" Ye Xiaoyun!"
Upon hearing those three words, Wu Changgeng's expression visibly fell.
Xu Xiong, however, became interested.
"Xiao Ye is back?"
"Wasn't this kid sent to the Army Suppression Division to gain experience in Jingxi Prefecture?"
"Why are you back so soon?"
Jiang Yan didn't say much in response to Xu Xiong's question.
He simply put away the Jade Slip and used his Divine Sense to activate the ancient Spirit Machinery in front of him.
After touching one of the orbs of light.
A magical light barrier rapidly expanded, appearing before the three of them.
[ Desperate Survival straits - Observation]
[Map: Nether Dense Forest ]
[Mode: 100-player free-for-all]
[Number of participants remaining: 17/100]
[Real-time leaderboard: Ye Xiaoyun (Kills: 12)]
[List of remaining personnel]
1. Ye Xiaoyun ( Army Suppression Division, Left Division)
2. Li Fengxing (Right Commander of the Army Suppression Division )
3. Zhao Heng ( Ten Thousand Spirits Division )
4. Liu Qingli ( Dao Propagation Division )
...(fold)
5. Anonymous (Hidden)
[Current Odds]
Ye Xiaoyun: 1:1.2
Li Fengxing: 1:3.5
Zhao Heng: 1:8.7
the remaining:...
In the center of the light screen, the real-time image vaguely shows figures darting through the dense forest, their Sword Qi Diplomatic School.
In the distance, there is a circular poisonous miasma that envelops the entire scene.
The poisonous miasma shrank in real time, tightening the living space within the illusion.
"That kid really came back, and the first thing he did was plunder Spirit Stone."
"That's outrageous!"
Looking at Ye Xiaoyun's ranking on the screen, Jiang Yan's beautiful eyes widened, revealing a hint of resentment.
Wu Changgeng knew that today's efforts had been in vain again.
With Ye Xiaoyun around, there's absolutely no chance he'll win this Golden Core Stage Desperate Survival.
Xu Xiong, however, was quite interested in this young man surnamed Ye.
He released his divine sense, touching upon Ye Xiaoyun's name.
The next second.
"Buzz!"
The light screen trembled, and a completely new scene unfolded.
There were no extra words or other people in the picture, only Ye Xiaoyun.
This is Ye Xiaoyun's personal viewing screen.
Inside the scene, a young man dressed in black appeared before the three of them.
A plain white hairpin held back the boy's dark hair.
He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed thin lips.
His coldness was tempered with a sharp edge.
He was clearly a handsome and refined man.
But this handsome young man was now furtively crouching, hiding within a cloud.
The flying swords lay hidden beside him.
His aura was subtle and concealed.
Ahead of him, another Golden Core cultivator was cautiously following the miasma as it migrated forward.
They were completely unaware that someone was hiding high above them.
"This kid is still so steady, completely different from his father."
"He happens to cultivate the Sword Dao, possesses exceptional talent, his spells are incredibly powerful, and his fighting style is so cunning and underhanded. His title of Eight-Crown King is truly well-deserved."
Seeing Ye Xiaoyun hiding in the illusion, he seized the opportunity.
A sudden attack.
With lightning speed, the sword's power trembled.
In just a few moves, the Golden Core cultivator was decapitated and vanished in a flash of white light.
Spiritual materials and magical Law Artifact, radiating light, fell to the ground out of thin air.
"No need to look anymore, let's go, Master."
"This kid's been cooped up at the Army Suppression Division for ages; he's probably going to play until he's had his fill before he's willing to rest."
"With him around, there's no need to even think about becoming the leader."
Shaking his head, Xu Xiong comforted his master.
They wanted to pull him away.
Wu Changgeng, however, was unwilling.
His gaze was fixed on Ye Xiaoyun's many insidious fighting techniques in the illusion, his brows furrowed.
It seemed like a sigh, yet also like learning.
Since acquiring the puppet body, Master Wu's greatest hobby in his spare time has been participating in these Desperate Survival.
