"In five days, we went from the seventh realm to the ninth realm.
In terms of speed, I should be one of the fastest people, right?
There are many opportunities in the ninth realm. There are still five days left before the ranking battle begins. I can still travel around.
Otherwise, with my current strength as a junior Xuansheng, I am afraid it will be very difficult."
The Confucian Blade Saint clenched his fists, and involuntarily, Gu Xuan's annoying smiling face appeared in his mind.
"Not only Gu Xuan, but also people like Shi Zhixuan and Shui Shengzun, I have to hide from them.
We must be promoted to the intermediate level of Xuansheng as soon as possible."
The Confucian Sword Saint murmured to himself.
He didn't notice at all, and he didn't know when a man wearing a silver mask was already standing behind him.
"Your alertness is still as low as ever, Holy Son of Confucian Swordsmen.
Seeing how timid and fearful you are, you really disgrace me, Zhongyuan Domain.
Apart from attacking your own people, has your viciousness been worn away?"
The voice of the masked man gave people a feeling of calmness and authority.
The Confucian Sword Saint's face changed drastically and he turned around suddenly.
When he saw the person behind him clearly, his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"You...why are you here?
Didn’t you stay in the Sixth Realm with Li Tian?”
The Confucian Sword Saint looked panicked.
"Master Li Tian's name is not something you can call directly, do you understand?
At least, not in front of me.
Next time, I will confiscate all four of the Holy Son destiny in you, do you understand?"
The masked man stared at the Confucian Sword Saint, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
The Confucian Sword Saint swallowed his saliva.
"Ming...understand.
Didn't you say that you are not interested in the Holy Ranking Competition?
Why are you here?"
The masked man shook his head.
"Because I have long expected that you will bring shame to the Zhongyuan Territory and disappoint the Lord of the Territory and Lord Li Tian.
Especially you, who killed three Holy Sons and gathered the fates of four Holy Sons, yet you still behave so cowardly.
How can I rest assured that I will leave the face of Zhongyuan Realm to you to maintain?
If I hadn't seen that you had been promoted to Xuansheng, Xuansheng would be a great help to me in Zhongyuan Domain.
You are now completely out of your mind."
The Confucian Sword Saint's whole body trembled when he heard this.
He felt as if he had been through hell.
"Tuan Lao, have you died in your hands?"
The masked man nodded.
"This is natural. He is against Master Li Tian, and I have long disliked him.
If Lord Li Tian hadn't stopped him, I would have killed him long ago.
In addition, he actually suffered heavy losses in the hands of a mere Dan Emperor Gu Xuan, and completely disgraced the Zhongyuan Domain. What's the point of not dying?
He and the Jiu San people all lost their souls and died in a very unsettled manner.
If you don't want to follow in their footsteps, it's best to advance to the intermediate realm of Xuansheng within these five days.
Otherwise, I will decide that you are trash and not qualified to participate in the final ranking battle, and I will kill you with my own hands!"
The Confucian Sword Saint Son felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
If the man in front of me says this, then he must think so. This is by no means alarmist!
If you don't advance to the intermediate realm of Xuansheng within five days, I'm afraid you will really die!
In the Zhongyuan Domain, although Confucian Sword Saint Son boasts that he is not afraid of heaven and earth, he even dares to deceive and scheme against Li Tian and Tuan Lao.
However, in front of the man in front of him, he could only bow his head and endure it, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.
Because, this man is the head of the eight great saint sons of Zhongyuan Domain, Zhuge Wuwo!
The other seven holy sons were often killed or injured.
The destiny of the Holy Son naturally changes its owner frequently.
However, there is only this man wearing a mask, Zhuge has no self, and his destiny as the Son of God will always be with him.
He is the oldest of the eight Holy Sons today and has been a Holy Son for the longest time.
It's been so long that even the Tuan Lao doesn't know when he became the Holy Son.
The other seven holy sons have always lived in his shadow.
His existence is also extremely mysterious.
No one has seen his true face, not even Tuan Lao, a figure at the core level of Zhongyuan Domain.
His strength is legendary, and he can even fight against the domain lord of the Zhongyuan Domain without losing.
But he is very mysterious and low-key. Except for the other seven holy sons, Tuan Lao, Li Tian, Territory Lord and a few others, almost no one knows about his existence.
He is like a shadow hidden in the Zhongyuan Realm.
Unless he wants to take action, he can ignore it even if Zhongyuan Realm falls into a catastrophe.
The Confucian Sword Saint was originally very afraid of Zhuge Wuwu.
After so many experiences in the third heaven of the holy realm and the tenth realm space, Zhuge Wuwo's strength has become even more unfathomable.
The Confucian Sword Saint observed Zhuge Wuwo for a long time, but could not see his current state at all.
There was not even a clue for him to guess.
"Let's go and find your opportunity. Let me see if you can break through in these five days.
During these five days, you cannot see me or find me.
But I will always pay attention to you in places where you don't notice.
Therefore, don't try to escape, and don't do anything that damages the dignity of Zhongyuan Realm.
Otherwise, you will lose your dignity, your life, and your soul!
Never being reincarnated is your only fate!"
After saying this long series of words, Zhuge Wuwo's figure had disappeared from the front of the Confucian Sword Saint.
The Confucian Sword Saint's face looked a little pale.
He gritted his teeth and quickly flew away in the direction of Jiuzhi Mountain.
While flying away, he tried to find out where Zhuge Wuwo was hiding?
Unfortunately, nothing was gained.
But he could feel that there was a sharp gaze, like a sharp knife, that had been piercing his body without deviation at all.
Soon, the Confucian Sword Saint Son disappeared from the sky.
In the last five days, teleportation arrays appeared all over the Ninth Realm.
The number of teleportation arrays from the eighth realm to the ninth realm no longer follows the original restrictions, and is only as few as three.
On the eighth day, a total of twenty Xuansheng-level experts arrived at the ninth realm from fifteen teleportation arrays.
The final ranking battle of the Holy List Competition has begun, and the real countdown has begun.
When the thirty Xuansheng-level experts who are qualified to participate in the ranking battle are gathered, or when ten days pass, regardless of whether the thirty places are gathered or not, all teleportation arrays will be closed.
Another day has passed.
Time is only the last day left.
Outside the cave where Gu Xuan practiced, Dongfang Xue glanced into the cave, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Soon, there was no time, and Gu Xuan was still immersed in cultivation.
"After today, you have to wake him up."
Dongfang Xue counts the time.
During these ten days, she spent half of her time practicing every day and half of her time protecting Gu Xuan.
Gu Xuan's cultivation of the power of thunder and lightning has reached the most critical moment and there is no room for failure.
Inside the cave, Gu Xuan was hanging cross-legged in the void.
The dazzling light of thunder and lightning was released from his body, illuminating the entire cave!