Chapter 66: Martial Artist Elite Tournament, Secret Realm

Upon returning to the Jiangnan Base City and selling his monster materials, Jiang Buyue once again came to the Martial Artists Association building.

With the improvement of his strength, the battle armor he wore was also due for an upgrade.

Here, too, stood a towering skyscraper, losing nothing in grandeur or luxury to the Jinpeng Building. Four gilded characters reading "Victory Building" were arranged vertically on its facade.

However, constrained by the environment of the Netherworld, the cultivation of most members of the Katu tribe was restricted, making normal growth difficult. Consequently, the number of powerful individuals was much smaller than under normal conditions.

The One-armed Poison Sage considered this an opportunity to test Gu Qing's combat prowess. With a faint smile and a wave of his hand, three one-star poison sages wielding giant axes leaped out from behind.

"Could it be that the two of them died together inside?" Azure Crane rubbed his chin and muttered casually, but his words felt like a heavy mallet striking the minds of everyone from the Ziyang Demon Sect and Luofu Palace, causing them to turn their heads one by one and glare at him with furious eyes.

Chen Changming possessed a tall and slender figure, and wearing a plain Taoist robe only served to accentuate his fine physique. Coupled with the senior brother's handsome appearance, he often gave people a transcendent, otherworldly aura. Sect Leader Zhang Mingjun had once joked that if Junior Disciple Chen had grown up outside the mountain, the threshold of his home would have been kicked to pieces several times over by matchmakers.

If the matter were to leak in the future, he could easily pin it on the old Taoist of Poyang and clear his name entirely.

At that very moment, a beam of glacial sword qi slashed down from the sky, accompanied by the roars of dragons and tigers and an overwhelming aura of sharp might. The formidable body of the Huangqi was cleaved into two, its blood as black as foul mud. Facing a narrow brush with death, Dong Yong and the others scooped up their spiritual beasts and fled on their flying swords. Yue Chen lingered for a moment, only to be surrounded by three three-headed fleshy monsters.

Jin Shi'er was indeed extremely nervous, only calming down slightly after Lin Jingyi reminded her. Realizing her lapse in composure, she quickly released her grip and greeted Lin Ruoyu.

Faced with such detailed calculations, Yue Chen had nothing to say and paid the full amount. After storing away the spiritual materials, he cupped his fists in farewell.

As long as he could win the support of the Pang clan, what did it matter if he lost the entirety of Jingzhou? The current competition was about talent rather than territories and land. Once one had talent, why worry about lacking lackeys and running dogs to help contend for territory?

"Are you all right?" Buka and the others ran over, asking with concern. Although Yang Dongqing had won, he had been suppressed and beaten by his opponent earlier, so he must have sustained injuries.

"Urgent military intelligence, the messenger from the Tsukushi clan has arrived!" Just as the "Great Debate" was about to begin, an attendant entered to report. I looked at Otomo Sorin, since he was the master of the house after all.

Generally speaking, second-generation heirs received the best elite education and cultivation. It could be said that the so-called second-generation circle was the pool with the largest concentration of young talents.

"Jiang Han, I truly never imagined that the battle armor on your body would actually be a Primordial Supreme Treasure!" The Emperor Peng's voice was ice-cold, with killing intent still surging in his eyes.

None of us had ever participated in such a tournament before, and we heard there would be so many matches—to win the final championship required triumphing in as many as twenty matches. It was practically a tournament marathon.

I heard that when Li Er left Chang'an, Empress Zhangsun also quietly executed several low-ranking palace attendants. The reason was unknown! Of course, a few guards also went missing from the corresponding imperial palace.

"By the way, how does the Black Dragon Sect determine age?" Yang Dongqing suddenly thought of this question. After advancing to rank six, one underwent a complete rebirth, and ordinary methods certainly wouldn't be able to detect it.

In another void, there was a giant fish stretching for millions of miles, floating in space, which would occasionally manifest as a bird with wings like clouds hanging from the sky.

"The screen is dark; there must be severe internal damage to this fortress," Yang Dongqing thought to himself. He had not found the multicolored crystal, which meant the crystal was inside the platform. Once the crystal was inserted into the platform, the fortress should enter a startup state, and the screen should be lit—unless the fortress was damaged.