The Ninth Generation Palace Master, Star River Hanging from Heaven, What Does Chu Jiang Want to Do?

The moment Chu Jiang arrived, cheers erupted from the Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land camp below the western platform!

"Senior Brother Chu!"

"Senior Brother Chu will win!"

"Take down that pretentious hypocrite!"

If they had to choose between Li Huatian and Chu Jiang, they would all support Chu Jiang without hesitation.

There was no other reason.

Chu Jiang was domineering in his actions and monstrously powerful in battle. For the sake of his own Saintess, he had dared tear up the marriage contract right in the other party's face. That protectiveness and forcefulness suited their tastes all the more.

On the platform, Tantai Mingyue's cold gaze remained fixed on Chu Jiang.

"See that? The Saintess only has eyes for Senior Brother Chu!"

"What the hell is Li Huatian? Does he deserve to contend with Senior Brother Chu?"

"Senior Brother Chu, slap his face hard!"

Hearing the nearly one-sided cheers, the faces of the Nine Heavens Painting Palace members immediately darkened.

"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant fools!"

The accompanying elder sneered. "A contest of the painting Dao is not about who can shout louder, much less whose fists are harder. It is about artistic conception, about the Dao, about the accumulation of centuries and millennia. What does Chu Jiang, a mere brute who knows only slaughter, have to compare with the Saint Son?"

"Let them cheer while they can. Once the Saint Son completes his painting and the Great Dao descends, we'll see whether they can still laugh!"

Li Huatian watched Tantai Mingyue gaze at Chu Jiang, his fists clenching as his heart bled.

This should have been his.

Tantai Mingyue, how am I, Li Huatian, inferior to that crude brute? Once I win this contest, let's see if you can still look at him like that!

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