153: Chapter 153 The Great Competition Between Good and Demon (Part 7)

"Chen Xuanfeng of Dan City."

The demonic Cultivator who drew Chen Xuanfeng only learned the answer a few dozen breaths later than the Cultivators in the city below.

Seeing this name, he could already imagine the laughter of his peers below.

"Hahaha, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I didn't expect that I would actually get to wait for you!"

The Hundred Insect Sect Disciple laughed arrogantly, as if victory was already within his grasp.

Old Ancestor Hundred Insects' smile deepened, and seeing the grave expression on Old Ancestor Above the Clouds' face, he became even more pleased with himself.

"Old ghost Above the Clouds, are you worried about the City Lord of Dan City's only grandson?"

"It's a pity, but worrying is useless. Since he fell into the hands of my grand-Disciple Chong Fei, he only has a dead end ahead of him!"

You must know, even this Grandmaster was envious when he saw Chong Fei's talent for controlling insects.

He is only at the Golden Core stage and is already raising Hundred Insects within his body; if he breaks through to the Nascent Soul stage, the Hundred Insect Sect might have the hope of being renamed the Thousand Insect Sect!

Is Above the Clouds worried about Chen Xuanfeng?

No, he is not worried at all.

With the status of the City Lord of Dan City, the immense wealth Chen Xuanfeng's father has for him, and Chen Xuanfeng's relationship with Duobao Tower, he definitely has no shortage of trump cards to save his life.

In this match, he will surely win!

What Above the Clouds is worried about is Zhong Jiang!

That's right, among the six people this time, there is Zhong Jiang, a cousin recommended by his Disciple.

This Zhong Jiang has a dual Spiritual Root, which is not bad, and he is currently at the Early Golden Core Stage.

He is very unremarkable.

But his Disciple is very certain that Zhong Jiang can win a spot in the Secret Realm for the Yun Shang Sect, and even vouched for him in front of all the Elders of the Sect.

Above the Clouds knows his Disciple's thoughts; wanting to win a Secret Realm spot is fine, but one shouldn't take such risks.

Now he only hopes that Zhong Jiang can live up to the trust placed in him!

"Chen Xuanfeng, what's the matter, are you afraid now? You don't dare to come up to the fighting stage?"

Chong Fei, who waited a long time for Chen Xuanfeng to appear, began to mock him unceremoniously.

The demonic Cultivators in the city also let out jeers that grew louder and louder.

"He's scared, he's scared!"

"If you're scared, then just forfeit ten for one, haha, you coward of the Righteous Path!"

"As the grandson of the dignified City Lord of Dan City, he doesn't even have the courage to step onto the stage, tsk tsk..."

Xiao Tian listened to those harsh taunts, gripping the window sill tightly until his fingerprints were deeply embedded.

"Brother Xuanfeng, how much longer do we have to wait?"

Beside him, Chen Xuanfeng shook out his golden robe, and the sunlight falling on it reflected a dazzling and blinding light.

Looking at the sun at the most perfect angle on the horizon, Chen Xuanfeng smiled faintly, "Right now."

"Swish!"

The first-grade wooden sword on the table soared into the air.

Chen Xuanfeng leaped out the window.

"Whoosh!"

The wooden sword steadily caught Chen Xuanfeng and carried him soaring into the sky.

The sunlight fell at the perfect angle onto his wide golden robes and sleeves, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

The City Lord of Dan City covered his eyes in pain.

This show-off!

I thought he would be more normal, why is he getting more and more...

The Cultivators in the city stared dumbfounded at the glowing object, unable to care even as their eyes stung and tears flowed involuntarily.

"What, what the hell is this?"

"It seems to be sunlight reflecting..."

"I know that, obviously! The problem is why is he so bright!"

"Because the magic robe he's wearing is gold, and reflecting the sunlight makes it bright."

"Damn it, how is this light shining only on him? I've seen it all now."

Chen Xuanfeng appeared on the fighting stage, standing in the position he had calculated beforehand.

The sunlight shone down on him, making him look like an immortal god.

