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Kui San deliberately made sure that everyone around him could hear him.

Upon hearing this, those around turned their heads to look at Kui San's smug face.

Some frowned, some scoffed, and some remained indifferent.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qianqiu's face darkened, and he turned his head to give Kui San a cold look.

Seeing that Shen Qianqiu did not react, Kui San became even more smug.

He burst into laughter, a shrill laugh that echoed across the square.

"The person you Wenxin Academy had high hopes for has been ruined here. How wonderful!"

Shen Qianqiu's face darkened completely.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Qin Jiaojiao angrily pointed at Kui San and scolded him, her body radiating literary energy, looking as if she wanted to perish together with Kui San.

Shen Qianqiu could no longer contain himself; his literary energy coalesced, and it looked like a fight was about to break out.

Upon seeing this, Kui San not only did not restrain himself, but laughed even more arrogantly.

"What? Shen Qianqiu, you want to make a move?"

"This is Tianque City, with City Lord Song here. Do you dare to make a move?"

Shen Qianqiu's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Kui San is right.

This is Tianque City; he cannot make a move here.

Qin Jiaojiao was furious, but Shen Qianqiu stopped her.

"Jiaojiao!"

Seeing Shen Qianqiu's barely suppressed anger, Kui San became even more smug.

He stood with his hands behind his back, chin slightly raised, his eyes full of smugness.

Just then.

A gasp suddenly came from the crowd.

"Look! Someone else is coming out of the spatial rift!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the sky at the same time.

Two figures slowly emerged from the spatial rift that had shrunk to less than five zhang wide.

It was Wang Long and Xu Wanyun.

The two walked at a leisurely pace, as if strolling in their own backyard.

Qin Jiaojiao was the first to see the two of them, and tears welled up instantly. She was so excited that her whole body was trembling.

"Father! Master!"

Her voice, choked with sobs, echoed across the square.

Wang Long heard this, looked down, and saw Qin Jiaojiao standing in the crowd, tears streaming down her face, but her little face was full of joy.

He smiled slightly and nodded gently to Qin Jiaojiao.

Then, holding Xu Wanyun's hand, he slowly descended from the air.

Song Tiange stood on the high platform, her gaze fixed on Wang Long.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Others might not be able to tell, but he saw right through it.

Half-saint!

This old man is actually a half-saint!

Song Tiange's fingers tightened slightly, and his gaze became deep and complex.

He was quite certain that Wang Long had obtained an incredible opportunity in the secret realm.

The leaders of the various sects also noticed something amiss.

"A demigod?!"

An elderly man with white hair cried out in surprise, his voice trembling.

"He's actually at the Half-Saint realm?! How is that possible?!"

"When entering the secret realm, all participants were tested, and the highest score was no more than the peak of the ninth rank."

"In just one month, he broke through from the peak of the ninth rank to the half-saint..."

"This...how is this possible?!"

The other old man's expression also changed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"To leapfrog a major realm in just one month—that's absolutely illogical!"

"Could he have obtained some extraordinary opportunity in the secret realm?"

A murmur of discussion arose, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Wang Long.

There was shock, envy, jealousy, and greed.

But more than anything, it evoked awe.

Half-saint.

Although it is not yet a true holy realm, it has already crossed the most difficult threshold that has kept countless geniuses out.

A demigod is enough to crush all grandmasters and become a regional overlord.

This has led to various powerful factions vying to win him over!

Song Tiange took a deep breath to suppress the shock in her heart, her gaze fixed on Wang Long for a long time.

Kui San stood in a corner of the square, his face extremely grim.

His face looked as if he had been slapped hard.

Burning pain.

He was just now saying smugly that Wang Long was dead.

Now Wang Long has come out alive.

Not only did he survive, but he also broke through to the level of a demigod.

Half-saint!

"Damn it..."

Kui San squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anger and resentment.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers.

"How come he's still alive...?"

"He even broke through to the demigod level..."

"Damn it...damn it...damn it..."

Kui San took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, raised his head, and looked at Wang Long with a sinister gaze.

A terrifying aura erupted from his body, sweeping outwards in all directions!

He had lost his composure and had forgotten the rules of Tianque City!

For the sake of the Puppet Spirit Sect, he had to kill Wang Long!

The oppressive aura of a peak Saint Realm expert was released without reservation!

Like an invisible mountain, it descended from the sky and crushed towards Wang Long!

The oppressive force was overwhelming and surging, distorting and deforming the air wherever it passed.

The bluestone on the ground was crushed and shattered, with fragments flying everywhere.

The surrounding contestants were so shocked by the oppressive aura that they retreated one after another, and some even collapsed to the ground, their faces pale.

Wang Long raised his head and looked at Kui San.

A flash of golden light appeared in his cloudy old eyes.

He did not back down.

He didn't even frown.

The literary energy and spiritual power within his body surged simultaneously, and the Chaotic Dao Body operated to its limit on its own.

One is hard, the other is soft; one is yang, the other is yin—two completely different forces.

They intertwined, coiled, and merged within his body, forming a golden pillar of light that shot skyward from within him!

The oppressive aura of Kui San, a peak Saint Realm cultivator, clashed with Wang Long's semi-Saint aura in mid-air!

boom!!!

A loud bang shook the entire square violently.

The air twisted and deformed, fine cracks appeared on the ground, and gravel flew everywhere.

The surrounding contestants were thrown into the air by the shockwave from the collision, and screams of agony filled the air.

Kui San's eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief.

His peak Saint Realm aura was actually... blocked by a Half-Saint?

Moreover, they didn't fall into a disadvantageous position?

How is that possible!

I am at the peak of the Saint Realm!

But this old man in front of me actually used his semi-saint aura to withstand the pressure of my peak saint realm!

Kui San's face turned bright red, and his veins bulged.

He could sense that although Wang Long's aura was being suppressed, the power contained within that aura was not much weaker than his own.

Moreover, there was a trace of power in Wang Long's aura that made even him feel a chill.

"What is that...?"

Kui San's pupils contracted slightly, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart.

He just couldn't understand why Wang Long was so hard to kill!

Wang Long stood still, his robes fluttering under the oppressive aura, his expression calm.

His body was trembling slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It remained as immovable as a mountain.

His cloudy old eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he stared intently at Kui San.

So what if you're at the peak of the Saint Realm?

Wang Long is never a coward!

If a real fight breaks out, he'll reveal all his cards!

I have full confidence that I can kill Puppet Three here!