The sun, as red as fresh blood, slowly rose from the sky.
Pandemon Square.
On the huge arena.
Ten candidates for the God of War, each accompanied by six supporters, stood in a corner of the arena.
They were all rubbing shoulders and looking at each other.
The disciples below the stage waited expectantly for the battle to begin.
Elder Sinful Poison stood in the center of the arena.
"The rules remain the same: there are no rules except for not allowing death!"
"Those who fall off the stage are eliminated; those who ultimately stand on the stage are the true candidates for the Divine Child!"
"I hereby declare the second round of the Divine Child Tournament officially open!"
After saying that, his figure disappeared from the arena.
But,
To everyone's surprise,
The great war is not about to break out!
All I saw was...
The seven "leaders" include Lange, Guli, and Chisha.
As if they had planned it in advance, they ended up coming together.
On Mo Xie's side, there were two "leaders," Sima Tian and Ji Meiling.
The audience was stunned. "What...what's going on?!"
"Let's take care of that guy first, then we can continue the fight!"
Lan Ge looked at everyone and said without any attempt to hide his true feelings.
The crowd replied, "Yes!"
The situation is already very clear!
Seven consuls from the King's Realm faced three, and forty-two supporters faced eighteen.
"You can do that?!"
Everyone in the room turned their gaze toward the elders' seats.
...
The elders' seats.
Sinful Poison was somewhat undecided, so he looked at the Grand Elder and asked, "Grand Elder, what do you think..."
After all, this was the first time in the history of the Divine Child Competition that such a situation had occurred!
After all, to have reached this point...
They are all arrogant and proud people; why would they join forces to beat up one person?
The elder remained silent for a long time, then sighed, "Why must it come to this... As long as it doesn't lead to death, it's acceptable."
Xiao Yikuang put one foot on the stool and took a swig from the gourd in the other hand.
He glanced indifferently at Lan Ge and the others, and gave a mocking smile, "You...divine children? Heh!"
Sin and Poison shook their heads and said, "I understand."
beside,
Deacon Meng Ping sneered inwardly.
He looked at Mo Xie with his sinister triangular eyes, "When you're crippled, let's see how arrogant you'll be in front of me... Just wait, one day you'll die by my hand!"
The two powerful figures from the Monster Mountain Range and the Heavenly Demon Sect exchanged a glance.
They communicate through telepathic communication.
"It seems the Demon God Temple has truly declined; each generation is worse than the last!"
"Disciples at the first-grade King Realm are already top-tier, not to mention that... For top-tier disciples to join forces against one person is simply a huge joke!"
"In this Demonic Path Competition, the Demon God Palace will likely be crushed by the top-tier forces and fall out of the top six!"
...
Seeing that the elders remained silent, it was clear that they had no objection.
The disciples gasped in surprise.
"How...how is it possible to win!"
"It seems Mo Xie is destined to lose this time!"
"Sigh, Senior Brother Mo Xie really boosted the prestige of our temple a while ago, and I admired him a lot!"
"What a pity! The strongest disciple among my temple disciples will soon be denied the position of God's Son!"
Because of the previous incident of "servants maintaining order," Mo Xie still had a pretty good reputation among her disciples.
"..."
The disciples standing on Lan Ge's side sneered.
"Heh, it's just teaching a ninth-grade sect master a lesson. Do you think he's the only one capable of doing that?!"
"The strongest? Hahaha, that's hilarious! If he really were the strongest, he could defeat Senior Brother Lan Ge and the others!"
"I've disliked him for a long time, what a pretentious act..."
"That feels so good! He'll be trampled underfoot by Lange and his gang soon!"
"..."
Mo Xie's disciples immediately retorted.
"You outnumber us and have the upper hand, it's not fair!"
"That's right, that's right! If you're so capable, let's fight one-on-one! Let's see if my senior brother Mo Xie doesn't beat him to death!"
"Hmph, even if Mo Xie lost, it was not an unjust defeat. He is still the strongest in the temple!"
"..."
"Hahaha, that's hilarious! In my world of demonic cultivation, there's no such thing as fairness!"
"If he's so capable, then let Mo Xie defeat Lange and the others!"
"Hahaha, how naive! No matter which of the high-ranking divine sons Lange and the others are, how can they allow a mere Mo Xie to continue jumping around?!"
...
On the arena.
With seven against three, the situation is one-sided.
Lan Ge looked at Mo Xie with a gloomy expression and said, "Mo Xie, it's time to settle our old scores!"
Chi Sha looked at Mo Xie cruelly and said, "Heh, blame yourself for making too many enemies!"
He turned to Ji Meiling and laughed, "Beauty, what future do you have following that good-for-nothing? From now on, follow me!"
Gu Li cracked his knuckles, glaring at Mo Xie with a look of rage. "Today I'm going to crush you under my feet!"
The remaining four had no major grudge against Mo Xie, and sighed, "Mo Xie, blame it on your strength... None of us can beat you in a one-on-one fight, so we have no choice but to eliminate you first!"
Mo Xie's side,
"Don't worry, Senior Brother Moye, even if we are destined to lose, we will not admit defeat!"
Those who accompanied Mo Xie and the other two onto the field were the most loyal elites, they said.
Mo Xie smiled, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Then Mo Xie is deeply grateful for everyone's kindness."
Ji Meiling stood beside Mo Xie, her alluring face showing a hint of seriousness. "Are you confident?"
Mo Xie shrugged and said, "I'll do my best!"
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