There was a golden barrel in front of Long Chen, Young Martial God, and Feng Zhilin. Whoever they supported, they would throw the golden ball into the barrel in front of them. It was very convenient.
Of course, this process was sacred.
The Hanwu Palace Master continued to speak. His robe embroidered with an eagle looked like it was about to take off with him. When everything was ready, he cleared his throat, looked around, and said in a righteous voice, "Everyone, Emperor Shengwu is the future Zhenwu Emperor. Who will bear this heavy responsibility? It will determine the future of our Zhenwu Emperor Palace. We are in troubled times, and we need a qualified and kind ruler …"
He looked around, raised his voice, and said, "The three candidates, although all of you are qualified to run, there is a mix of good and bad among them. Since I am the leader of the Hanwu Hall, there are some things that I have to say. This vote is of great importance. I hope that when you cast your vote, ask your conscience if you are worthy of the Imperial Palace that gave birth to you and raised you, your brothers and sisters, your descendants, and those who sacrificed their lives for the Imperial Palace. Please cast your vote carefully. Don't ruin your wisdom and the future of the entire Imperial Palace because of your momentary confusion. Don't let countless ancestors curse and condemn you."
After that, he bowed to the crowd.
Of course, everyone understood what he meant.
The people of Wenren Xi's faction were attacked by him, and their expressions were very unsightly. Some of them even showed signs of wavering.
Only Long Chen and Wenren Xi acted as if they didn't hear a word.
At this time, the Hanwu Palace Master was extremely excited. He seemed to have turned into the embodiment of justice, and he said in a sonorous voice, "Then, let the voting begin one by one according to the number on the golden ball. I have the first golden ball in my hand, so I will cast the first vote. This is a sacred vote. The ancestors and countless heroes gave me the right to cast this vote. I will make the best choice. Please listen to my analysis."
After saying that, he looked at Feng Zhilin and said, "I think that Feng Zhilin is very talented and has a tenacious character. However, as a girl, she lacks leadership and trust. Furthermore, she has not been promoted to the Martial God Palace for long. Hence, she is not my primary target."
Having said that, he looked at Yang Chen and said, "Little Martial God Yang Chen grew up in the Wushen Palace. I'm familiar with his personality. His combat power is outstanding. Although he loves to fight, he has never harmed the innocent. Although he lacks intelligence, he is extremely righteous, especially in terms of combat power. He is absolutely qualified to assume the important position of the Saint Martial Emperor. Therefore, I've decided to cast my sacred vote for Little Martial God Yang Chen."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his golden ball into the barrel in front of Yang Chen, causing an explosion that shook everyone's hearts.
In the end, the leader of the Hanwu Temple looked at Long Chen coldly and said, "As for the last one, I will not comment on him. How could a piece of trash become a candidate? It is really strange. Maybe the candidate did not want to take responsibility."
Having said that, he quickly returned to his seat near Ye Futu.
With Ye Futu backing him up, he was not afraid to say such words. After all, Long Chen's reputation was extremely bad now. It was not too much for him to say that. If Wenren Xi was angry and wanted to touch the leader of the Hanwu Temple, the cultivators present would not allow it.
The leader of the Hanwu Temple was simply slapping Wenren Xi's face. In an instant, even Wenren Xi's face was slapped.
The scene became silent. Most people were still worried that Wenren Xi would get angry. However, to their relief, Wenren Xi was still expressionless.
Long Chen had already expected today's events. However, no matter how the opponent attacked him, he would just pretend that he did not hear it.
Time would prove everything.
The martial artist who received the second golden ball said, "Among the three candidates, I think Little Martial God Yang Chen's strength is outstanding, his combat prowess is number one, his personality is mellow, and his support is high. The other two have just entered the Martial God Palace and are still outsiders, so I won't consider them. Especially one of them, he's killed his compatriots as soon as he entered the Martial God Palace. He has no respect for the law, and has offended his superiors. If such a person is allowed to become the Sacred Martial Emperor, our Martial Emperor Palace will definitely be destroyed. Everyone will have to submit to his tyrannical power. I hope my colleagues will use your votes carefully. Don't be blinded by some benefits and lead the Martial Emperor Palace to destruction.
Having said that, he threw the golden ball into the barrel with a clang.
Long Chen's face was once again slapped in the face.
Time continued.
"I agree with their point of view. What the True Martial Emperor Palace needs is a qualified leader, not a killing maniac."
"To be honest, someone is not qualified to be a candidate at all. As for the other girl, I still respect her, but she doesn't have many good points. She is more balanced. After some consideration, I still think that Little Martial God Yang Chen is more suitable. In fact, if it weren't for these two, he would be the Saint Martial Emperor."
