"When will the bright moon appear? Yan Li was dumbfounded again and again!"
"Raising my cup, I ask the blue sky. Yan Li wept again and again!"
"What year is it tonight? Yan Li's heart died once more!"
At the Alchemist Grand Meeting venue in the Jia Ma Empire, cold sweat continuously beaded on Yan Li's forehead. Aside from Xiao Yi Xian and Old Master Nalan, who were Dou Wang experts, everyone else before him was a Dou Emperor.
"What should I do?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
Yan Li did not know what to do anymore. Not only had his only arrangement been ruined, but he could not defeat a single one of these people.
How could a Seven-Star Dou Ling like him possibly defeat a Dou Wang?
Not to mention there were two Dou Wangs and two Dou Emperors. Just look at how dark their faces were.
"What could he do?"
"Ask for help!"
Yan Li desperately hoped someone would come save him. He did not want to die!
He still had plenty of time left, and plenty of girls waiting for him...
"Heh, what a brat. Do you really think there is no one in Jia Ma?"
Old Master Nalan glared at Yan Li with a dark expression, raised his aged hand high, and slapped him across the face.
"Urgh!"
Yan Li spun through the air several times before crashing to the ground. Covering his reddened cheek, he was utterly at a loss.
"You're simply courting death!"
Hai Bodong did not think much of foreigners either. With a snap of his fingers, he froze Yan Li's entire body, leaving only his head exposed and swaying in the air.
"You people from the Chuyun Empire truly have some nerve!"
Jia Xing Tian glanced at his own hand,