402: Large-scale talent show 101

Casting aside concerns about the gap in combat power, the Goddess of Light reconcentrated her divine consciousness.

Two it would be.

Kazgoroth's earth divine power could suppress chaotic fluctuations, Vidania was proficient in natural restrictions, and added to that were the three most elite eight-winged War Angels under her command.

With such a lineup joining forces, there might just be a chance to heavily injure Sabrina.

However, a stone still hung in her heart: she only hoped that Avila would maintain composure when leaking the divine blood and not make any mistakes.

Otherwise, not only would the setup be completely exposed, but Avila falling into Sabrina's clutches would be the least of their worries.

Even Kazgoroth and Vidania could be dragged into the entanglements of the Chaos Royal Court, and at that point, the situation would only worsen.

Thinking of the key location of the setup, Astrea's divine consciousness descended once again, passing through layers of space, looking toward that selected secondary plane with chaotic rules.

The bait was ready, and the net had been cast.

It was just that this net was much thinner than originally anticipated.

Lacking Skadi's ice seal and Morpheus's illusion assistance, relying solely on the existing power, the margin for error was truly too low.

Now, they could only wait quietly.

Waiting for the mother of flesh and blood, following the scent of the origin divine blood, to step into that hunting ground where restrictions and ambushes had been laid.

...

Inside the stage VIP box, Shang Wan Ning looked just like a noble Persian cat spoiled to the heavens, her entire body sunk into the soft, cloud-velvet beanbag chair, too lazy to even lift a finger.

The collar of her thin gauze Hanfu was loose and half-open, revealing lines that were soft and alluring, making the perverts stare with burning eyes.

Ling Qi knelt obediently by her side.

Shang Wan Ning simply rested her head on her pressed-together thighs.

This usually efficient and decisive Secretary-General was currently pressing her temples gently with fingers glowing with warm spiritual light, terrified of hurting the little ancestor.

The entire opposite wall was occupied by a huge light screen, and the light, shadows, and sound waves from the "Underworld Song and Dance Troupe 101" live broadcast filled the entire space.

The stage design blended netherworld elements with a futuristic sense of technology, colorful and brilliant, with an explosive atmosphere.

Chen Yu slid onto the center of the stage.

Dressed in a short, tight outfit shimmering with dark blue light, her white hair tied into a high ponytail, she held an amplification conch embedded with soul crystals and shouted loudly: "Brothers and sisters of the Underworld, fellow countrymen of the netherworld... welcome to the second public performance of the Underworld Song and Dance Troupe 101, exclusively sponsored by 'Wangchuan River Herbal Tea'."

"I am your host, Chen Yu. Let me see your comments and gifts!!!"

The comment pool on the side of the light screen exploded instantly, with dense text scrolling at high speed:

[First, sofa.]

[Yu Yu is so handsome today, mommy kisses.]

[Herbal tea sponsorship, is it any good? Can drinking it make me forget the pain of working?]

[The one above, drink it and you'll forget working immediately—go reincarnate.]

[Is Her Majesty the Empress watching? Look at me, I'm applying to be a personal maid.]

[Ahhh, the position on the Secretary-General's lap is mine. Draw your swords, everyone.]

"Thanks to 'Must Pluck the judges brush Bald Tonight' for sending ninety-nine sets of 'Bone-Eroding Wind Blades'."

"Thanks to 'Drifting on the Styx, Rowing Without Oars' for sending ten 'Wangchuan Painted Boats'. You bosses are generous!"

Chen Yu beamed with joy, "Without further ado, let us use the fiercest ghost wails and wolf howls to welcome our four heavyweight mentors: Lya, Hei Jing, Bai Xuan, and Ming Xuan."

The camera "whooshed" over to the mentor seats.

Lya sat on the far left, in a simple and elegant long dress, with the light shadows of several volumes of ancient Elf music scores floating in front of her, her expression focused and calm.

Beside her was Bai Xuan, leaning crookedly in the large mentor chair, his white uniform loose, his collar slightly open, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

He was spinning a silver coin engraved with the word "Handsome" on his fingertip, looking entirely cynical.

Next was Hei Jing, sitting as straight as a pine, dressed in a black tight outfit, buttons fastened to the very top, his face cold and stern.

On the far right was Ming Xuan, wearing delicate abacus glasses, with seven or eight different colored light screens floating in front of her.

Data streams were refreshing like a waterfall on them, and her fingers swiped rapidly, recording various indicators.

Chen Yu introduced loudly: "Vocal and Ancient Rhythm Mentor, Lya; Stage Presence and Audience Appeal Mentor, Bai Xuan; Dance and Physique Mentor, Hei Jing; Commercial Value and Potential Assessment Mentor, Ming Xuan."

"Four mentors, please begin your performance."

"First up is the contestant from the Elf Race, Chloe, who will bring us the song 'Phantom Carnival'."

The lights changed suddenly, and the music became intense and dynamic.

Dressed in hot leather armor, Chloe stepped onto the stage, her eyes darting around, her singing voice carrying a natural allure, her dance moves hot and bold; every hip sway and head toss drew waves of screams from the virtual audience below.

Bai Xuan immediately sat up straight, his eyes lighting up, "Pop, pop, pop"—he clicked the tipping button in front of him repeatedly, and the special effects of ten sets of 'Nether Fire Lotus' exploded across the screen instantly.

"That's flavorful, this handsome one loves those who are uninhibited. The little succubus has a future; these eyes, this figure—it's perfect."

[Lord Bai Xuan knows his stuff!]

[Succubi are the eternal gods.]

[Handsome Bai Xuan, look at me, I can sway too.]

[With these tips, Lord Bai Xuan, have you booked your VIP box for tonight?]

Hei Jing frowned, his voice cold and hard: "Core is loose, lower body is unstable. The turn in the seventh eight-count was 0.15 seconds slow, the arm lines didn't extend completely, and it lacked a sense of power. Allure does not equal soft and weak."

"Dance foundation score, deduct thirty points."

[Mentor Hei Jing is so strict.]

[Hahaha, deduct thirty points, Chloe's face has gone pale.]

Hei Jing: Don't touch me, I just want to watch a military training review》

[The one above is insightful.]

After listening carefully, Lya frowned slightly: "The chorus part relies too much on innate sonic waves; it's taking a shortcut."

"The true vocal range is not displayed enough, and breath support is not stable enough. To develop in the long term, you must solidify your singing foundation."

Ming Xuan pushed up her glasses and analyzed calmly: "The peak of real-time tipping data is very high, but the audience retention rate has dropped by five percent."

"The proportion of negative comments has risen, mainly concentrated on 'too vulgar' and 'aesthetic fatigue'."

"Commercial risk rating C+, suggest adjusting the style appropriately to broaden the audience."

[Yo yo yo, the Data Queen has spoken.]

Ming Xuan: What's the use of high tips if you're losing followers, dummy》

[Chloe: It's too hard for me.]

Chen Yu quickly smoothed things over: "Wow! The comments from the four mentors are really... coming from different angles, sparks are flying."

"Thanks to Chloe for her wonderful performance."

"Next, let's change the style. Please welcome the contestant from the Elf Race, Ariel. She will perform a classic Elf folk song, 'Moon Spring'."

The lights became soft, and the music was ethereal.

Ariel wore a white dress, her singing voice clear and resonant, like a mountain spring.

"Ha!"

Bai Xuan yawned, leaning back in his chair with little interest: "Too plain, boring. This handsome one is almost asleep." As he said this, he casually tossed a silver coin as encouragement.