At this moment, Xia Wuju was like the God of Slaughter possessing him—whoever stood in his way died. An incomparably dense and vast Dragon aura radiated from his entire body.
Strands of the Great Xia Dynasty's national fortune in the void seeped bit by bit into his body, making the phantom of an emperor holding a jade imperial seal behind him increasingly solid.
"National fortune entering the body, stirred by imperial aura—this is..."
Watching Xia Wuju press toward him, Chu Yunxiao rapidly retreated. Xia Wuju's killing move was too ferocious; even he felt a trace of fear in his heart.
He clearly had not been this powerful last time. What exactly had gone wrong?
"Die."
Xia Wuju threw a punch. Chu Yunxiao gritted his teeth, then leaped off the arena without hesitation and fled outside, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
The three clones had long since disappeared as well.
"You want to run because you can't win? Did you ask me first? Go catch him! Whoever catches him will be granted an official post."
Xia Wuju gritted his teeth as he stared at the spot where Chu Yunxiao had vanished. Running when he could not win? Did he have no shame at all?
As soon as he spoke, the void rippled, and several figures vanished without a trace. To them, official positions in the Great Xia Dynasty held enormous appeal.
That was because officials of the Great Xia Dynasty could receive the blessing of its fortune. Under that blessing, cultivation yielded twice the result with half the effort, and one was far less likely to suffer qi deviation. It was practically paradise.
The higher the office, the more fortune one enjoyed.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin, hidden in the shadows, curled his lips into a smile and vanished.
Outside, dense