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In the Chang'an Team stands, banners flew, gongs and drums thundered.
"I told you. With the Banished Immortal here, I just feel secure."
"Oh my heavens... whose girl is this... ah, so proud! So very proud!" someone murmured in a daze, his voice swallowed by the frenzy.
"Haha! I'm rich! I put all my support votes on them—!" The hoarse roar cracked at the end, and the man slapped his thigh in excitement.
"Heh... worth it, worth it." The scholar beside him wiped off his sweat. "Came here all tense, stayed here all pathetic, but in the end, we can go back in glory..."
Inside VIP Box No. 100.
Xue Shiming stood before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the Carved Honghu Fragrance Pendant at his waist giving off a cold, clear fragrance.
On the arena below, that cyan-white figure was turning around and walking toward the passageway, her purple hair hanging silently amid the uproar.
Beneath her feet as she passed lay the scattered bodies of Wujian Team.
"We've watched her strength all the way here."
"Chen Xiaojun's childhood sweetheart is Chang'an's ballast stone!"
"Tomorrow, we'll be facing the most dangerous situation since the tournament began. After everyone goes back tonight, pull out the intelligence and analysis reports and look through them again."
Xue Shiming's calm voice carried no discernible emotion.
Crack! A piercing sound of fracture rang out beside him.
Under Tang Chen's broad palm, the hard jade windowsill had been forcibly crushed with several cracks.
His sword-shaped eyebrows were knitted tight as if hiding thunder, and his battle intent burned hot. "Her secret technique pushed her straight up to a Rank 71 Soul Saint!"
"Those eyes—Moonlight Divine Light instantly killed Gu Lin, and one Illusory Moon