After all, his last battle before his death was in the Nether Toad Secret Realm.
How similar this is to Desperate Survival!
He inevitably felt some regret.
What if we had won the championship back then?
Xu Xiong knew his master's heartache, and seeing this, he remained silent.
Quietly accompany them as they observe.
Even after watching to the end, Wu Changgeng was still not satisfied.
He actually took out a recording Jade Slip.
They meticulously recorded their entire battle, from escaping danger and searching for treasures to the final showdown.
It seems they plan to go back and study it carefully.
As expected, Ye Xiaoyun emerged victorious.
He killed the last cultivator, who turned into white light.
The spell screen stopped displaying images, and a line of large characters appeared.
Congratulations on winning the championship today!
The moment the words were uttered, the space inside the Heavenly Pivot Division Tower suddenly flickered.
A series of figures dressed in different colors appeared one after another.
"Damn it! It's been stolen again!"
"Can't Senior Brother Ye try a different fighting style?"
"It's been like this for years, it's always the same routine. If this continues, he'll be playing this Desperate Survival all by himself."
"Sigh, another few hundred contribution points wasted today. Fortunately, the Artifact Spirit materials in this illusion are all fake."
"Otherwise, they'll search your entire fortune."
The moment the figures appeared.
Sighs, discussions, and indignation suddenly arose.
The crowd's tone was either resentful or angry.
They were all clearly filled with regret.
Some even searched with their eyes, seemingly trying to find Ye Xiaoyun.
Behind the crowd, seeing their angry expressions, a tall figure in a silver moon robe quietly concealed his presence.
Preparing to leave.
But who knew, before he could even take a step...
A clear, sweet, and cunning voice suddenly rang out.
" Senior Brother Ye! Where are you going!"
"Junior sister, it's been so long! Aren't you going to catch up with me?"
Jiang Yan deliberately shouted at the top of her lungs.
This caused everyone who had just exited the illusion to turn around.
Their gazes fell upon the silver moon robe.
"Uh... hehe... so it's Junior Sister Jiang."
"I didn't see you, brother."
Ye Xiaoyun knew she had been exposed.
He had no choice but to stop. Facing the angry gazes of the crowd, he rubbed the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly.
I intended to just get it over with and leave quickly.
However, when their gaze fell upon Xu Xiong and Master Wu, they had to lower their stance.
Approach with a respectful attitude.
"Xiaoyun greets Martial Uncle Xu and Grand Martial Uncle."
Despite Ye Xiaoyun's extraordinary talent, she had already reached the Golden Core stage before she even turned thirty.
They dared not be presumptuous in front of Xu Xiong and Wu Changgeng.
Throughout the entire Dao Court, everyone knows that Uncle Xu and the Dao Lord have a very close relationship.
Not to mention Wu Changgeng, whose seniority was even higher.
It wasn't just Ye Xiaoyun who was bowing with clasped hands.
The other cultivators and disciples who had exited the illusion also clasped their hands and bowed when they saw Xu Xiong and Wu Changgeng below.
Use respectful language.
"Greetings, Uncle Xu (Greetings, Grand Uncle Xu), Greetings, Grandmaster Wu."
"Greetings, Chief Xu; greetings, Great-Grand Uncle..."
Faced with the crowd's calls, Xu Xiong and Wu Changgeng did not act arrogantly.
They are simply of a higher generation, and they are well aware of this.
These disciples and cultivators are all the most core Golden Core True Lord of the Dao Court.
In terms of combat strength, qualifications, and even contributions, they are no less than them.
He immediately nodded in acknowledgment and responded to each of them.
Also, because Xu Xiong and Wu Changgeng were present, the disciples did not dare to be rude.
Even though he disliked Ye Xiaoyun's fighting style, he had no choice but to leave dejectedly.
Seeing this, Ye Xiaoyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Jiang Yan's cunning and malicious gaze, he noticed...
Suddenly, a surge of courage appeared out of nowhere.
He grabbed Jiang Yan's pink fox ears.
"You dare to frame your own brother?"