In Wang Yan's perception, it was as if a blizzard was about to arrive, accompanied by a bone-chilling wind.
"Sir, you should forgive and forget."
The cold voice was like a bone-chilling wind blowing, making one's face hurt.
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows. "I won't offend those who don't offend me, but if they offend me, I will kill them."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yan slowly stood up, his black eyes flashing.
The person in front of him was 70% similar to Jin Zhengyang. He had an imposing appearance and an outstanding demeanor. He was a rare handsome man.
He wore a luxurious golden robe, which made his figure look tall and straight.
His black hair was meticulously combed, and he wore a purple-gold crown on his head. Two strands of black hair were on either side of his face.
His face was like unpolished jade, and his eyes were like cold stars. His facial features were well-defined, and his cold expression revealed the aura of an emperor.
As he stood there, he was like a silent and emotionless primeval divine dragon that stood towering in the clouds and looked down upon all living beings.
"Even so, sir, you have already killed four members of the Dragon Protection Squad. How about we let this matter rest?"
Wang Yan looked at the young man, his eyes flickering.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. Wang Yan nodded. "Okay."
He had already guessed the identity of this person. He was the eldest prince of the Five Dragons and Four Phoenixes, the future heir to the Jinling Emperor, Jin Zihan.
"Big Brother!
We can't let this arrogant kid go, he … "
"Shut up!"
The arrogant Jin Zhengyang really shut up after the man shouted at him. Seeing this, Wang Yan was even more certain of his guess.
"Thank you."
After nodding slightly, the man suspected to be Jin Zihan turned around and left.
Jin Zhengyang hesitated for a moment, then glared at Wang Yan and left with the man.
Outside the Sumeru Mirror, the countless spectators gritted their teeth, feeling indignant.
"Why did the God of Death show mercy?
It would have been great if he had killed the second prince. "
"Shh!
Lower your voice, do you want to die? Don't forget, this is the Jinling Dynasty. Who dares to disrespect a member of the royal family? "
"I thought that there would be a good show, but who knew that this would be the result …"
All sorts of discussions rose and fell, and it gradually formed into a heated discussion that caused a mighty uproar.
In the center of the Jinling Dynasty's royal residence, next to the Prime Warrior saint Bai Yiyuan's bedroom, there was a magnificent pagoda.
It was unknown how tall the pagoda was. It pierced through the clouds like a towering mountain.
At this moment, an arrogant and furious voice resounded from a certain level of the pagoda.
"This arrogant brat actually wants to make a move against Second Brother. The most infuriating thing is that Big Brother actually didn't kill him!"
"If it were me, I would have ordered the Dragon Protection Squad to rush up and tear this arrogant brat to pieces …"
"Enough."
A cold female voice rang out, interrupting the irritated male voice.
"This person is not to be underestimated. Even if Big Brother takes action, he will definitely be able to capture him, let alone kill him."
"How is this possible?!
Elder Sister, why are you supporting the morale of others and belittling your own people? "
"Can't you be quiet?
Watch carefully. "
…
After the interlude with Jin Zhengyang, no one came to disturb Wang Yan. They did not even dare to look at him.
It was not until Bai Yiyuan's voice rang out that Wang Yan woke up from his meditative state.
He had completely mastered the first three forms of the Murderous Heavenly Sword Technique, but there was still a long way to go before he could use them perfectly.
As the Spiritual Sea surged, the people who had advanced to the next round appeared in the square of the Guest Palace. There were exactly 100 people, including Wang Yan.
"In six hours, the final round will begin."
No one knew where Bai Yiyuan was, but his voice could be heard everywhere.
In an instant, burning and envious gazes fell on the 100 figures standing in the center of the square.
Most of the gazes were sizing up Wang Yan with shock and greed.
Because among the 100 people who had advanced to the final round, Wang Yan's cultivation was the lowest, but he was the most dazzling one.
It could even be said that the Convention of Geniuses was tailor-made for Wang Yan, so that he could shine more brilliantly and become famous.
Ignoring the gazes, Wang Yan secretly wondered if Bai Yiyuan would attack him next.
After all, the 100 people drew lots to fight, so it was the best time to attack.
"Little brother, you must make it into the top 30, so that I can do better."
Nangong Lie's voice suddenly echoed in his mind, which made Wang Yan slightly startled, and then he nodded without a trace.
Becoming an elder of the Nangong family was not essential to Wang Yan. He did not need anyone's protection, and he did not need it now.
The Master of the Falling Stars Temple, Luo Chen, had chosen him to represent the East Continent in the Astral Source Competition, and he would definitely protect him in secret.
Simon Rampart wanted the Murderous Heavenly Sword Technique, and before he got it, he would certainly not let anything happen to him.
And Wang Yan was about to win the first place in the Convention of Geniuses, but Nangong Lie did not know it.
Six hours passed quietly, and when Bai Yiyuan's voice sounded again, the atmosphere instantly reached its peak.
Countless people looked at the 100 figures standing quietly in the center of the square, looking forward to it.
"The drawing of lots begins!"
As Bai Yiyuan's voice spread out, starlight spots appeared in the blue sky, bright and dazzling.
If ordinary people saw this scene, they would definitely think it was a miracle.
The next moment, the starlight spots fell straight down like meteors, whistling toward Wang Yan and the others.
Out of instinct, everyone tried to block it, but after coming into contact with the starlight, they found that it did not have any offensive power, but only carried a terrifying momentum.
Wang Yan opened his palm and looked at it. The starlight had turned into a transparent jade ball the size of a longan, with a number condensed by star power in it.
After seeing this number, Wang Yan's expression became a little strange.
Because the lot number he had was No. 26 again, and it seemed that he had an inexplicable bond with No. 26.
"The one hundred of you who have the same lot number will be your opponent."
A loud voice sounded, and a vast and majestic force suddenly pressed down from the sky, and the space within a hundred miles suddenly collapsed!
In the next instant, this terrifying power suddenly gathered together and formed a small world that was about a hundred miles in size.
"Lot No. 1, come out. The duel begins!"
Under countless burning gazes, two figures suddenly swept through the void and entered the small world like meteors.
"Beiming Family, Beiming Wushuang."
"Jinling Dynasty, Illusion."
Both sides introduced themselves, which caused countless people to be in an uproar.
Among them, the loudest discussion was about the young man named Illusion. Although he was not a member of the royal family, he had suppressed countless collateral relatives. Even the princes and princesses treated him as an equal.
His strength was so strong that he was known as the Invincible Cuixing.
Beiming Wushuang's pupils shrank slightly. It seemed that he did not expect to meet such a strong opponent in the first battle.
"The Invincible Cuixing. Very well, today I will break your title!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped with his right palm, followed by his left fist.
(End of this chapter)