"snort!"
On the top of the Five Gods Mountain, Yan Xiong let out a heavy cold snort, carrying with it an intense chill.
Zi Chehun's face was shaking.
As for Situ Xianghe, from the moment Situ Ba died, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, giving off an air of "keep away from strangers".
Now, the performance of Yan Xinghe, Ling Feng, and Zi Chexiao has made these three clan leaders suffer a slap in the face!
But what can we do?
Whether it was Ye Wuque or Zhong Mo, they were extremely wary at this moment and temporarily lost the courage to fight.
but!
“Hehe…hahaha…hahahahahaha!”
On the vast plain, Yan Xinghe's laughter suddenly rang out, growing louder and louder, until it resounded through the sky, like lightning and thunder, making everyone look sideways.
"I never thought that one day, at one moment, I, Yan Xinghe, would actually lose the courage to draw my sword against someone!"
"Interesting, very interesting!" Yan Xinghe muttered to himself, but his voice seemed to become more excited.
Yan Xinghai, who had originally had a face full of fear, suddenly lit up his eyes when he saw this!
As a brother, he was keenly aware of the strange changes in his brother's appearance.
If Yan Xinghe before was a sharp devilish sword, then now it seemed as if there was slowly an extra... scabbard!
The sword has a sheath, not that it has lost its sharpness, but that it has the intention of hiding its sharpness and nourishing it in the sheath. When it is unsheathed next time, it will surely burst out with unparalleled sharpness!
In terms of swordsmanship, this is a huge transformation and progress.
Only a genius in the art of swordsmanship can achieve this, gaining insights when his mind is blessed and the opportunity arises.
"Xinghe, you..."
Yan Xinghai held back from speaking, his tone filled with excitement and agitation.
Yan Xinghe's laughter stopped abruptly, and he regained his composure. The terrifying aura he had originally possessed disappeared completely, as if he had turned into an empty mortal, completely ordinary.
Ling Feng and Zi Che Xiao, who were in the other two directions, had already set their sights on Yan Xinghe.
Zi Chexiao's eyes were narrowed, and his whole body seemed to be jumping like lightning instinctively. It was obvious that he felt threatened.
Ling Feng had a blank expression on his face, but there was a glimmer in his eyes, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Brother, let's go first. The second level won't take long and should be over soon."
"No rush."
Yan Xinghe looked at his brother and said this with a smile, his tone calm and without any aggressive intention.
"Okay! No rush, this is only the second level!" Yan Xinghai was also infected by his brother's calm confidence and smiled.
Immediately, the two brothers flashed away and also left the vast sea plain.
But Yan Xinghai had a smile on his face that showed he had regained confidence.
Because he knew that his brother had undergone a complete transformation in just a short moment!
The final outcome of the Holy Lord selection is still unknown!
After Yan Xinghe and his brother left.
Xuan Yifeng and Ling Feng also left.
Finally, only Zi Che Xiao and Zi Che Yong were left, and their eyes met.
Zi Che Xiao also laughed.
"Have we both turned into clowns?" Zi Che Xiao asked.
Hearing this, Zi Che Hun also laughed.
"It's good to be a clown, and it's good to be a clown occasionally. It reminds me that success is hard-earned and I must always be vigilant."
"That makes sense."
The voice was still floating in the void, but in the end, Zi Che Xiao and Zi Che Yong also disappeared from their original place.
The vast plain returned to its dead silence again, as if nothing had happened.
Broken space area.
In a secluded little valley, Ye Wuque had already casually sat down on a rock.
Tai Shurou also sat down cross-legged, with the two ancestral temple auras constantly pulsating around his body, and the blazing golden light rippled in the void, coloring everything.
The quality of each of the last three ancestral temple auras is extremely high. If each one can be absorbed, it will probably bring huge benefits to the ancestral temple's inheritance.
Ye Wuque's face was calm as he looked at the two ancestral temple auras surrounding Tai Shurou with a deep gaze.
Just now, he was about to fight with Zhongmo, a decisive battle in advance. The reason why he stopped at the critical moment was naturally because of the voice request from Tai Shurou.
"Thank you, Master Ye, for your kindness and giving Rou'er enough face!"
Tai Shurou, who was sitting cross-legged, looked at Ye Wuque with her beautiful eyes. Her gaze was gentle, without any of the grace and courtesy she had shown when dealing with Zhong Mo before.
It seemed that in front of Ye Wuque, she never needed to be tense all the time, and only then would she show the demeanor of a little woman.
In such a tense situation, she pleaded with Ye Wuque not to take action for the time being. She was naturally aware of the significance of this matter.
"I'm naturally looking forward to the final battle. After all, the rich meal should be saved for later savour."
"But starting the second round and deciding the result too early is indeed a bit disappointing."
Ye Wuque spoke lightly.
"No, no matter what, if it weren't for Master Ye, Rou'er wouldn't be where she is now." Tai Shurou said in a firm tone.
"As a goddess, you are able to speak at this time, which also proves your ability and decisiveness. It matches your ambition and aspirations. Not bad."
"You've developed a love for talent because of Zhongmo's attitude, and you want to influence the entire Zhong clan?"
Hearing this, Tai Shurou smiled brightly: "As expected of Master Ye, what Rou'er is thinking cannot be hidden from Master Ye."
"I've naturally long had a heart for cherishing talent in the end."
"It's just that there was no way or angle to do it in the past. This time, I finally saw a clue." A spark of wisdom flashed in Tai Shurou's beautiful eyes.
"If the fight really starts, Zhongmo will be swept into dust by Young Master Ye, which may cause him an unimaginable blow and also waste this opportunity." As Tai Shurou spoke, he seemed to firmly believe that once Ye Wuque started fighting with Zhongmo, Zhongmo would definitely be defeated, without the slightest doubt.
"The reaction after the end is also a kind of attitude in a subtle way." Ye Wuque said lightly.
"Yes!" Tai Shurou's eyes lit up.
"In short, if you want to become a 'Holy Lord', you must learn to stand high and overlook the overall situation, rather than being obsessed with one-sided gains and losses. In this regard, you have done well."
"I look forward to the moment when you truly become the Holy Lord..."
Hearing Ye Wuque's affirmation, Tai Shurou immediately smiled like a flower, her beautiful eyes smiling like crescent moons, as if her heart was full of sweetness.
Immediately, Tai Shu Rou did not delay any longer and began to absorb the two auras of the ancestral temple, allowing the ancestral temple's heritage to be completely strengthened.
About half a day later.
The entire Broken Sky area was filled with the vicissitudes and magnificent voice of the old statue!
"The second level has come to this point, and the time is up."
"The test results..."
"The Situ lineage, the selected candidate is Chen Yibing. The power inherited from the ancestral temple is the weakest, and he is the last one."
"At this point, you're eliminated."
"Next."
"The remaining five groups will immediately return to the summit of Five Gods Mountain to begin the third stage and enter the interior of Five Gods Mountain."
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