the Spirit Lord level, while we humans only have a dozen or so. The situation is not good."

Yun Zheng nodded in agreement.

They came well prepared, so of course they are not weak!

Mu Yin sat behind Yun Zheng. He came over and asked, "Are we competing in a ring match this time?"

Yun Zheng shook her head. "I don't know about that, because the ones who came up with the rules for the competition this time were the bigwigs from Zhongling Continent."

Mo Jing frowned, "The ring match will take a long time."

While they were discussing, others were also discussing the same issue or observing the situation in the opposing camp.

At this time, a harsh and mocking voice came from the alien team: "I didn't expect that the human race is so weak. They can take out any cat or dog!"

"That's right, the human race in Dongzhou has really declined!"

"I'm not saying anything, I think they can't even get a hundred spots, so they sent some random people to fill the bottom, hahahaha..."

"Hahaha……"

Most of the young disciples of the alien race burst into laughter, and all of them looked at the human team with contempt and disdain.

The young disciples of the Hidden Clan team also laughed.

The Dongzhou human team stared at the aliens and the hidden tribe angrily. What's more, they were so angry that the veins on their necks became visible.

As the strongest disciple among the human race, Lan Yichen was also entrusted with important tasks by various major forces. He looked up, his light blue hair swaying slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Ignore them!"

"But..." Just endure it like this?!

All the disciples of the human race felt very aggrieved!

But the foreigners' ridicule of them was not without reason, as they were indeed much weaker.

The members of the Fengyun team were very calm. They were used to being suspected and ridiculed.

Seeing this, the young disciples of the alien race and the hidden race felt that the human race was too cowardly, not even daring to retort. It was really...

Vulnerable.

And in the audience on the other side.

At the top of the audience seats of the three major camps, from left to right, are the alien king Amuta Jinwu, the leaders of the major forces in Dongzhou, the patriarchs of the eight major families of the Hidden Clan, and the elders of the clan.

The leaders of the major forces in Dongzhou include Song Ji, five vice presidents, the emperors of the three superpowers, the presidents of the four alliances, the leader of the Blue Sky Mercenary Group, the representative of the World's Number One Building and Lingtian Auction - Bai Ling, and the Lord of the Black Market.

The eight major families of the Hidden Clan are: Li, Mu, Liu, Feng, Long, Jiang, Nalan, and Zongren.

The big guys sitting in the main seat at the top are all at the level of Spiritual Emperor.

Awe-inspiring without being angry!

At this time——

"I heard that there are many geniuses in Dongzhou. Why don't you tell us about them, Dean Song?"

The king of the alien race, Amuta Jinwu, who was not very proficient in speaking the human language, turned his head to look at the person in power in Dongzhou and spoke.

Before Dongzhou could respond, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a square face also smiled and echoed:

"Yes, our Hidden Clan hasn't been around for a long time, but I've heard that Dongzhou is full of geniuses right now. I wonder if the younger generation of our Hidden Clan can withstand a few attacks?"

The hearts of the leaders of the major forces in Dongzhou sank instantly.

The two clans clearly knew about the situation of Dongzhou Tianjiao...

He even asked this question deliberately. Isn't this implying that they are the geniuses of Dongzhou?

Dean Song said with a half-smile, "Since you all want to know, I don't mind answering it for you."

“Our Saint Academy disciple Lan Yichen’s current cultivation level is infinitely close to that of a Spiritual Emperor, yet he’s still suppressing himself from breaking through. Sigh…”

The tone contained regret, helplessness and indescribable pride.

Upon hearing this, the smile on Amuta Jinwu's face faded a little, and the black and enchanting flower on the right side of his cheek seemed to be ferocious and emitting a hint of black air.

The expression of the square-faced Mu clan leader who had just spoken also froze.

Lan Yichen seems to be only twenty-five years old, but he is about to break through to the Spiritual Emperor. His talent and strength show that he has a bright future!

Among the young disciples of the alien race and the hidden race, no one has yet broken through to the level of Spiritual Emperor!

Originally, he openly and covertly belittled the human race's genius, but now, being...

Counterattack the enemy!

The faces of the eight clan leaders and elders of the Hidden Clan darkened slightly.

A smile also appeared on the faces of the leaders of the major forces in Dongzhou.

Bai Ling, dressed in a white brocade robe, spun around with a feather fan in his hand, then sat down with a look of comfort, as if he was looking down on and toying with everyone.

When someone accidentally sees Bai Ling's leisurely look, they can't help but complain in their heart, "He's so cool!"

In fact, all the big bosses in Dongzhou are very afraid of him.

Because they vaguely knew that this Bai Lingzunzuo came from Zhongling Continent!

Bai Ling shook his white feather fan, yawned out of boredom and sleepiness, and thought, why hasn't Rong Shuo come yet?

If he doesn't come, the game can't go on!

Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.

Suddenly, ten terrifying pressures descended, making it difficult for everyone present to breathe, and some people with weaker strength even vomited blood.

He looked up in horror and saw ten people in white clothes with Taoist looks falling from the sky. Among them, three were old men, and their aura was the most terrifying.

The other seven people seemed to be of different ages. The oldest looked like a middle-aged man, and the youngest looked no different from a young disciple of the Holy Academy.

The three old men who were leading the group waved their sleeves with cold faces, and the terrifying power in their bodies was restrained.

The other seven also put away their pressure!

Everyone was shocked. This was the powerful person from Zhongling Continent?!

Just a little bit of pressure can make people's hearts palpitate like this!

It’s not just as simple as the Spiritual Emperor’s cultivation!

With a swish, all the people from the three major clans stood up and wanted to salute the ten people, but the next moment -

Their pupils suddenly shrank.

Suddenly, two figures appeared above the main seat in the center. Both of them were wearing masks. One of them had an aura so majestic and terrifying that he could not be ignored!