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Tomorrow is the grand finale that will determine the fate of the two great powers, and he feels utterly uncertain and anxious. This competition concerns the future rise and fall of the Round Table Conference. If they lose, from now on, the Round Table Conference will be completely suppressed by the Golden Knights, with no chance of ever rising again!

However, he had already learned that the Golden Knights had been frantically recruiting powerful individuals from all walks of life recently. The newly recruited cultivators were all mysterious in origin and unpredictable in strength, which gave him an extreme sense of crisis.

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A sudden, urgent knocking broke the silence of the study.

Hanta composed himself, his brow furrowing slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

The door was gently pushed open, and a tall, slender figure walked in slowly—it was Zhao Xianghe.

Hanta recognized the newcomer, paused slightly, then his eyes darkened instantly. He strode forward, his tone wary and sarcastic: "So it's Lord Zhao."

"If my information is correct, you are now a wanted traitor by the imperial court. Today you come alone, intending to walk into my trap, handing me a great achievement so I can surpass the Golden Knights?"

Zhao Xianghe smiled calmly, cupped his hands in a composed manner, and said neither servilely nor arrogantly, "President Hanta, since I dared to come alone, I have naturally been prepared to walk into a trap."

"However, before the chairman arrests me, I want to make a sure-fire deal with you."

Hanta frowned, scrutinizing the person before him, and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of deal?"

"The president must already know that the Golden Knights have recently experienced a surge in strength, recruiting a large number of top experts," Zhao Xianghe stated bluntly. "Those individuals are of unknown origin and possess formidable power, all being top-tier combatants at the Great Perfection of the Divine Power Realm. Given the current lineup of the Round Table Conference, they are destined to lose tomorrow's competition!"

Hanta's face darkened, her tone hardening with a hint of stubbornness: "If you came here specifically to see my Round Table Conference make a fool of itself, then you've come to the wrong place. Win or lose, everyone at the Round Table Conference will forever remain loyal to Queen Elizabeth!"

Zhao Xianghe sneered inwardly. He knew Hanta's character all too well. He seemed loyal, but in reality, he only cared about family power and his own interests, being shrewd, worldly-wise, and adept at self-preservation. He even secretly suspected that Hanta had already vaguely sensed the Holy Fire Cult's conspiracy, but was pretending not to know and waiting to see what would happen.

Zhao Xianghe remained calm and said indifferently, "I admire the president's loyalty. But only by winning tomorrow's competition will your loyalty have any value and a chance to be demonstrated."

"If you lose, you will lose even the right to follow and pledge allegiance to the Queen. But I can help you secure victory in this contest."

Hanta's eyes narrowed as he stared intently at Zhao Xianghe, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"We have no deep friendship or old grudges, so naturally I wouldn't harm you." Zhao Xianghe smiled slightly and continued, "The expert I recommend for you is unparalleled in strength among his peers and can definitely help you crush the Golden Knights and obtain the Golden Dragon Pearl!"

"My only condition is that after the Grand Competition ends, you take control of the altar and become the Queen's confidant, you clear my name and lift the warrant for my arrest. You and I only have different attitudes toward the Omnipotent God Cult, but we share the same initial intention: to be loyal to the European Kingdom. I also want to continue to serve my country."

Hanta fell silent, not immediately agreeing. He lit a pipe, the smoke curling upwards, and pondered for several minutes, weighing the pros and cons repeatedly, but still couldn't find any flaws.

After weighing the pros and cons, he finally nodded slowly: "Alright! I agree to your deal! But throughout the entire competition, you must remain in my residence and are not allowed to leave without permission."

"No problem." Zhao Xianghe readily agreed. "Please keep your promise, President, and lift my arrest warrant after winning the competition."

"That's natural." Hanta smiled faintly, his expression much more relaxed.

Zhao Xianghe said no more, raised his hand and took out a carrier pigeon from his pocket, tossing it gently. The pigeon flapped its wings and flew out the window, delivering a message to the people outside that the plan was going well and they should enter immediately.

He sat upright in the study with a knowing smile and said, "From now on, I will stay by your side and be your 'hostage' without any trouble."

Hanta laughed heartily, and the two exchanged a glance, reaching a tacit understanding and finalizing the cooperation.

Before long, with Hanta's tacit approval, Chen Yang, Yang Hongyuan, Zhou Heng and their group successfully registered and joined the roundtable competition, waiting for the competition to begin the next day.

The following day at dawn, the giant square in the center of Saint Deli was packed with people, with the entire city's residents and cultivators from all sides gathering there, creating an unprecedentedly grand atmosphere.

In the very center of the square, a complex and intricate giant magic array stretches across the ground, with a dazzling seven-colored golden sphere suspended at its core—the Golden Dragon Pearl, the token of victory or defeat in this grand competition.

On either side of the magic array stood the battle teams of the two major forces, their auras clearly distinct.

On the left, twenty cultivators of the Golden Knights stood in neat rows, each with a strong physique, a chilling aura, fierce eyes, and an overbearing presence. Their spiritual energy surged around them, creating an oppressive atmosphere and showcasing their elite sharpness.

To the right was the lineup for the roundtable meeting. Chen Yang stood tall and straight in the queue, his expression calm and composed.

He channeled his immense spiritual power to subtly probe his opponent's strength, and after a moment, he felt a slight sense of relief.

The twenty cultivators of the Golden Knights were indeed all at the peak of the Divine Power Realm, possessing solid foundations and formidable combat strength, making them formidable figures among their peers. However, they ultimately remained within the shackles of the Divine Power Realm, with not a single one having reached the Golden Core stage!

Without a Golden Core expert present, he had already secured victory in this competition!

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yang's brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

With his keen senses, he vaguely detected a faint, extremely subtle aura of the sacred fire altar in the far distance of the square!

The doubt vanished in an instant, and Chen Yang immediately understood. A knowing smile flashed across his eyes, and he thought to himself: Just as I thought!

The Golden Knights had indeed planned everything meticulously and had hidden contingency plans! They not only recruited a group of top-level experts with supernatural powers to support them, but also secretly set up a sacred fire altar.

If the battle turns against them and they are about to lose, they can immediately activate the power of the altar to boost their combat strength, forcefully turn the tide, and win the competition!

Chen Yang glanced at his teammates at the round table beside him and understood.

The dozen or so cultivators who participated in this roundtable conference were mostly older and were all top guardians trained by various powerful families. They were fighting not only for the honor and disgrace of the roundtable conference, but also for the inheritance of their respective families and the rise and fall of their clans, bearing immense pressure.

At this moment, an atmosphere of despair and oppression had quietly enveloped the entire team participating in the roundtable meeting.

Looking at the imposing and powerful Golden Knights opposite them, everyone felt fear and trepidation, and whispers rose and fell among them.

"When did the Golden Knights acquire so many top-tier experts? Their strength is terrifying!"

"Something's not right! They're definitely up to something! This isn't a normal cultivator competition at all!"

"It's over... We're probably doomed to lose this time; there's absolutely no chance of winning!"

Hearing his teammates' desperate whispers, Chen Yang simply smiled calmly, his mind unmoved.

He knew perfectly well that as long as he won this competition, he would be able to meet the imposter Queen Elizabeth, and all his plans would come to fruition at that moment!

Clang!

Three clear and melodious chimes resounded throughout the entire square!

The competition begins!

Before the bell had even finished ringing, Chen Yang moved swiftly, taking the lead and stepping out!