On your wedding night, stay with your godbrother; the Empress is practically throwing herself at you

That evening.

The message spread like wildfire throughout the entire southern city.

Wang Jiuxiao, a young genius from Taihe Province.

Tomorrow, we will challenge all the younger generation in the south of the city.

Besides, they've already made their statement.

All the young martial artists in Nancheng are trash!!!

This time.

The entire southern part of the city was in an uproar.

There was a barrage of criticism everywhere – in the public sphere, online, and in forums.

#Damn it, this is too arrogant. Do they think we're all alone in the South City?

#Martial artists of Nancheng, let's go and kill him, let him know why the flowers are so red!

#Exactly, some outsider dares to act wildly on our turf?

#But I heard he's really strong. He's crippled many geniuses in our Jiangnan province.

#Don't be afraid, we still have Goddess Nalan, she's from the Nalan family, she'll definitely teach him a lesson!

Although everyone was verbally abusing them, they were actually a little scared inside.

After all, their track record speaks for itself.

Since entering the territory of Jiangnan Province, they have been pushing forward relentlessly.

They have never lost a game.

That night.

The southern city is destined to be sleepless.

……

Lu Chuan, who was still in the forbidden area of ​​the desolate mountains, was naturally fully aware of all of this.

at this time.

Within the forbidden area of ​​the desolate mountains.

Black mist churned.

Lu Chuan remained seated cross-legged at a distance beneath the broken halberd.

Like a stubborn rock, he allowed the terrifying killing intent to wash over him.

Skin surface.

It faintly glowed with a layer of golden light.

Under the tempering of this period, the indestructible body's supernatural powers have also made subtle breakthroughs.

From beginner to intermediate level.

Deep in my mind.

That insight about "halberd intent" is becoming clearer and clearer.

If before it was a blurry shadow.

Now.

The shadow had begun to solidify slowly, as if it were about to burst forth and shatter this world at any moment!

……

The next morning.

Nancheng Gymnasium.

This place is incredibly lively today, packed with people.

Not only did martial artists from the southern city arrive, but many people from surrounding cities also came to watch the spectacle.

After all, the presence of a peak Martial King is a grand occasion.

The cars outside the stadium were backed up in long lines, and scalpers were selling tickets at exorbitant prices.

"So many people?"

Liu Ruyan, holding Liu Fuyao's arm, looked at the huge crowd in front of her and was a little taken aback.

She specially changed into a low-key sportswear outfit today and wore large sunglasses, afraid of being recognized.

After all, her reputation in Nancheng isn't very good right now.

That would be embarrassing if people pointed fingers at you.

"Of course."

Liu Fuyao, on the other hand, was much calmer.

"This is a major event concerning the reputation of Nancheng; who wouldn't want to come and see?"

"Fuyao, do you think that Wang Jiuxiao is really that powerful?"

Liu Ruyan was still a little worried.

"I saw him being lauded as a god online."

"It's very strong."

Liu Fuyao nodded, her expression solemn.

"I asked the teacher, and none of the younger generation in Jiangnan Province can last ten moves against him."

"Then...can our South City team win?"

"Disaster."

Liu Fu shook his head.

Then, as if remembering something, he said,

"However, I heard that Nalan Yanran from Wudao No. 1 Middle School broke through last night, so maybe there's a chance."

The two talked as they went through the ticket check and entered the venue.

I just found a seat and sat down.

"Look!"

"That's Chairman Su!"

Suddenly someone shouted from the crowd.

Liu Ruyan froze, instinctively wanting to lower her head.

Su Nantian emerged from the VIP entrance of the stadium with a group of people.

Su Nantian was wearing a black Zhongshan suit today, and his face looked rather unwell, gloomy.

beside him.

These were naturally the vice presidents of the Martial Arts Association, as well as the deans of several major martial arts academies in Nancheng.

The group marched in a grand procession toward the podium.

Liu Ruyan peeked through the gap in her sunglasses.

Su Nantian didn't even glance at the audience seats, and walked straight over.

call……

Liu Ruyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet, an indescribable sense of loss welled up inside me.

Once upon a time, she was also the glamorous secretary to the chairman, following closely behind Su Nantian.

Now, however, they can only hide in a corner, like a rat crossing the street.

"Here it comes!"

"The ultimate martial king has arrived!"

A commotion ensued.

All eyes turned to the entrance.

A black, extended luxury car drove directly into the stadium.

The car door opened.

Peak Martial King Ye Liuyun was the first to get off the vehicle.

The old man was still dressed in gray clothes today, with his hands behind his back. He didn't even look at the cheering crowd around him and walked straight to the stage.

That attitude was even more arrogant than that of Su Nantian, the landlord.

Followed by.

It's Wang Jiuxiao.

The young man was dressed in a white training uniform with a golden unicorn embroidered on his chest.

I just got off the bus.

He waved to the audience in the stands.

Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Tch, stop pretending!"

"Exactly! Let's see if he'll still be laughing after he gets beaten to a pulp!"

A chorus of boos erupted from the audience.

But Wang Jiuxiao didn't care at all.

He even put his hand to his ear, making a "can't hear" gesture, looking incredibly irritating.

"This person..."

"How annoying!"

Liu Ruyan frowned.

"He has absolutely no manners."

"Powerful people usually have bad tempers."

Liu Fuyao said calmly.

soon.

Everyone was seated.

Su Nantian picked up the microphone, said a few simple words, and then announced the start of the challenge.

Wang Jiuxiao didn't waste any words.

He leaped directly onto the ring.

Standing in the center of the ring, arms crossed, looking around.

"Alright, stop wasting time."

"Who is the strongest in this generation of Nancheng? Come on up."

"I'm in a hurry."

"Arrogant!"

"presumptuous!"

A roar.

In the rest area of ​​the South City Martial Arts Academy, a figure soared into the sky.

"Zhao Zilong from Nancheng Martial Arts Academy, please enlighten me!"

Zhao Zilong was very burly, carrying a long spear in his hand, his face full of anger.

Peak Nine-Star Martial Artist!

This appearance was quite impressive.

"Great job, Senior Zhao!"

"Dry him to death!"

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Liu Fuyao sat up straight and whispered to Liu Ruyan beside her,

"It's Senior Zhao, the number one expert at Nancheng Martial Arts Academy."

however.

Wang Jiuxiao on the stage merely glanced at Zhao Zilong and shook his head.

"A nine-star martial artist?"

"Too weak."

"What did you say?"

Zhao Zilong was furious and immediately took action.

Clang.

With a flick of his spear, it shot out like a dragon, creating a flurry of spear flowers, and aimed straight for Wang Jiuxiao's throat.

This shot was as fast as lightning!

"Too slow."

Wang Jiuxiao stood still without moving.

He only stretched out a hand when the spear tip was about to pierce his throat.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

He actually caught Zhao Zilong's spear with his bare hands!

Followed by.

He flicked his wrist.

A tremendous force traveled along the gun barrel.

"roll!"

boom!

……