Fu Haotian finally laid his cards on the table with overwhelming force, setting the entire venue abuzz.
Among the seven distinguished guests on the platform, some were already smiling as though they had expected this all along. Given Fu Haotian's status, they had long anticipated that he possessed such a trump card.
Seeing that the overall situation was about to be settled, Palace Master Nan Liqingming remained expressionless.
"Count the demonic corpses again and determine the victor."
The expressions of tens of thousands of disciples varied as their gazes gathered once more.
The presiding elder solemnly bowed in acknowledgment, then turned and ordered Fu Haotian.
"Fu Haotian, since you still have demonic corpses, hand them all over for counting."
Fu Haotian smiled and bowed, displaying an elegant and refined bearing.
"Please wait a moment, Elder. I have already sent someone to invite Old Wei."
His confidence became ever more apparent. Having spoken before everyone, he practically carried himself like the victor already, leaving the presiding elder no choice but to nod in agreement.
"Very well. We shall wait a little longer."
In just a few words, Fu Haotian had completely taken control of the situation.
Tens of thousands waited with varying expressions. The contrast between the disciples whose joy and anger showed plainly was stark. Zhongli Meng and the others wore unwilling looks, yet there was nothing they could do.
But as time passed, the delighted and excited disciples gradually began to look suspicious.
"It has nearly been the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Why has Elder Wei not appeared yet?"
"Could Fu Haotian be putting on airs?"
"Bastard! What status does Senior Brother Fu have? Why would he resort to fraud?"
"Then tell me, why has Elder Wei still not shown himself?"
"This..."
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