Chen Beiwu stood on the Life-and-Death Platform, waiting quietly, his expression calm.
Since Xiao Yu had accepted the Life-and-Death Platform Contention, there was no possibility of him backing out.
"True Martial!"
"True Martial!"
"True Martial!"
At the sight of Chen Beiwu's face, as handsome as Pan An's, and his bearing upon the platform, a nearly fanatical cheer suddenly erupted from the spectator cloud terraces.
Chen Beiwu looked toward the sound and immediately spotted several Student Department cultivators shouting excitedly, as well as Tong Hui, who stood in the middle of the crowd recording the scene with professional equipment.
How many spirit stones did Tong Hui spend hiring these shills?
Chen Beiwu shook his head slightly and paid it little mind.
As the Publicity Department's Publicity Chief, it was perfectly normal for Tong Hui to want to record a rare Life-and-Death Platform Contention.
"Zhaohua, isn't he gorgeous?"
Below the platform, Yu Zhaozhen watched the white-robed figure above, her eyes sparkling.
"The fight hasn't even started. What's there to look at?" Yu Zhaohua asked, puzzled.
"Oh, Zhaohua, you don't understand." Yu Zhaozhen smiled sweetly.
Unlike the loose women around her who valued looks and strength, what she valued was the absolute confidence Chen Beiwu displayed at this moment. "Whether I understand doesn't matter. What matters is that the Life-and-Death Platform Contention is about to begin!" Yu Zhaohua's eyes shifted toward the distant sky.
A streak of Escape Light swept swiftly across the sky and landed on the Life-and-Death Platform, revealing Xiao Yu.
Chen Beiwu looked Xiao Yu over, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
As expected, under the influence of calamity and misfortune, Xiao Yu had never managed to achieve twofold Dao-proving and advance to a Nascent Soul late-stage True Lord.
Otherwise, today's contention really might have been a desperate fight