Chapter 2423
Chapter 2423
Before they could even come up with their words, the million disciples who supported the two men had already erupted in anger, shouting and cursing in a sarcastic tone, full of contempt and mockery.
"You only won by luck last time. The opponent only sent an ordinary Puppet Mantis. Is that enough to make you arrogant?"
"The Elf King, the Weasel King, possesses overwhelming power. Your eagerness to fight at this moment clearly indicates your intention to ruin our battle for destiny!"
"A holy son from a third-rate holy land dares to compete for opportunities with the holy sons and daughters of the two top holy lands in the Flame Dragon Realm. He is simply ignorant of his own limitations!"
Unpleasant words followed one after another, and Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao's faces turned pale and then red, extremely embarrassed—they never expected that the mockery of their supporters would put them in an even more difficult position, leaving them with almost no room to back down.
Gu Ningbing stood in the formation, watching this scene, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips. She secretly transmitted her voice to Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao: "Just give it to him. I want to see what makes him so confident that he dares to challenge Su Itachi!"
Upon hearing this, the two felt as if they had been granted a pardon.
Zhe Linhai immediately laughed heartily:
"Hahaha... Brother Chen Xuan is truly the number one holy son of the Heartless Holy Land. Since you are so confident in requesting the battle, how could we, as your senior brothers, refuse to step aside?"
Tu Qianjiao quickly composed herself, smoothed her hair at her temples, and said with a faint smile, "Not bad, Junior Brother Chen Xuan, since you dislike the strange army so much, please come down and fight, and let us see your true strength."
With the two of them withdrawing voluntarily, the opportunity to volunteer for battle fell entirely on Chen Xuan's shoulders.
A shrewd concession preserves the dignity of the First Holy Son and Holy Daughter, and in a formal manner, the senior brothers and sisters humbly relinquish the opportunity to fight.
However, this only made some of the more extreme disciples of the Immortal Ancient and Supreme beings even more dissatisfied. They believed that Chen Xuan was just a clown and how could he appear in the crucial battle for destiny?
Chen Xuan did not respond to their pretense and politeness. He simply smiled faintly and slowly walked out of the formation of the Heartless Holy Land. He walked step by step toward the formation platform next to the command platform. His posture was upright, and his Daoist aura was hidden but not revealed. He had a transcendent demeanor.
Seeing this, June's expression gradually became serious. Her gaze fell on Chen Xuan, and her tone carried a hint of admonition and concern:
"In that case, Chen Xuan, you will represent the Heartless Holy Land and set up the formation for the next battle!"
"Remember, if you are outmatched, do not fight head-on. Retreat to your own territory immediately. As long as you survive, you can always rebuild."
In response, Chen Xuan remained humble, nodding slightly with a smile on his lips, but his eyes held an undeniable sharpness and certainty.
This scene was watched closely not only by the millions of cultivators present, but also by the various supreme Daoist temples, Immortal Emperor palaces, Dao Lord Immortal Mansions, and even the powerful figures in the Void Heaven Pavilion and Dao Alliance within the first and second lines of defense, who were observing this crucial battle concerning their destiny from afar through various treasures, supernatural powers, and secret techniques.
But the place that I care about most and am most curious about is the Mingyue Supreme Dojo.
After all, Chen Xuan had already obtained the Supreme Guide Token, making him a disciple of the Bright Moon Supreme Sect. Moreover, he and Qing Tian Yu'er and others were all guided here by June. His fellow disciples and even the Bright Moon Supreme were all eagerly anticipating Chen Xuan's performance in this battle, wanting to see just how many hidden cards this mysterious young man had up his sleeve.
Meanwhile, deep within the endless void, atop the Dao Lord's Imperial Pass, in a simple gray thatched hut, a man in black robes sat cross-legged on a futon, surrounded by a faint mist of chaos. His eyes were closed, with only an imperial mark flashing between his brows. He was intently watching this battle for destiny through the Void Mirror.
With his cultivation level and prestige, he shouldn't have cared about such a high level of battlefield combat—according to the intelligence provided by his subordinates, the cultivator civilization was bound to lose this battle for destiny.
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