C103 (1/2)

Emperor Bing once again took action, disrupting everyone's train of thoughts. Her power, as well as her appearance, complemented each other.

”Powerful. Shocking.” Yun Chen's heart surged. Looking at the Emperor Bing, he seemed to have more emotions. It wasn't that little, but that after too much, he became an unscalable mountain.

As for his servants, Qin Bihai and Lan Yueru, their jade-like hands rubbed against each other as they lamented their fates. At the same time, they also had the thought of attacking for him.

”This should be the final battle soon, right?” Yun Chen said indifferently.

”Master, according to the past years, with less than ten people, the final battle will begin.” Lan Yueru said.

”Master, the first few rings are almost filled with people. If I remember correctly, there should only be eight people left.” Qin Bihai had photographic memory. With a single glance, he knew that he was missing a few people.

”Only eight people left?” Yun Chen muttered, ”Besides the Emperor Bing, who else would it be, Langdao, Qi Xiuyu, and Han Xiuming, plus that woman?” ”Oh right, there's also that cultivator at the peak of the snow-capped mountain. Where are the other two?”

Yun Chen was also looking forward to it. The remaining two people, were extremely mysterious and had never appeared in the scene before.

He rarely raised his head, but now, he was staring closely at the painting. He had a bit of suspicion in his heart, and was prepared to carefully watch the decisive battle, regardless of whether he was ordinary or not. Everyone would pay attention to the decisive battle, even the Sect Master s of the Pingling Sect were no exception.

”Taizu, the final battle is about to begin. In front of the Sound Transmission Stone, the middle-aged man said politely, but he was determined that even if the Taizu acted recklessly, he would not hesitate to make a move.

”Kid, you want to take advantage of when I'm unprepared again?” The old man pursed his lips, looking at the middle-aged man. It was hard to tell if he was angry or smiling.

”Taizu, you must be joking.” The middle-aged man embarrassedly said this, but his expression was very natural. After all these years of scheming, he wasn't flustered at all.

”Hmph. How could I not know?” After the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand and a whirlwind began to spread from the center of the painting until it was nothing more than a bubble.

”The final battle is about to arrive …” Many in the crowd howled in their hearts. They were not nervous, but rather excited. The battles between experts of that level would never exceed their limits, and they would never allow them to view it as boring.

Under the control of the old man, everything on the screen came to an end.

Emperor Bing, cultivator at the summit of the snowy mountain. Langdao, Qi Xiuyu, and Han Xiuming. Besides the woman Du Yin was teasing, the two people that everyone was waiting for slowly appeared.

The two of them were both girls and they had never shown their faces before. Previously, they were not that eye-catching, so naturally, no one noticed them.

However, as soon as they appeared, people immediately recognized them.

”The Remnant Dream of the Cangshang Bee Clan.”

”Lian Xi Dao!”

Following the words of someone, the rest of the people focused their attention on him, especially Yun Chen and Can Yueye. The former reason was related to the Crippled Bee Clan, while the latter reason was due to their special relationship.

”Could it be that Can Yueye came here because of this person?” Yun Chen could not help but glance into the distance, and seeing Can Yueye's happy expression, he had already come to a conclusion in his heart.

”You are all part of the future of Sect, and it is more likely that you are all elites that will climb up to the third group. For this battle, no matter what, you all must do your best, and don't worry about face, if you don't do your best right now, then one of you will definitely perish.”

In front of the sound transmission stone, the old man sat quietly. These words were not his, but rather what the middle-aged man had said.