I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

Zhu Xin's failure left the cultivators below speechless. Some were shocked, some were surprised, some had mixed feelings, and some were confused, but no one dared to go up on stage again. It wasn't that they were cowardly; they simply knew their own limitations.

Zhang Jian calmed himself down on the stage. He seemed to have suffered no injuries in the battle just now, and was as relaxed as ever, but in reality, he had put in a lot of effort, but he just didn't show it to everyone.

"That's about enough!" At this moment, Zhang Jian subconsciously glanced at the people of the four clans around him and thought to himself.

Just a few breaths later, he spoke to those people again, asking, "Who else?"

These three words were very plain, but it was precisely this plainness that made everyone feel a domineering aura, leaving them even more speechless.

"Tsk tsk tsk! This guy is really arrogant!" Dao San's female disciple was staring at Zhang Jian from an inconspicuous spot below, her thoughts slightly shifting. Not only her, but also the person from the Yan Sheng Clan who might know Huang Quan narrowed his eyes, looking at them as if he was eager to try.

However, just like last time when Yan Da beat them to it, this time before they could even make a move, a man in a gray robe appeared on the platform with a whoosh, right before everyone's eyes.

What's a bit strange is that this person didn't show his real face, but instead wore a skull mask, giving him a somewhat evil look at first glance.

"Hmm? Who... is this person?" Zhang Shen couldn't help but ask this question, and he wasn't the only one; everyone present was already thinking about it.

“There’s no trace of the Zhutian Clan or the Yansheng Clan. The Daoling Clan only has one disciple, so it shouldn’t be a member of the Dijian Clan. That’s a bit strange!” Zhu Yongri’s expression shifted slightly, as if he had already used his profound senses to observe the gray-robed masked man.

"A perfect Nirvana Realm cultivation, hehe! Interesting." Yan Tian of the Yan Sheng Clan smirked.

However, among these people, there were also those who were unaware of the truth. For example, the Black Nether Venerable from the Imperial Demon Realm only had a brief moment of doubt about the gray-robed masked man before a sense of disbelief arose in her heart.

Fortunately, she was no ordinary person. The moment she thought of the answer, she hid it in her heart. In short, she acted as if nothing had happened, quietly watching the stage.

"Tsk tsk tsk! This guy... he's really unpredictable!" Black Nether Venerable thought to herself, a smile appearing on her lovely face. Clearly, she had taken an interest in the gray-robed masked man, and a very strong one at that.

Looking at the platform again, perhaps because of the gray-robed masked man, the people of the four tribes around them started discussing again.

"Who is this person? And why is he wearing a mask? He's acting all mysterious," a disciple of the Emperor Sword Clan asked in confusion.

"He doesn't seem to be one of our four clans. Could it be that a stranger has infiltrated?" a disciple of the Yansheng clan guessed.

“Impossible! With our Emperor Sword Clan’s Icefield Barrier, it’s absolutely impossible for someone at the Nirvana Realm to sneak in without an invitation,” another Emperor Sword Clan disciple said.

"What do you mean? This guy is very likely one of the disciples of our four clans, right? But why is he wearing a mask?" A disciple of the Bamboo Sky Clan asked, even more puzzled.

"Who knows? Maybe it's just a unique hobby of his!" said the Yan Sheng Clan disciple who had spoken earlier.

"No! Not necessarily!" At this moment, the one who spoke was not an ordinary person, but the only disciple of Dao Ling Clan's Dao San, the woman in white. Her words naturally attracted the attention of those around her.

Ignoring the stares, the woman in white paused for a moment before continuing, "I suspect this guy might be from outside the four clans, because the patriarch of the Emperor Sword Clan invited outsiders to this marriage ceremony, such as the Black Nether Venerable from the Imperial Demon Domain."

"Oh? That makes sense," the disciple of the Bamboo Sky Clan nodded.

In short, at this moment, many people made various speculations about the gray-robed masked man's movements, and the one closest to the truth was the woman in white.

My gaze shifted to the platform.

The gray-robed man wearing a skull mask made eye contact with Zhang Jian.

Like the others below, Zhang Jian frowned, wondering about the identity of the person in front of him. However, he didn't like people who were secretive, so he lost all goodwill the moment he saw the gray-robed, masked man.

“State your name, I will not fight an unknown person!” Zhang Jian said bluntly.

However, the next moment, something that shocked Zhang Shen and Zhu Tianri, the disciples of the four clans below, and Zhang Hu and others hiding all around, happened directly before their eyes, or rather, reached their ears.

