The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 33 I'm going to beat nine!
The eyes of Wanchu disciples and elders flickered, and the atmosphere froze for a moment. No one spoke, and no one broke the silence.

"A group of dragons cannot be without a leader, and there cannot be two suns in the sky. The choice of the Holy Son should also be decided."

The Wanchu Holy Lord walked out slowly, and it was time to select the new generation of Wanchu Holy Sons, so a war was inevitable.

"The Holy Lord is right. The Golden Age is about to begin. The future Holy Son of Wanchu Holy Land is also related to the fate of our Holy Land in the future Golden Age. We cannot delay any further."

Among the seats, a living fossil nodded, determined to take the position of the Holy Son of Wanchu today without any delay.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the field became increasingly depressing, and countless people's eyes fell on the two figures. Although they did not use their cultivation, the pressure that naturally emanated from them was terrifying enough.

"One battle will determine the future!"

It was not until the first candidate for the Holy Son, Shi Xuan, who had been silent all this time, spoke that people's expressions suddenly became tense.

Shi Xuansheng's handsome face is 70% similar to that of Great Elder Wan Chu, and his demeanor is very similar to that of Elder Wan Chu when he was young.

He stood up and walked straight to another high platform. Even at this point he couldn't help but look at his eyes, which were filled with waves and difficult to calm down.

The position of the Holy Son Wanchu was determined in this battle, which even concerned the future situation of the Central Region and even the Eastern Wilderness, and affected the hearts and minds of countless people.

"Brother Wushuang, please!"

Shi Xuan's aura radiated and rushed in all directions. Amidst the rays of light, a golden dragon rose up, with its head and horns majestic, walking like a dragon and gaiting like a tiger.

"It turns out that he has cultivated the four limbs to the perfect state of the Four Extremes. He has a chance to transform into a dragon. Not bad."

An elder from Wanchu Holy Land commented that Shi Xuan’s foundation was very solid and he was not making a rash breakthrough.

The four poles are perfect!

Seeing this, many elders and disciples nodded and looked to the other side.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Mu Wushuang, waiting for his response.

The Duel between the Holy Sons of Wanchu Holy Land!
The first candidate for the saint who has broken through the four perfections, versus Mu Wushuang, who became famous by stepping on the shoulders of the Ji family's divine body. Who will be the winner?

This scene has been waited for too long, it even makes people feel embarrassed and don’t know how to place a bet.

With the Dao Palace realm, he raised his hand to suppress the Ji family's divine body. In front of Mu Wushuang, the cultivation level of the Four Extremes Secret Realm did not seem to give him an overwhelming advantage.

"It's too troublesome to do it one by one, why don't you all come together?"

During the trip to Taixuan Gate, he condensed the Heavenly Palace among the Three Talents, broke through the three levels of the Palace of Dao, once again solved the mystery of the Chaos Green Lotus bloodline, and touched the threshold of the Eight Forbiddens.

To him, there is no difference between one Four-Pole monk and nine Four-Pole monks.

"what?"

The elders of Wanchu Holy Land were stunned, looking at Mu Wushuang who had a calm face on the battle stage, and they didn't react for a long time.

What do you mean by "too much trouble"? Let's do it together?

"I'm too lazy to challenge them one by one, so let them come together. There's no difference between one person and nine people."

Upon hearing this, several judges looked at each other in silence for a long while.

In the history of the Wanchu Holy Son Selection Tournament, there has never been a precedent of one person fighting against nine.

The entire Wanchu Square was in an uproar, with everyone talking about it non-stop. Challenging the nine candidates for the Holy Son at the same time?
You know, even the one with the lowest cultivation among the nine candidates for the Holy Son has already reached the fifth level of the Dao Palace, which is two small realms higher than Mu Wushuang.

Mu Wushuang's words ignited the emotions in everyone's hearts, and everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a madman.

"Mu Wushuang, don't aim too high. A cultivator should still be down-to-earth and practice seriously."

An elderly referee elder came out and said with a serious face. He hated some disciples who were eager to show off and deliberately did some exaggerated things to attract attention.

Mu Wushuang shook his head calmly. He just didn't want to waste time.

"Agree to his request."

Suddenly, just when everyone thought that the farce was about to end, a faint female voice was heard, lingering over the square for a long time.

The sound seemed to have a magical power, which instantly refreshed the spirits of thousands of people in the square, as if the sound of nature made people concentrate and feel peaceful.

"Elder Feng Wan?"

On the platform, the three Xiantai elders who were in charge of presiding over the Holy Sons' Battle stood up almost at the same time and saluted respectfully in one direction with a respectful and humble demeanor.

For a moment, everyone's eyes followed the gaze of the three Xiantai elders, and saw on the clock tower in the square -

Suddenly, a figure appeared. The figure was hidden in the clouds and mist, and it was unclear. One could only vaguely determine that it should be a beautiful woman.

"What a beautiful woman. I can't see anything clearly. It's blurry, but I just feel that she is very beautiful. What a strange feeling."

"Is that the legendary Elder Feng Wan from the Holy Land? The peerless genius who is on par with the Holy Land's Saint Master at just over a hundred years old?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the beautiful woman. Although no one could see the woman's appearance and figure clearly, the words "Elder Feng Wan" were the greatest magic.

Any cultivator who can become a Saint Lord is a peerless existence, dominating the world.

And that woman was the youngest Saint Lord-level powerhouse in the entire Central Region and even in the Eastern Wilderness, and the peerless genius of the previous generation in the Wanchu Holy Land.

At this moment, the three elders looked at the Wanchu Saint Lord on the high platform. After seeing him nod in agreement, they turned around and announced:

"The 3650th Saint Son Battle of Wanchu Holy Land begins now. The first nine Saint Son candidates will fight against the tenth Saint Son, Mu Wushuang!"

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

The other two people either stood with their hands folded, expressionless, or sat cross-legged with their eyes closed, clearly having no intention of taking action at all.

"Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Mu Wushuang looked at the nine candidates for the Holy Son on the stage and urged.

As soon as he finished speaking, seven people rushed towards him.

Mu Wushuang smiled and nodded when he saw this. He liked this simple and rough style, which was very much to his taste. He was very happy.

In an instant, seven figures appeared in front of Mu Wushuang, some with fists, some with palms, and some with fingerprints.
The attack was like a violent storm pouring out madly, without any mercy or holding back, as if he wanted to beat Mu Wushuang into a cripple.

Powerful force swept across the battlefield, divine power spread everywhere and turned into a storm. Many disciples who were close to the battlefield were directly swept up into the sky by the storm.

On the battlefield, Mu Wushuang took a step forward. Facing the fierce attack of seven people, he did not retreat but advanced instead. A terrifying pressure silently burst out from his body, sweeping across the world.

Vast, pure, natural, ethereal.
As bright as the sun and as dazzling as the stars.

The combined attack of seven people had no chance of landing on Mu Wushuang. They were bounced away from three feet away and disappeared into the air, becoming invisible.

A divine light flashed between Mu Wushuang's eyebrows——

The next moment, a vast force swept around him, surging like a huge wave. The seven people had no time to react before they were blown away by this vast force.

In just a few breaths, the joint attack of the seven powerful candidates for the Holy Son was easily broken.

(End of this chapter)