79: The farce is over!

Feng Lang stared at Lin You, dumbfounded.

In his heart, this master was already a big shot with deep connections to the Zhuge Family.

Why would he participate in a battle like this?

"Are you going to participate too?"

Lin You raised his eyes and said calmly, "Why, is that not allowed?"

In just an instant, Feng Lang couldn't help but shiver.

What on earth was this damned oppressive aura!

Even though his cultivation base was higher!

Why did he always feel afraid?

"It... it is..."

"Of course it is. According to the rules, as long as one is a Heavenly Patrol Envoy, they can participate."

Upon hearing this, Lin You walked into the crowd.

He didn't care at all about being a Myriad Realms Inspector or anything like that.

But being able to build his own team was important!

There is an old saying: two fists are no match for four hands.

Having a few more helpers is never a bad thing.

Thinking of this, Lin You asked an extra question: "What rank allows one to bypass the Longevity Family and recruit Patrol Envoys on their own?"

Feng Lang steadied himself and replied.

"Uh... according to the rules."

"A Third-Rank Patrol Envoy can replace the Longevity Family and independently recruit Patrol Envoys under their command."

"But generally, no one does that. After all, this meal is provided by the big shots above."

Lin You waved his hand. "Alright, let's begin."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hall became heavy again.

Over a hundred Patrol Envoys looked at each other.

They all saw the unease and doubt in each other's eyes.

Among those in the True Immortal Realm, how many could rival the strength this guy had displayed?

If he's participating, what the hell are they fighting for!

But there are always brave men under heavy rewards.

Some still couldn't resist the temptation brought by the position of Myriad Realms Inspector.

A dozen or so of them looked at each other, nodded in unison, and stepped out.

"Brother, sorry about this."

"Although we don't know who you are or what skills you have."

"The position of Myriad Realms Inspector can only be held by us."

"You look unfamiliar, brother, and you're quite young. Why not wait and participate next time?"

Lin You waved his hand. "Not interested. A hundred years is too long; I only strive for the present."

The leader's expression sank instantly.

"If that's the case..."

"Then don't blame us for joining forces to besiege you."

"After all, the strong... should always be shown some respect."

Instantly, a dozen or so Ninth Heaven of True Immortal Realm Patrol Envoys struck out in unison.

The biting Saber Qi tore the Void Realm apart.

The hall was immediately shrouded in a murderous aura.

The power was incredibly terrifying.

Everyone watched both sides with wide eyes, wanting to know whether this mysterious young man was stronger, or if the combined force of over a dozen Patrol Envoys was superior!

"Hard to say... In ordinary times, a Patrol Envoy is considered a skilled expert."

"They are beings selected by the Longevity Family to begin with."

"Even if they aren't the most monstrously talented, they can barely be called a Genius."

"Under the siege of over a dozen people, I don't think this youth has much chance of winning!"

An experienced Patrol Envoy spoke in a deep voice.

The others nodded one after another.

"I agree."

"After all, he is still too young. Even if his natural talent is exceptional, what of it?"

"Combat experience, insights into one's state of mind, and remaining calm in the face of killing moves all require time to hone."

"Having talent alone isn't enough to gain an advantage against them."

"After all, these few are all strong contenders for the Myriad Realms Inspector position."

Feng Lang, sitting in the seat of honor, couldn't help but click his tongue.

Goodness... this young man!

The gale in the arena was biting, and Saber Qi crisscrossed the air.

Monstrous pressure spread out like a tide.

Even without facing it head-on, everyone could feel the pressure.

If it were them, there would be absolutely no chance of winning.

But Lin You stood in place, motionless.

With his cultivation at the Ninth Heaven of True Immortal Realm, plus the jade forest twin dragon armor.

This group, who didn't even have a Heaven Grade Cultivation Technique, could barely cause him any substantial harm.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves passed.

Lin You raised his hand and stretched in the midst of the violent gale.

He yawned and said, "Have you guys even started yet? Don't hold back; I'm a serious person, use more strength!"

What?

Looking at that figure, the Patrol Envoys present were dumbfounded.

He... he stretched under the siege of over a dozen Ninth Heaven of True Immortal Realm Patrol Envoys...!?

What kind of joke is this!!!

Where the hell did this come from? Is he a transformed demon from outside the realm!?

Can a Cultivator's body really reach this level?

It's simply impossible!

The dozen or so besieging Patrol Envoys were even more terrified.

The veins on their arms bulged, and the violent rebound almost tore their palms apart.

Yet this guy in front of them acted as if he felt nothing at all.

"Everyone, give it your all!"

"No one is allowed to hold back!"

"If he falls, we still have a chance to compete for the Myriad Realms Inspector position. If he isn't defeated, we have absolutely no chance!"

The leader roared.

He used all his strength to activate his Divine Ability.

Although it was a joint attack, everyone wanted to save their final strength for the big battle later.

So they all held back.

This time, they were truly going all out!

In an instant, the roof of the hall was almost blown off.

The Formation originally used to suppress the shockwaves of their battle now emitted a groan of unbearable strain.

Feng Lang also sighed in relief, patting his small chest.

"I knew it..."

"There's no way there's such a monstrous guy."

"I thought my Profound Immortal Realm cultivation was fake."

"Hmm... but he can't die just yet. If the big shots hold me accountable, I'll be in trouble."

Feng Lang even prepared to step in and save him at the critical moment.

At that time, he could both gain a favor and save a life.

The shouts of battle in the arena were deafening.

The dozen or so True Immortal Realm Cultivators were about to cough up their gallbladders.

Lin You raised his eyes and vaguely felt a hint of pressure.

"Tsk..."

"Your level is almost catching up to that 'raging brother'."

"Still not enough..."

At this point, Lin You paused, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He pressed his hands against the Void Realm.

Suddenly, everyone felt as if the entire hall had sunk.

"The farce is over!"

—Boom.

A heaven-shaking sword hum rose from the ground.

A snow-white sword light shot out from the Void Realm.

In an instant, it sent the dozen or so True Immortal Realm Cultivators tumbling!

They all spat out a mouthful of blood in unison, flying backward like kites with broken strings.

One move. Just one move! Defeating over a dozen fellow Cultivators of the Ninth Heaven of True Immortal Realm!

"No!!!"

A spectator let out a desperate roar.

He wasn't roaring for the injured, but because his last hope of picking up scraps had vanished.

With this kind of strength, who would dare to challenge him?

I'm afraid even Feng Lang, sitting in the seat of honor, couldn't do it.

This bastard crossed his legs today and said he wanted to be the boss.

No one present dared to say a single word of dissent!

"Why, why!"

"I've spent hundreds of years grinding as a Heavenly Patrol Envoy, and finally had a chance to become a Myriad Realms Inspector."

"Where the hell did this guy pop out from!"

—Thump.

Hope shattered.

Someone couldn't bear the pressure and knelt on the ground, feeling desolate.

That figure was too strong.

So strong that they didn't dare to have any distracting thoughts.

Feng Lang was so scared that all his fat was trembling.

He tremblingly picked up the tea that had just been brought to the table.

—Clatter, clatter, clatter...

The cup lid clattered against the cup, emitting a crisp echo.

Feng Lang's eyes were unfocused, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Looking at Lin You in the arena.

"Uh, well..."

"Big Brother."

"This position... why don't you sit there..."