"I have already carefully decided. The three of them are a mix of good and bad. The gap is too big. Although Yang Chen is honest, his sincerity is the most important. Moreover, he is still young and has the potential to become the strongest True Martial Emperor in the True Martial Emperor Palace in the future."
From the beginning, Yang Chen had an absolute advantage, while Long Chen was constantly humiliated and slapped in the face.
This was something they had agreed on long ago. From the beginning to the end, Long Chen's expression didn't change at all. In fact, he felt that these fellows were somewhat boring. He wasn't someone who would be easily frightened. There was no point in saying all this. In any case, they had already decided on this matter. It was normal for them to exaggerate in their words, but they had to pretend to be righteous. It was truly disgusting.
The dignified elites of the Martial God Palace used this method to bully others. It was truly laughable.
Of course, it wasn't just those who supported the Young Martial God. Among Lin Junyao's faction, basically everyone supported Feng Zhilin.
Someone said, "Looking at the three candidates, be it Yang Chen or Long Chen, they both have shortcomings. Although Yang Chen is strong in martial arts, to be honest, his wisdom, leadership ability, decision-making ability, and ability to handle matters are all very big flaws. It can be said that he has nothing but martial arts. As for Long Chen, I personally feel that he has shown shocking wisdom in his previous performances. Other than his martial arts being weaker than Yang Chen's, his other abilities are very perfect. Of course, because of the Fu Hai case, everyone thinks that Long Chen has serious flaws in his personality. I can't deny this, but I don't think it's that serious. I hope everyone can study his outstanding performance in the Three Thousand Palace and Nine Star Chaos City. In addition, he is a cultivator that even the Emperor is satisfied with. Of course, I still recommend Feng Zhilin because I feel that she is very balanced in all aspects. Her talent is also quite extraordinary, and her understanding of the Heavenly Dao is not inferior to any of you."
"That makes sense. I feel that a leader needs to have balanced abilities in all aspects, and not be a beast that only has martial arts. Although this is a little harsh, I hope everyone can understand. Sometimes, it's better to speak with facts."
In fact, no matter how the debate went, Long Chen actually felt that it was useless. In the face of real benefits, everything was empty talk. Basically, everyone in Ye Futu's faction supported Yang Chen, while those in Lin Junyao's faction supported Feng Zhilin. In Ye Futu's faction, there were only a dozen true core cultivators. Under the strong pressure from the other party, it wasn't easy to vote for Long Chen.
As for the cultivators that Long Chen visited, it was no surprise that most of them chose Yang Chen. Only a few of them chose Feng Zhilin. Even the cultivator who promised to vote for Long Chen suddenly scolded Long Chen and chose the Young Martial God.
Long Chen really had eyes. It turned out that the old man was fooling him.
As the boring long-winded speeches went on, the voting soon came to an end. Basically, it was all righteous insults. After hearing such words for so long, even Long Chen felt sick of it.
Every time someone voted for Long Chen, it would cause a huge uproar. The other party instantly let out countless condemnations that rose to the level of selling their souls. Among Wenren Xi's faction, those who voted for Long Chen were all under a lot of pressure.
In fact, it was quite obvious that Long Chen had no hope of becoming the Sacred Martial Emperor at all. Because his votes were less than the Young Martial God's by more than forty votes. It was impossible for Long Chen to be ahead by forty points in the last two rounds. One had to know that the third round was Yang Chen's strength. With his current lead, basically the Sacred Martial Emperor was already predetermined by him.
Yang Chen had a huge lead.
He was recognized as the Sacred Martial Emperor.
When the final votes were tallied, Yang Chen had a total of 56 votes, Feng Zhilin had 33 votes, and Long Chen only had 11 votes. This meant that he was less than Yang Chen by a total of 45 points in the first round. This was an incomparably terrifying gap. Long Chen had to surpass his opponent by 45 points in the next two rounds to obtain the position of the Sacred Martial Emperor. But was it possible?
No one thought it was possible.
11 votes. This number was even lower than Long Chen had imagined. He thought there would be around fifteen votes, all of which were cast by Wenren Xi's core subordinates. A few of them were basically forced to transfer their votes to Feng Zhilin due to pressure.
They felt that there was no hope left, so they didn't want to embarrass themselves.
Anyway, Wenren Xi wouldn't blame them. This wasn't a fair competition at all.
Long Chen had never regarded this as a fair competition.
Everything depended on one's ability.
With such a huge lead, everyone on Ye Futu's side was overjoyed. Everyone revealed a smile and cheered loudly.
The Hanwu Temple Master said, "This is a historical moment. Those who insist on the truth in their hearts, you are all unyielding men. As for those who distort the truth, you are simply too ashamed to be in the same room as us."
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Tomorrow was the second of the lunar calendar. Last time it was only a solar calendar birthday.