Mist God Cult

Mist God Cult

After the sudden roadside incident ended, nothing else happened along the way, and the bus drove straight into Cangdu State City.

Gently massaging his legs, which felt somewhat numb from sitting for so long, Duan Ying turned her head to glance at the burly man who was sauntering along behind her with a brilliant smile, "Senior Chen, are you here to participate in this Heavenly King Exhibition Match? I heard that both Heavenly King Guan and Wu Heavenly King will be present. It's bound to be a grand spectacle."

Heavenly King Guan was universally acknowledged as the number one Heavenly King. In fact, initially, no one expected him to participate in this kind of state-level competition, but after he released the news that he would take part, ticket prices instantly skyrocketed.

"Not interested." Chen Xu leisurely tagged along behind her, walking toward the Great Abyss Bank.

He truly could not muster any interest in a competition participated in by martial artists who had not even reached the level of Martial Artist. His gaze was no longer placed on martial artists below the [Martial Aspect].

As he walked, his cell phone vibrated with a buzzing sound.

Professor Mei? Chen Xu looked at the name displayed on the incoming call, a trace of confusion flashing in his heart. What would Professor Mei be contacting him for at this time? Could it be that the matter regarding the credits had been resolved for him in advance, and she was calling to share some good news?

"Wait for me a moment." After dropping these words, Chen Xu sought out a deserted place to answer the call.

"Chen Xu?" Professor Mei's voice carried a rare hint of solemnity.

"It's me." Chen Xu leaned against the edge of the wall, his tone carrying