The Demon Prince's Four Guardians

An eerie silence fell for several seconds.

Li Zi couldn't help asking, [And then?]

The System's electronic voice could barely conceal its laughter. [And then he came here to compete, didn't he?]

Li Zi: [Huh?]

Everyone: "Huh?"

So the person they were facing was a farmer's son with no talent for cultivation—a Mortal who had entered the Ghost Shadow Sect solely because he could cook?

That was it?

On the platform, the Flame Hall Disciple stared at the Ghost Shadow Sect disciple across from him in confusion.

The Ghost Shadow Sect disciple still stood there, his entire face hidden within his robe. No one could make out his features.

His voice was cold and low, flowing like a thin stream from a mountain spring. He carried himself like an unfathomable master beyond the mortal world.

Niu Da said, "Surrender. You're no match for me."

The Flame Hall Disciple still hesitated.

Getting eliminated in the first stage of the preliminary round would be embarrassing. But getting beaten flat by Niu Da would be embarrassing too.

If what the System had said was true...

After a moment's hesitation, he gripped his Longsword tight and said through clenched teeth, "I... still want to fight you properly."

Niu Da gave a soft laugh, the faint scoff brimming with contempt and arrogance.

"You won't survive a single move from me."

The Thunder God Hall Sect Master scratched his head and lowered his voice. "Is he... putting on an act?"

The Flame Hall Sect Master nodded gravely. "That manner of his almost had me convinced he really was unfathomable. Turns out he has no Cultivation at all."

Beside them, the Nine Nether Gate Master said with displeasure, "How can the Ghost Shadow Sect be so careless about choosing disciples? They'll even take in a Mortal."

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