"I am Chen Xuanfeng, I have arrived a step late, and I hope everyone will be understanding."

Zhong Jiang just glanced at Chen Xuanfeng indifferently, then nodded and withdrew his gaze, continuing to stroke his long spear.

The other person naturally dared not have any dissatisfaction with Chen Xuanfeng, and even flattered him, "What are you saying, Fellow Daoist Chen? To see such grace from Fellow Daoist Chen is my honor."

"Heh!" A cold sneer came from the other side of the fighting stage.

The Cultivator who was speaking stiffened.

Chen Xuanfeng's gaze fell dimly upon the sneering demonic Cultivator, "Is he your opponent?"

The Cultivator smiled bitterly, "Yes."

He is at the Early Golden Core Stage, while his opponent is at the Late Golden Core Stage; he will undoubtedly die in this match.

He had no mood to continue flattering Chen Xuanfeng and silently waited for the outcome to arrive.

Everyone had arrived, and the cold voice of the dark night rang out, "Step onto the platform!"

Chen Xuanfeng grabbed the Cultivator who had been currying favor with him and headed towards the edge of the platform.

"Fellow Daoist Chen... we are not..." The wind made his voice intermittent, and his face was blown out of shape.

Chen Xuanfeng landed on the outermost platform and tossed the Cultivator onto the platform next to him.

The death platforms were lined up in a row; Chen Xuanfeng was effectively occupying the No. 1 platform and gave the No. 2 platform to the Cultivator who had been showing him favor.

But this was actually useless.

It's not like occupying a front platform increases your chances of winning.

The Cultivator who had been dropped off bowed bitterly to Chen Xuanfeng, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chen, for giving me a ride; I can save some spiritual power compared to my opponent."

Chen Xuanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, "It is too early to thank me now."

The Cultivator paused and smiled self-deprecatingly, "That's true."

During their idle chatter, Chen Xuanfeng's opponent, Chong Fei, arrived first.

As soon as Chong Fei stepped onto the platform, an invisible barrier rose around the edge of the platform, isolating the two of them.

This meant that they could begin.

Chong Fei was not in a hurry to make a move; he looked Chen Xuanfeng up and down, as if he were examining a container.

He frowned in disgust, "All golden and shiny; my little darlings won't like that. But it doesn't matter, I can reshape your body into something my little darlings will like."

Chen Xuanfeng smiled nonchalantly, "A gentleman does not take what others love. If your little darlings all fall in love with me and leave you, wouldn't that be my sin?"

Chong Fei sneered, "Your tongue is certainly sharp!"

Immediately, without waiting for Chen Xuanfeng to make a move, he opened his mouth.

His mouth, which was originally the size of a normal person's, suddenly expanded, even flipping over his entire face, which was extremely ugly.

Insects of all shapes and colors crawled out of his mouth.

Even though they had seen many methods of the Hundred Insect Sect Disciples using and summoning insects, many Cultivators still couldn't help but retch at the sight of Chong Fei.

Even many Cultivators who were also demonic Cultivators couldn't stand it.

Yet Chong Fei seemed to enjoy the disgusted looks of the crowd.

But he discovered that Chen Xuanfeng's expression was very calm, and even the arrogance in his eyes had not changed in the slightest.

He grinned hideously and let out a wild, arrogant laugh, "Hahaha..."

Following his laughter, the insects that crawled out of his mouth emitted a vibration at the same frequency.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

The noisy sound of insects was like demonic sounds piercing the ears, causing everyone to feel agitated.

"What is this sound? It makes me want to kill someone!"

"Ugh, so disgusting, ugh, why does this sound make me want to vomit more and more, ugh..."

"I want to go up there and kill him!"

Several streams of black mist rose into the air from within the city, attacking directly towards the platform where Chong Fei was located.

"Pop!"

These people did not pass directly through the platform to the fighting stage, but instead stuck to the bottom of the fighting stage like flatbread, and then one by one turned into blood mist, their Souls absorbed by the fighting stage.

Ancestor Qian Hun's eyes brightened slightly, "Hundred Insects, this Disciple of your Sect is not bad."