Innate Ice Resistance
The interstellar finals had reached a critical moment.
What Jun Changxiao hoped for most was not that his disciples would win the championship, but that they would enter the top ten and obtain more Holy War entry tickets. That way, he could complete the Epic Task.
To put it bluntly.
Gousheng did not want to be stuck at his current level. He wanted to step into the Heavenly Mystery Realm!
Judging from the current matchups, two groups were internal sect battles, meaning they had already secured two entry tickets.
Not enough.
He was greedy. He wanted more.
After all, exceeding the objective brought richer rewards.
"Number One, Yao Mengying. Number Two, Nangong Qingxian. Begin!" the referee called out.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Yao Mengying and Nangong Qingxian flew onto the stage.
The Dao Yuan Sect's chief disciple was still the same as ever, a smile constantly on his face. Clearly an ice cultivator, yet he gave no one any sense of chill.
"Hmph."
Yao Mengying rolled her eyes at him and said, "You've been sneaking glances at Senior Disciple Sister ever since you entered. Shameless."
"..."
Nangong Qingxian was speechless.
That was right, he had been observing Lu Qianqian, but only because they were both ice cultivators.
"Miss."
Nangong Qingxian said, "You misunderstand."
"I'm warning you." Yao Mengying glared at him. "Don't you dare entertain improper thoughts about Senior Disciple Sister!"
Nangong Qingxian felt depressed.
So, in this woman's eyes, he was some lecherous scoundrel lusting after beauty?
"Tch."
On the Spectator Platform, the Dao Yuan Sect disciples were unhappy.
Our Senior Brother was the strongest disciple in Dao Yuan Sect's history. The girls infatuated with him could line up all the way to the foot of the mountain. Why would he care about some female disciple from the