"Holy shit!"
Those five earth-shaking words were hurled straight into everyone's eardrums.
The whole venue erupted.
Whether they had been watching the show, wearing regretful expressions, having missed their chance by a step, or still hesitating, everyone raised their eyes and searched, trying to find this first man bold enough to lead the charge.
Xu Xiaoshou was equally astonished as he cast his gaze over.
He truly had not held out any hope.
He understood perfectly well that 99.8 million and 100 million were entirely different concepts.
Likewise.
One hundred million—such a slogan sounded like nothing but a dream, and Xu Xiaoshou had only shouted it to fulfill that dream.
He had never expected that people capable of materializing dreams actually existed.
And that this person would appear right before him, even helping him fulfill his dream? But when his gaze settled, Xu Xiaoshou froze.
The one who had spoken was a young man, neither tall nor thin, of average build, leaning on a cane. He looked only a few years older than Xu Xiaoshou.
Beside him stood a woman in white, more than half a head shorter than him.
Both wore spiritual artifacts that prevented prying. Spiritual Perception could not make out anything; even their faces were blurred.
Yet Xu Xiaoshou's "Perception" brought him an extraordinarily familiar feeling.
His eyes fixed upon the man's cane.
Even though the thing had been disguised once more and altered beyond recognition.
As a true ancient sword cultivator, how could Xu Xiaoshou fail to detect that unique, timeless aura of a famed sword?
"Lei Shuangxing?"
Xu Xiaoshou's heart tightened.
Famed swords recognized their masters.
What was more, the Lei Shuangxing he had seen back then had possessed Sword Sect cultivation, yet relied on all manner of treasures to forcibly contend with Ye Xiaotian,