May 5.
A special day.
Why was it special? Because the finals of the eleventh Cosmic Holy War were being held today, and geniuses from every system and plane would compete for the championship.
Eternal Sect Disciples had participated in quite a few competitions of this kind, but when they followed their sect master to the magnificent arena and saw talented contestants from all sides filing in, the blood in their veins instantly began to burn.
"Second Senior Brother."
Su Xiaomo grinned. "I seem to have found that feeling from when I first competed."
"Me too." Li Qingyang smiled.
Having risen from the Lower Realm to where they were now, they had gone through competitions large and small. They should have long since found them dull and lifeless, yet the opponents before them were stronger than any they had faced before, as though they had rediscovered those green and youthful days.
"Tch."
Ye Xingchen snorted coldly. "So sentimental."
Though he said so, the boiling of his blood was no less intense than anyone else's.
The Night Emperor's love of battle was known to all.
"Junior Brother Ye." Su Xiaomo walked over and lowered his voice. "Xie Lingyao, the champion of the Canghai Realm main tournament... couldn't she be the woman you abandoned?"
"What do you mean, abandoned?!"
Ye Xingchen roared, "I have nothing to do with her!"
"Oh, oh."
Su Xiaomo left sheepishly, thinking, I only said it casually. Why was Junior Brother's reaction so big?
Something was up!
I had to keep an eye on him!
The competition was about to begin, yet instead of focusing on the opponents, he had started gossiping. As expected of Su Gousheng.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
As Jun Changxiao led his disciples toward the venue, sinister Demonic Energy suddenly surged up behind them.
No need