Because the gray-robed masked man suddenly started singing after hearing Zhang Jian's question.

That's right, without any warning or expectation, this person, who looked rather serious at first glance, suddenly started singing, and he sang terribly.

"I'm a little duck, quack quack! I'm a little duck, quack quack! I'm a little duck, quack quack, quack quack!!"

The gray-robed, masked man sang loudly, even dancing along to the song. Although his dancing wasn't great, it was still quite comical, leaving everyone stunned. They all stared at the singer on stage in astonishment, speechless for a long time.

In contrast to them, Zhang Jian froze on the spot the moment he heard the song, his eyes wide open, his shock undisguised.

But his shock wasn't because of the song, but because of the person singing it. He swallowed hard, completely flustered. If he were still fighting Zhu Xin at this moment, Zhu Xin would likely defeat him in one fell swoop. Even if it wasn't Zhu Xin, almost anyone with a bit of strength could turn the tide and win.

However, the gray-robed masked man did not take the opportunity to attack. He simply stopped singing and quietly looked at Zhang Jian. At this moment, Zhang Jian's emotions were extremely complicated.

On the other hand, since the gray-robed masked man stopped singing, the bewildered crowd finally came to their senses.

"Are you crazy?! What kind of song is this?! It's so awful, I almost threw up, you know?" a disciple of the Bamboo Sky Clan shouted.

"Doesn't this person... feel ashamed?" A disciple of the Flame Clan raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of indignation.

"I want to plug my ears, I want to plug my ears, I must plug my ears! It's so awful, it's really so awful! Ahhh!" A disciple of the Imperial Sword Clan said as he put his hands on his ears, showing how much he was suffering.

Unlike these negative examples, the young man from the Yan Sheng clan who Huang Quan might know felt a sudden sense of familiarity upon hearing the voice. He felt as if he had heard it somewhere before, which made him ponder.

The white-clad woman from the Daoling Clan felt the same way, but unlike the young man from the Yansheng Clan, she not only felt a sense of familiarity, but her heart also began to pound, which puzzled her greatly.

"That voice? Why?" the woman in white murmured, a hint of reminiscence suddenly appearing in her eyes as she looked at the man in the gray robe and mask.

"Hahahaha! This kid really loves to show off!! Hahahaha!" The Black Nether Venerable of the Azure Pavilion laughed inwardly, but on the surface he remained calm and silent.

"What is he doing?" Takenaga asked, puzzled.

"Who knows what he's doing?" Zhang Shen replied, but perhaps because of his father's identity, he vaguely sensed Zhang Shen's abnormality, which made him frown and become even more puzzled.

"Interesting! Although the singing is terrible, it doesn't seem like it's just for show! It seems... there's some purpose behind it." Yan Sheng laughed.

His words also drew the attention of the people from Qingge to the gray-robed, masked man.

Unlike these people, Liu Xiyao, dressed in red, trembled slightly upon hearing the song. A faint smile appeared on her lips, but she quickly concealed it, just like the Black Nether Venerable.

"He's here! He's here!" Liu Xiyao exclaimed, her excitement, though not obvious, was definitely there!

Furthermore, perhaps not wanting to hear the gray-robed masked man's singing anymore, most of the cultivators below showed signs of "attacking him en masse".

"Young Master! Quickly get him off the stage! I really can't stand his singing anymore!"

"That's right! That's right! Blow him off the stage! Blow him off the stage!!" In an instant, the people of the four clans shouted in unison to Zhang Jian, which was a rare sight of unity among the four clans.

However, Zhang Jian ignored these people, as did the gray-robed masked man. They looked at each other, as if they had entered a world that belonged only to the two of them, very peaceful and natural.

At this moment, Zhang Jian spoke up: "You came up on stage... what do you want me to do?"

Huang Quan knew that Zhang Jian was deliberately changing the subject. He didn't expose him, nor did he want to. After all, he did have something to do, which was why he was on stage. So, after calming himself down, he nodded and said, "Yes, I want you to admit defeat."

"Admit defeat?" Zhang Jian raised an eyebrow, naturally puzzled, but he knew the other party would explain everything, so he didn't care too much.

That was indeed the case. Soon Huang Quan explained, "The bride you are going to marry is a friend of mine. Her father told me that as long as I win this competition, he will not force his daughter."

"Oh?" Zhang Jian immediately fell into deep thought.

Zhang Jian wasn't stupid; on the contrary, he was exceptionally clever. Huang Quan had only said a few words, yet he understood the matter almost perfectly, perhaps even a little too much.

