klisemfg Chapter 2422
Chapter 2422
The Night King's taunts and clamor were like a heavy thunderclap, crashing down on the void command platform of Boundless City, unleashing all the pressure on the leaders of the various holy lands.
Yes, among the top-tier Heavenly God commanders openly in the cultivator camp, only Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao have not yet taken to the battle.
But the six-winged spirit king, Xu You, is a ruthless character who can easily defeat Gu Ningbing. His army of 108,000 celestial beings is even more powerful. Even if one of Zhe or Tu were to join the fight, would they really have a chance of winning?
At this moment, on and off the Void Command Platform, countless gazes converged on Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao, some expectant, some urging, and some secretly observing.
The disciples of the two holy lands all looked up to these two top holy sons and daughters, and at this moment they shouted in unison, their voices resounding throughout the Boundless City.
"The Sacred Land of Immortals! The Holy Maiden requests to fight!"
"Supreme Holy Land! The Holy Son requests to fight!"
The sounds rose and fell, carrying with them the enthusiasm and anticipation of a million cultivators.
Only Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao knew that they were not people who would be blinded by passion—the Immortal Ancient Land and the Supreme Holy Land were of one mind, and the two of them knew Gu Ningbing's strength better than anyone else.
Even with the support of a heaven-defying treasure, Gu Ningbing still suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Xu You. The two of them had absolutely no confidence in winning.
Sometimes, once the gears of fate begin to turn, one has no choice but to accept the consequences.
At this moment, surrounded by two million Celestial Immortals and over a million Void Realm cultivators from the two holy lands, Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao felt as if they were being roasted on a fire, caught in a dilemma.
If one dares not request to fight, one will surely lose one's prestige and reputation within the sect and become a laughing stock among one's fellow practitioners; but if one does request to fight, and the June Commander agrees, the outcome will either be a crushing defeat and utter loss of face, or death and dissipation of one's soul.
June had already secretly made arrangements with Chen Xuan. Seeing this, she did not rush to express her opinion. Instead, she stood with her hands behind her back in the center of the command platform, quietly watching the farce unfold. Her gaze swept lightly over Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao, with a hint of coldness hidden in her eyes.
He always remembered Chen Xuan's warning about everything that happened on the outer building of the 109th floor—that Chen Xuan and the Immortal Ancient and the Supreme Holy Land would inevitably have a battle sooner or later.
This behavior is intended to take the opportunity to suppress Zhe Linhai and his group, and to dampen the arrogance of the two holy lands.
Chen Xuan stood in the formation of the Heartless Holy Land, watching the two men in a dilemma. Although he felt a sense of satisfaction, he was mindful of the overall battle situation and slowly raised his hand, preparing to ask for permission to fight and end the stalemate.
But just as he was about to finish speaking, Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao could no longer contain themselves. They both raised their hands simultaneously, their voices ringing out loudly throughout the hall:
"The Holy Land of Immortals, Saintess Tu Qianjiao, requests to challenge the Mysterious Elf King!"
"The Supreme Holy Land, the Holy Son Zhe Linhai, requests to fight the strange army!"
Upon hearing this, the ancestor of the Immortal Ancient Holy Land, Daoist Xiantai, and Daoist Weixiu of the Supreme Holy Land, their expressions suddenly darkened. They immediately used their divine sense to send a telepathic message to stop them, but they were still a step too late—their calls to fight had already spread throughout the battlefield and could no longer be stopped.
Immediately, the disciples of the two holy lands, Immortal Ancient and Supreme, became even more excited, their cheers shaking the heavens, as if as long as one of the two stepped down, they could unilaterally sweep away the Six-Winged Elf King, the Weasel, and reverse all the decline.
Just then, a slow yet penetrating voice rang out, drowning out some of the cheers and clearly reaching the ears of every cultivator:
"The Holy Land of Heartlessness, Holy Son Chen Xuan, requests to lead the army of the strange beings!"
Chen Xuan slowly raised his hand, his expression calm and his tone even, yet carrying an undeniable confidence.
As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, countless gazes converged on him, some with surprise, some with doubt, and some with subconscious mockery.
A hint of doubt flashed in Zhe Linhai and Tu Qianjiao's eyes. Their minds raced as they hurriedly considered how to gracefully relinquish the opportunity to volunteer for the battle, so as not to lose face and to avoid this deadly fight.