"Whoever knows where Ling Yun is and invites him here, I will reward him handsomely!"
"Ling Yun, where are you? Come quickly and save the dignity of the cultivation world in Zhao Kingdom!"
"According to the news we received, Ling Yun is almost at Houling City. Let's intercept him on the way!"
"..."
At this moment, the entire restaurant was in an uproar. The manager even said that whoever could find Lingyun would be treated to a whole roasted lamb for a year.
"Bro, everyone's been looking for you, hehe~"
Abao looked at Lingyun with a grin.
However, although his voice was very soft, it was still caught by the people in the restaurant.
Everyone turned to look at Ling Yun's table, their eyes fixed on Ling Yun's face.
"Are you Ling Yun?"
Everyone spoke in unison.
Soon everyone shook their heads.
"No, it's said that Ling Yun has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage! He's only at the Martial Soul Realm 3!"
"Wrong! As far as I know, Ling Yun is already at the Golden Core Realm!"
"Nonsense! Ling Yun is clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator! Otherwise, how could he have annihilated 100,000 martial artists!"
"..."
Ling Yun shook his head helplessly. If he continued talking, he would soon become a Tribulation Transcending Stage expert.
Let's go!
The group left the restaurant.
Yan Ruyu spoke:
"How about we go take a look at that Sima Xuankong?"
Everyone actually wanted to see Sima Xuankong, the legendary genius who had overwhelmed the younger generation of the Zhao Kingdom.
Let's see what extraordinary abilities he possesses.
Ling Yun nodded and said with a smile:
"Then let's go take a look!"
Immediately, the group headed towards the huge arena in the central square of Houling City.
Ninety percent of the residents of Houling City were watching.
On the way, Abao looked at Lingyun with anticipation in his eyes and said:
"Brother, why don't you go and defeat Sima Xuankong, and win back some face for the cultivation world of Zhao!"
The others also looked at Ling Yun, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Ling Yun shook his head. He was an Immortal Emperor. To fight a young genius in a tournament would be bullying and an unfair victory.
Even if Ling Yun defeats his opponent using the third realm of Martial Soul, it is still bullying. After all, which one who can become an Immortal Emperor is not an unparalleled genius?
"I'm not going to join in the fun. Let's find an inn to rest for the night after we're done watching, and then head out of town tomorrow!"
"All right!"
Everyone looked disappointed. Ling Yun didn't feel a strong sense of belonging to the Zhao Kingdom, but they were different. They were all native Zhao people with a deep sense of national pride.
Upon arriving near the arena, a tall, imposing man in a green robe, exuding extreme confidence, stood proudly on the platform.
There were already hundreds of corpses on the stage beneath his feet; every challenger who stepped onto the stage had been beaten to death without exception.
This person was none other than Sima Xuankong, who had subdued the younger generation of the Zhao state.
Not far away, an elderly man dressed in a purple robe sat with his eyes closed, resting.
It was Sima Xuankong's protector, a Nascent Soul Realm expert at the Great Perfection stage, just one step away from becoming a Divine Transformation Realm expert.
Ling Yun glanced at Sima Xuankong and understood why he was so strong. Although he was only at the Sealed Mortal Realm, he had devoured demonic seeds and cultivated demonic techniques.
His combat strength has surpassed the Sealed Human Realm and reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.
The Demon Seed contains terrifying demonic power that can enhance a martial artist's strength tenfold or a hundredfold. It is perfectly normal that the younger generation of Zhao cannot defeat Sima Xuankong.
Even Shangguan Hong, who was at the Sealed Human Realm, was no match for Sima Xuankong.
At this moment, Sima Xuankong, holding a folding fan, arrogantly surveyed everyone present and said disdainfully:
"Heh... This is the cultivation world of Zhao Kingdom? This is the younger generation of Zhao Kingdom? They're trash, not a single one of them is even worth a fight!"
After saying this, he closed his folding fan, pointed at everyone present, and shouted:
"I allow one hundred of you to come up on stage and challenge me at the same time."
"Fine, you bunch of trash, I'll allow five hundred of you to attack at once!"
Sima Xuankong's words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the self-esteem of all the Zhao people present.
"In the mighty Zhao cultivation world, is there really no one who can defeat Sima Xuankong?!"
"Alas~ If the cultivation world of Great Zhao cannot defeat this person today, it will forever become a disgrace to the Golden Cloud Continent!"
"Whoever can defeat Sima Xuankong, I am willing to offer up all my family's wealth!"
"..."
"I challenge you!"
"Even if the younger generation of the Great Zhao is weak, they must not be insulted!"
"We, the men of Zhao, would rather die than back down!"
"..."
Two hundred young martial artists and cultivators from the Zhao Kingdom jumped onto the arena.
However, the spectators below the stage still looked indignant. Even if two hundred people defeated Sima Xuankong, so what? It was still a case of the many bullying the few.
Facing the two hundred young geniuses surrounding him, Sima Xuankong opened his folding fan and said arrogantly:
"All of you, come at me together! Remember to go all out, because you only have one chance to attack!"
"I'll grant your wish!"
Two hundred Zhao Kingdom geniuses attacked simultaneously, immediately summoning beast souls, and the entire arena was covered by huge beast souls.
"Go to hell!"
They acted simultaneously.
The next moment!
Sima Xuankong's expression turned cold, and he flicked his folding fan.
With a whoosh!
The folding fan drew a circle of light around Sima Xuankong.
In an instant, the two hundred beast souls exploded, and all the geniuses were sent flying backward.
They had no choice but to prepare to jump off the ring.
"Did I tell you to leave?!"
The words had barely left his mouth!
The folding fan flew out swiftly, and two hundred heads instantly flew up.
anger!
I am absolutely furious!
"They've all lost, why kill them!"
Do you have any conscience at all?!
"With such a murderous intent, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
"..."
The onlookers were all furious, their eyes bulging with rage.
If looks could kill, Sima Xuankong would have died millions of times over.
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