Published: February 25, 2025
“Ha ha ha ha, since everyone is so interested, it wouldn't hurt for this elder of law enforcement to join in, would it?”
Accompanied by an old and hearty laughter, a frail-looking ninety-year-old elder descended from the sky, appearing right in front of Zhao Wansha.
“Disciple greets Master!” Zhao Wansha exclaimed.
This person was none other than the elder of law enforcement of the Holy Gate: Yuwen Fengjun, who governed the Huangfu Sacred Sect, including the discipline of the outer sect, inner sect, immortal sect, and holy gate disciples!
“Hmm, get up!” After allowing Zhao Wansha to rise, Yuwen Fengjun said with deep meaning, “Disciple, Tan Holy Son is the favored one of the sovereign. His strength in challenging higher tiers is renowned. You must remember that the greatest respect for Tan Holy Son is to put forth your full effort, understand?”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wansha realized that Yuwen Fengjun’s words were indeed flawless, but anyone could guess the chill and implications behind them!
“Greetings, elder of law enforcement!” Tens of thousands of shopkeepers and disciples looked at Yuwen Fengjun with deep respect. However, what they thought in their hearts remained unknown.
Yuwen Fengjun nodded slightly to the crowd, then looked towards Xue Ziyan, chuckling, “Little girl, this elder of law enforcement places a bet of ten million Supreme Spirit Stones.”
At this statement, the crowd was shocked. One could easily understand that since Yuwen Fengjun was willing to wager ten million Supreme Spirit Stones, it indicated his profound confidence in his disciple.
Indeed, although Zhao Wansha was not the strongest among the law enforcement disciples, he possessed the strength to challenge someone in the ninth layer of the divine soul realm!
Yuwen Fengjun and the other bettors shared the same view; in his eyes, if his disciple stood there for Tan Yun to hit him, even if it lasted a whole day, his disciple would remain as steady as a rock.
Seeing the bet amount soaring to three million and sixty thousand Supreme Spirit Stones, apart from Tan Yun who remained calm, Shen Suzhen, Mu Mengyi, and others were clearly unsettled!
They knew that Tan Yun could not afford to lose!
Dantai Zhongde furrowed his white brows, looking at Tan Yun's murky eyes filled with deep anticipation.
He was eager to see if the sovereign's designated prospective son-in-law could shine brilliantly in this grand gamble!
While Dantai Zhongde thought this, the tens of thousands of betting disciples and shopkeepers had already rubbed their fists in excitement, imagining the triple Spirit Stones they would gain if Zhao Wansha won!
“To ensure fairness, the duel between the two holy sons will be presided over by this elder of law enforcement,” Yuwen Fengjun said solemnly:
“I remind both holy sons, you have sworn that once you violate the agreed-upon rules of the duel, divine retribution will descend, and no one will be able to save you.”
“Alright, this elder of law enforcement has said all that needs to be said, the duel between the two holy sons now begins!”
“Yes, master!” In a flash, Zhao Wansha appeared at the center of the open space, and with a roar, a lion's roar erupted from within him. Following that, eight gigantic demon lion phantoms, as white as snow, manifested above his head!
Amidst the eight demon lion phantoms, eight beast spirits that bore a striking resemblance to him sat cross-legged!
Three years ago, Zhao Wansha had refined the beast souls of nine fourth stage primordial phase ice flame demon lions into these eight beast spirits, greatly increasing his strength!
At this moment, when the eight beast spirits entered Zhao Wansha’s body, his robe fluttered, and his aura surged madly!
In the blink of an eye, he emanated an aura comparable to that of the ninth layer of the divine soul realm, causing the surrounding three hundred meters of space to be filled with countless dark spatial cracks!
“Zhao Holy Son is indeed too powerful!”