On the first day of the first month of the Jia Chen year, as the human world was bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new, replacing old peachwood charms with new ones, the selection of the Demon Lord's personal guards also began on this day.
Lu Zhaozhao arrived at the designated location early and submitted her application.
After that, she waited in the side hall.
People came in one after another, and soon the side hall was crowded with people.
Demons are warlike by nature, and those who came to participate in the selection were even more so; the open space in front of the side hall had almost become a dueling arena.
Lu Zhaozhao watched two matches out of boredom and then found an empty seat. The highest cultivation level of these people was only the early stage of Golden Core, so they were probably just ordinary demons. They didn't even have any suitable weapons, let alone cultivation techniques. Such a contest might seem exciting to an outsider, but Lu Zhaozhao found it rather uninteresting.
So she found a spot that wasn't too far away and sat down, watching the noisy crowd in the distance. From her perspective, she could clearly see the moves and the outcome of the sparring match, but because she was far from the crowd, she wouldn't be disturbed too much.
"Bang—" One person was knocked away from the arena, crashing heavily into the wall and collapsing unconscious, covered in wall dust.
"Good!" Shouts rang out from all around. At the center of the crowd was a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator who had won three rounds in a row and was now riding high.
He pointed a finger around the crowd, his burly frame emitting a deep, booming voice: "Who dares to fight me! Hahahaha..."
"I."
A familiar voice came from outside the door, and Lu Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows in surprise.
The others around were also drawn by the sound and looked towards the door. The defender on the stage was somewhat displeased and glared at the person who had just stepped one foot inside.
The newcomer wore a black robe with tiger stripes, and his face bore faint red demonic markings.
Changyu Lanshan? Lu Zhaozhao chuckled inwardly. This man looked humble, but he was the one who most wanted to attract attention. Otherwise, he wouldn't have arrived so early, yet waited outside the door until he had finished making his show before finally appearing.
Lu Zhaozhao shook her head, finding it somewhat boring, but the others didn't think so.
Someone had a three-game winning streak and was incredibly strong. I thought no one would challenge him anymore, but then a fearless guy showed up. He looked skinny and frail, and I doubt he'd even last a round.
Not only did the people around think this way, but the defender in the center of the open space also thought so, and even made some outrageous remarks.
"Kid, I'll give you a chance to think it over again. After all, my axe doesn't have eyes, so don't let your skinny arms and legs get hurt, hahahahahahaha."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding area.
Changyu Lanshan was not annoyed. He lightly touched his toes and instantly teleported from the doorway to the side of the guarding man.
The others were caught off guard, but the burly man was startled, thinking to himself: This person's speed is truly terrifying. He couldn't help but feel a slight urge to retreat.
But the enthusiasm of those around them had already been ignited, and they were all shouting, "Let's have a match! Let's have a match!"
Left with no other choice, he had to bite the bullet and go for it. Looking at the thin figure in front of him, he secretly mocked: "He's probably just putting on a show. He'll probably fall over at the slightest touch."
Thinking this to himself, he seemed to have more confidence in his hands, and shouted, "Kid, prepare to die!" before swinging his axe and charging forward.
The axe was enormous, with dark red bloodstains still on it, indicating that it had been there for many years.
The axe was raised high and reached Changyu Lanshan in an instant, but he did not react for a long time.
"Could this person be paralyzed with fear? Why isn't he moving at all?"
"I guess so."
"How dare you spout such nonsense? You're courting death."
"You know what, he probably wanted to show off, but he didn't expect to run into a brick wall."
...
Lu Zhaozhao overheard the whispers around her; it seemed that no one had high hopes for Changyu Lanshan.
She chuckled, finally showing some interest, and turned her gaze to the two people in the room with great interest.
It was truly a pity that she didn't see any of the Lu Wu clan's techniques outside the city. But now she was really looking forward to it. Changyu Lanshan, if you want to fight a brilliant battle, what exactly will you bring out?
In the arena, the axe was already hanging high above his head, waiting to fall, but Changyu Lanshan remained motionless.