At that moment, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he glanced at Huang Quan with a knowing look, and then said, "Tsk tsk tsk! Not bad, kid! You actually managed to hook up with the daughter of a Heavenly Monarch cultivator. It seems your luck with women is really..."

“What romantic luck? This is just something I owed her before, and now… it’s time to pay it back.” Huang Quan quickly interrupted Zhang Jian and said.

"Okay, okay! I understand! I understand perfectly!" Zhang Jian suddenly asked again, "What else is there?"

"Besides that?" Huang Quan feigned ignorance.

"Yes! Did you come here just to repay a favor? Is there nothing else?" At this moment, Zhang Jian looked at Huang Quan and said seriously.

Zhang Jian guessed that Huang Quan was able to come to the Icefield Cave Heaven because of Zhu Yongyue. After all, the only person who could let Huang Quan in was Liu Xiyao's father. But judging from Huang Quan's behavior just now, he felt that Huang Quan should have some other plans. This was a man's sixth sense, but he was just a little uncertain.

Thus, the two began to discuss another matter. However, the people of the four tribes around the platform were filled with doubt as they saw that the two had not started fighting for a long time.

While Huang Quan was talking to Zhang Jian, he had secretly set up a soundproof barrier just to be on the safe side. Apart from the old guys in the Qing Pavilion, it was almost impossible for anyone to hear them.

Those old guys probably wouldn't be so idle as to eavesdrop on the younger generation. They are all people of status, and in this situation, pretending to be a reclusive master is what a senior should do. Therefore, they wouldn't care too much about what the younger generation is doing.

"What's going on? What are they talking about?" a disciple of the Bamboo Sky Clan asked, puzzled.

"Who knows! But it seems they've reached some kind of agreement," a disciple of the Yansheng clan guessed.

"Are they still going to fight? This is such a waste of time!" a disciple of the Emperor Sword Clan said unhappily.

"Heh!" Another disciple of the Bamboo Sky Clan scoffed, "It's as if you'll go up on stage and have a go at one of them after they decide their winner."

"Tsk! You can't say that. Even if I don't go up, are you sure no one else will? There are so many people here, there must be someone who wants to try." The Emperor Sword Clan disciple retorted.

Just as this person finished speaking, a man in red from the Yan Sheng clan suddenly spoke up: "That's right!"

These words immediately attracted the attention of most of the cultivators. There was no suspense; the man in red was the same person Huang Quan might have known.

"Who is he?" a member of the Zhutian clan asked, puzzled.

"I don't know," a member of the Emperor Sword Clan shook his head.

Not only the people of the Bamboo Sky Clan and the Emperor Sword Clan, but even the people of the Flame Life Clan themselves seemed to have no impression of this man in red, so most of them acted very indifferently. Only the woman in white subconsciously frowned when she looked at the man in red.

"This person... is a bit unusual," the woman in white thought to herself.

At the same time, the man in red had already approached the platform. He looked at the two people on the platform, his eyes flashed, and he had the idea of ​​going up on the platform.

But at that moment, Zhang Song and Zhang Qing suddenly stood in front of the man in red.

"Stop!" Zhang Song said calmly.

"Why?" the man in red asked.

“They’re not done yet,” Zhang Qing replied.

“If we don’t fight, it’s as good as over,” the man in red jade said indifferently.

“No! As long as none of them step down, the battle is not over,” Zhang Song said.

"Is that so? The rules don't say anything about prohibiting three-person brawls, do they?" the man in red said, his eyes flashing.

“This…” Zhang Qing and Zhang Song exchanged a glance, seemingly conflicted.

"Since you don't have one, then don't stop me," the man in red said even more indifferently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and resolutely rushed onto the stage.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

Chapter 216 Defeat

A slightly domineering voice reached everyone's ears, including the man in red.

"Our battle is not over yet. If you come up... I will attack you together with this brother. If you think you are capable of fighting the two of us, then come on up!"

Unsurprisingly, the person who said those words was Zhang Jian. He stared intently at the man in red, clearly with a provocative air.

Upon hearing this, the man in red frowned, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied as he pondered for a moment. However, despite this, he didn't act impulsively, as he didn't possess the strength to fight two opponents at once.

"Zhang Jian! I know you're strong, but I don't think I'm weaker than you. I can give you face now that you're in your Emperor Sword Clan, but I hope you can finish your fight with this guy quickly." After these standard villainous words, the man in red slowly retreated.

However, Zhang Jian ignored the guy completely and focused his attention back on Huang Quan.