When Che Yongyan saw that Su Mu refused to speak up for him, his heart sank, and he didn't even want to say a word.
Looking up at Xiao Feng beside Su Xueqing, his face was extremely ugly: "Go ahead and make him your son-in-law, and see if the Asura Palace will let you off the hook."
He uttered harsh words, then left with his men without looking back.
Beside him, Ming Cult disciples drew their weapons.
Judging from their appearance, it seemed they wanted to stop the person.
However, Su Mu had no intention of dealing with Che Yongyan. He glared at them with a fierce expression and said, "Who told you to draw your swords? Come back here."
If they were to actually attack him, they might just become the laughingstock of the demonic sect leaders around him.
Such a thing cannot happen to the dignified Ming Cult; he was very clear about his identity and position.
Seeing that they had no intention of stopping him, Che Yongyan snorted coldly and walked outside.
Many disciples below the stage only then realized what was happening.
Xiao Feng's actions have offended the Asura Hall. If they send powerful experts, none of the Ming Cult's renowned experts can handle him.
Seeing that Xiao Feng was unaware of any powerful figures in the Asura Palace, Su Xueqing quietly walked to his side, her face showing extreme helplessness.
"That's a matter for later. You should think about how to deal with the martial arts contest for marriage right now."
She already had a complete plan in mind. As long as Xiao Feng could openly become her husband, she believed that Su Mu would take action for the sake of the Ming Cult.
Otherwise, if the Asura Hall were to kill Xiao Feng, it would be like provoking the Ming Cult, and they certainly wouldn't want to see that.
"Quickly, get on stage."
Seeing that Su Xueqing had asked him to go back onto the stage, Xiao Feng looked at the shattered fragments in his hand and said, "I have no more space jade slips to use."
Che Yongyan's actions just now have drastically broken the rules.
To prevent powerful figures from sects from entering the arena without permission, Xiao Feng stepped out from beside Su Xueqing and said, "If we beat up a junior, the sect leader will personally come to embarrass us... This is troublesome."
Although he said this to those below him, the only person he was actually trying to remind himself of was himself.
Su Mu frowned and stood up: "I hope you will all abide by the rules set by our Ming Cult and not try any tricks in front of us."
The believers below the stage nodded in agreement.
Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. If everyone could sneak up from below the stage to attack, Xiao Feng certainly wouldn't have the ability to get up there.
Su Xueqing watched as Su Mu personally stepped forward to explain the rules, and then pushed him back onto the dueling platform.
Before leaving, her voice was barely audible: "You must secure a spot in the martial arts contest to choose a husband, otherwise, if the people from the Asura Palace come looking for trouble, we won't have a chance at all."
Seeing Su Xueqing's face, Xiao Feng took a deep breath and said, "As you wish."
Che Zhengqing was already dead at his hands, and the strength of the remaining people could be discerned at a glance.
Seeing that he was about to step onto the arena again, Su Mu returned to his seat: "Everyone, the martial arts contest to find a husband will continue. Anyone who wants to challenge can jump onto the arena."
Beside him, the leaders of the various demonic sects looked at Xiao Feng with profound expressions.
Based on that earth-shattering, awe-inspiring strike, many sect leaders of demonic sects have already developed a strong interest in him.
Some people even started to secretly plan that if Xiao Feng didn't want to stay in the Ming Cult in the future, they could take him in on his behalf.
Such a talented person must not be allowed to wander outside.
The audience was completely silent; not a single person went up on stage.
Seeing that they were frightened by Che Zhengqing's actions, Su Xueqing stood up from her seat with a mocking expression: "Judging from your reactions, are you too scared to come up?"
The audience members, having their thoughts exposed, looked extremely displeased, but were powerless to refute it.
Indeed, all they could think of was the scene of Che Zhengqing being split in two—it was simply outrageous.
Xiao Feng stood to one side, holding the water-based spiritual treasure in his hand, showing no intention of retreating.
Seeing that no one was going on stage, Su Xueqing came to Su Mu and said, "These talented young people you found don't seem to be as good as we expected."
Even if she herself is not strong enough, the people she values must not lack the strength to fight.
Clearly, none of the people present had that kind of courage.
Seeing the people below the stage looking like turtles with their brows furrowed, Su Mu looked at them and said, "You keep saying you want to marry my daughter, is this all you have?"
His words were unusually harsh, causing many people to silently lower their heads.
Xiao Feng, unwilling to stand here like a zoo, came to the edge and scanned them: "If anyone wants to teach me a lesson, please come up here as soon as possible."
When the Ming Cult disciples saw the disciples from other sects, they all jeered, "Go up and kill him!"
"You can't be so weak as to not even have this much strength? Kill him!"
Xiao Feng looked at the faces of the Ming Cult disciples and chuckled, "Your provocation tactics might not work on them at all; they don't have the strength."
As he finished speaking, the Ming Cult disciples' expressions changed slightly as they looked at the people below the stage: "You don't even have this much power, do you?"
Mocking remarks came from their mouths, but these people had no strength to respond. Their faces were full of bitterness: "Life and death are up to fate. Going on stage is a life-or-death struggle."
Those who become the young sect leaders of these sects are all exceptionally talented.
If one were to die here by accident, one's sect would likely become a drop in the ocean of history.
"Sect Leader Su, is there any way we can change the method of our final battle?"
A person stepped out from below the stage, his face full of hope.
Judging from his appearance, he clearly wanted to use his strengths to deal with Xiao Feng's weaknesses.
Su Mu had absolutely no liking for Xiao Feng, and looked in that direction: "Who are you? What kind of competition do you want to have?"
The man took a few steps forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Xing Yan, the young master of the Beast Taming Sect, I am indeed lacking in spiritual power. May we spar by hand-to-hand combat?"
"fight?"
Su Mu frowned upon hearing what the man said.
Those from the lower realms who can ascend to the upper realms must have bodies that are not as strong as others.
If I agree, I'll inevitably be ridiculed by others.
Stealing a glance at Su Xueqing beside him, he indeed saw that her face was full of gloom.
How could he not know Xing Yan's plan? Using his strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, he believed he was in a position of certain victory.
"Isn't what you said going too far?"
Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Su Xueqing's tone became extremely cold and sharp, as if she were removing him from her list of potential husbands.
She didn't believe this person had any real talent; they had won through opportunism.
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Su Mu stroked his mustache and looked at Xiao Feng: "Young friend Xiao Feng, what will you choose?"
This situation, falling on Xiao Feng, actually made things rather difficult for him.
If he doesn't agree, he will naturally be labeled as someone who is no match for the young master of the Beast Taming Sect.
If he agrees, he will be attacking the other party's strengths with his own weaknesses, and his chances of winning are worrying.
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