There were already sighs of disappointment from the sidelines, as everyone was hoping for a victory in the fourth game.
Even the big man thought so. He thought to himself: This guy is really putting on a brave face. Luckily, I wasn't fooled. He's about to win his fourth game. I guess the people in the Ming Palace will notice me soon.
He thought excitedly, his eyes bloodshot, as he swung the axe with all his might.
But just as the axe fell, only an inch away from the top of Changyu Lanshan's head, it miraculously stopped.
"What's wrong? You've taken a fancy to this pretty boy, haven't you? Why aren't you hitting him anymore!"
Let's finish this quickly.
"That's right, that's right."
...
Everyone was puzzled by his pause and urged him on.
But the burly man wielding the axe was now sweating profusely.
It wasn't that he didn't want to use it, but the axe just wouldn't come down! It was completely out of his control.
But Changyu Lanshan, standing before him, gave a cold laugh.
He looked up and saw that the giant axe had split in the middle, breaking into several pieces that scattered in all directions, leaving only a handle in the big man's hand, which looked particularly comical.
Nine tails were revealed, obscuring the sky above the courtyard. In the blink of an eye, the burly man who had been full of energy just moments before was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall. Like the men he had defeated before, he landed on the ground covered in wall dust, unconscious.
Everyone was stunned, and the scene fell silent for a moment. After a while, someone recognized the nine-tailed fox behind him and the five claws on his hands, and shouted in terror, "Lu... Lu Wu, he's Lu Wu's man!"
"What!"
The news caused a huge stir, and Lu Wu's reputation spread throughout the entire Demon Realm. These ordinary demons rarely even knew him, let alone saw him. And now, a pure-blooded Lu Wu was standing right in front of them.
"He doesn't look very old, how come his strength is so terrifying?"
"Are the eight great clans really that powerful?"
"I've heard that the person Lu Wu has brought this time is Changyu Lanshan!"
"What! It's Changyu Lanshan, who broke through to the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age and is said to be even more talented than Commander Changyu!"
There was much discussion around, with everyone filled with curiosity and awe towards this powerful Lu Wuren.
This atmosphere pleased Changyu Lanshan greatly. He looked around and felt that the gloom he had felt when he saw Changyu Languan a few days ago had completely disappeared.
His gaze suddenly stopped at a certain spot.
In the open space under the eaves sat a familiar figure. She wore a veil, obscuring her face, but her blue dress was quite distinctive.
That woman from the Nuwa clan? What's she doing here?
Changyu Lanshan was somewhat puzzled, but this was quickly replaced by another emotion.
He brought his five fingers together and extended one finger, pointing in Lu Zhaozhao's direction.
Following his gaze, everyone saw a slender woman with a veil covering her face, and they were puzzled, but Changyu Lanshan's meaning was very clear.
Though they remained silent, the message of war was clear.
Lu Zhaozhao rolled her eyes, which were hidden under the veil, thinking to herself, "I'm wearing a veil, how can this guy still recognize me?"
With so many people around and eyes watching, she didn't want to reveal her strength, but being pointed at like this, if she didn't agree, things might not end well.
She sighed, straightened up, dusted herself off, and said with a hint of helplessness, "How do you want to compete?"
"Of course, victory or defeat will be determined by strength. You're not afraid, are you?" Changyu Lanshan said confidently.
Hearing this, Lu Zhaozhao was even more convinced that he was an idiot. She rolled her eyes slightly and said, "The selection hasn't even started yet, and you're already trying to waste time?"
But Changyu Lanshan was only thinking about war at this moment. He provocatively said to Lu Zhaozhao, "What, are you scared? How about this, you kowtow to me now and shout that your Nuwa clan will never be as good as our Luwu clan, and I will let you go."
He spoke casually, but those around him were shocked.
The Nüba tribe, we haven't seen them in so many years! Even such figures have appeared this year. This year is really going to be interesting.
Lu Zhaozhao was speechless. This guy really wouldn't listen to anything she said. Since that's the case, let's have a fight!
Just as tensions were about to escalate to the point of no return, a loud voice broke through.
"I want to play too, how about I join?"
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