C112 (1/2)
As expected, after Mu Yu entered, no one stopped him. The people inside the Soul Hall shuttled back and forth, and everyone wore the exact same grey robe as him.
”The martial arts competition is about to begin. Let's hurry up and go. Although we're not strong enough, it's still quite fun to watch.”
”This time, the first place will not only receive a generous reward, but will also be able to take the Gu Clan Princess as a wife. I'm so envious of her.”
The voices of a few disciples from the Hall of Souls could be heard by Mu Yu.
Ancient Princess? ”Isn't that just smoke?
Mu Yu made up his mind, and followed closely behind the few disciples.
Not long later, Mu Yu arrived at an empty place, which was currently surrounded by hundreds of disciples.
The cheers were like a tsunami, deafening and resounding.
At this time, there were already two disciples of the Hall of Souls fighting against each other on the stage.
The difference in strength between the two was obvious. It was only a few moves, but the skinny disciple already kicked the other disciple off the stage and spat out saliva.
”He can't even withstand a single blow!” The skinny disciple disdainfully replied.
”Sigh, the difference between us ordinary disciples and ten jades is too great, even Wang Ming, who is at the end of the line, is not someone we can go up against.”
”Who told the Hall Master to give the best resources to the ten jades every time? That's why the ten jades is so far away from us.”
”Forget it, let's not bother with the normal disciples anymore. This time's rewards and the Gu Clan's Princess will definitely not be able to escape the ten jades's grasp.”
Below the stage, all the ordinary disciples were shaking their heads and sighing. Facing the strong ten jades, they had difficulty resisting in their hearts.
”A bunch of trash. None of them are enough for me, Wang Ming, to fight.”
Seeing the cowardly look of the disciples below, the eyes of the skinny disciple Wang Ming seemed extremely arrogant.
”With just this bit of strength, he dares to be so arrogant!”
At this time, a young stranger's voice came from below the stage.
All the disciples looked over when they heard this.
He saw a youth, who was only around sixteen years old, slowly walking towards the stage.