On the left side of the viewing platform, Chongxuan Mingguang was so anxious he nearly leapt to his feet. He wished he could haul his son up and slap him twice—if he couldn't bear to hit him, he could at least give him a scolding.
Breaking through to the Heavenly Mansion Realm already put him above all his peers. Couldn't he just fight them one by one? Why did he have to be so arrogant and take on three at once?
Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
Couldn't he learn from his father to keep a low profile and act with humility?
What an unfilial son!
But His Majesty the Emperor had already spoken.
Even if Chongxuan Mingguang were foolish, he knew perfectly well that nothing he did could change the outcome now.
All he could do was sigh, deeply, deeply.
On the plaza.
The Great Qi Emperor had spoken in person, and Bao Bozhao and the others had no more hesitation.
The three took up positions around Chongxuan Zun and faced him.
Jiang Wang, the other two Inner Palace cultivators, and Ji Zhaonan also moved to the edge of the plaza, leaving them ample room to fight.
The rules of the Imperial Martial Competition were the same as those of the Yellow River Assembly. Other than weapons carried on one's person, armor was forbidden, as was the use of any magical artifact. Even talismans and the like were prohibited. This was to prevent the nations from arming their cultivators with powerful artifacts and turning a contest between prodigies into a clash of national resources. It gave smaller nations, with fewer resources, a measure of fairness.
In other words, when they reached the River Viewing Terrace, Ji Zhaonan would also have to remove his Peerless Armor and face his opponents