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Chapter 247: He’s the One Who Killed Them!
🕑 Added 2024-10-19 08:42:35 +0000 UTCIn the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
Outside the trial space, the scene was still packed with people.
However, unlike before, when the crowd was primarily young geniuses, the gathering now consisted mostly of older generation experts representing the major forces.
At this moment, all these powerful figures hovered in the air, encircling the enormous sphere in the sky, forming a massive ring.
They had even used their mastery of the laws to create floating platforms, where they sat, sipping tea and wine leisurely.
"What do you think? Which of these young people has the best chance?"
A grandly dressed elder asked with a smile.
"Naturally, it’s the young lords of the Four Imperial Clans—the Moon family’s Yue Chengxian from the East, the Hong family’s Hong Menyan from the South, the Zhou family’s Zhou Fang from the West, and the Wang family’s Wang Chengkun from the North. Each one is a peerless talent."
Someone nearby responded confidently.
However, noticing a slight change in the grand elder’s expression, the person quickly added, "Of course, Old Meng’s grandson, Meng Wushuang, is no less capable than the young lords of the Four Imperial Clans. He too has a great chance."
Immediately.
The grand elder leaned back in satisfaction, then smiled modestly:
"Oh, not at all. My Wushuang is still lacking compared to those four young lords. It’s only thanks to the seniors of the Crimson Dawn Region holding him in high regard that he’s been named one of the Five Heroes of Crimson Dawn. It shouldn’t be taken too seriously."
"But if you ask me, Wushuang’s reputation is really just a result of the comparison with his peers."
Inwardly, though, he was quite proud.
His grandson, though not born into one of the Four Imperial Clans, had never been outshined by their young lords in terms of performance.
In fact, he believed that, given equal circumstances, his grandson would outshine them all, reigning supreme over the Crimson Dawn Region.
His grandson, Meng Wushuang, had the bearing of a future Emperor!
The surrounding elders listened in silence. Most chose to remain quiet, though one elder from the Wang family of the Northern Imperial Clan smirked disdainfully, in a way reminiscent of Wei Xiang, but said nothing.
Still, that mocking smile spoke volumes, expressing his contempt without the need for words.
Seeing this, the grand elder rolled his eyes and turned away, holding onto his fragile pride.
"Hmph, just you wait. Let’s see who gets the last laugh when the results come in!"
Both parties thought the same thing, though neither dared to voice it for fear of losing face.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a massive pillar of light shot up from the trial space, illuminating the enormous sphere.
"The results are in!"
"Someone has climbed the Legacy Stairway!!"
Cries of astonishment erupted, and all eyes locked onto the massive sphere.
The previously opaque sphere was now lit up by the pillar of light, like a candle in the dark, revealing everything inside.
They saw a figure standing atop an altar in the center of the sphere, right hand raised, seemingly shouting triumphantly.
Light erupted from beneath him, transforming into a beam that enveloped him, illuminating the entire world...
"Who is that? I’ve never seen him before."
"Which family is he from?"
"I thought the Five Heroes of Crimson Dawn were outstanding enough, but I never expected someone even more impressive!"
One person muttered in surprise, reminiscent of Cao Cao’s famous exclamations.
Most, however, were left speechless, especially the grand elder and the representatives of the Four Imperial Clans, their faces turning pale with barely concealed frustration.
Shocked!
Humiliated!
Utterly disgraced!
They had all believed their own young talents were destined to win, only to have an unknown figure snatch the prize.
It was even more unbearable for those who had already boasted about their juniors, only to end up utterly embarrassed.
It was as if the banquet to celebrate their children’s success had been prepared, the guests had already handed over their congratulatory gifts, only to find out... the admission letter was fake.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
At this moment, countless figures were expelled from the trial space, as if the trial space itself had ejected them.
"Elder!"
"Grandfather!"
"Patriarch!"
Many young people rushed tearfully toward their family elders, falling to their knees on the invisible platforms, sliding forward in midair as if kneeling on an invisible floor.
"Elder, you must avenge my brother! He was killed in the secret realm!"
"Patriarch, your grandson…"
"Patriarch, the young lord has…"
One after another, the young survivors knelt, heads bowed in grief, reporting tragic news.
In short, their people had been killed!
The sheer volume of bad news overwhelmed the crowd, silencing the sky, plunging it into oppressive stillness.
Some were breathing heavily, others drawing deep breaths, while some visibly trembled, faces pale as the magnitude of the losses sank in.
"How could this be? My grandson, Meng Wushuang, has the bearing of an Emperor. How could he possibly be dead…"
The grand elder’s face turned ashen, his body shaking as if he might collapse at any moment.
"The young lord has fallen… this is a catastrophe."
The elders of the Four Imperial Clans also trembled, their hearts turning cold.
Finally, in perfect sync, the grief-stricken survivors lifted their heads and, with hoarse, trembling voices, asked:
"Who killed them?"
"It was him!!"
In an instant, all the kneeling youths pointed simultaneously toward the black-clad youth bathed in the pillar of light.
At that very moment, Qin Zi, still within the pillar of light, was lifted up as if by an elevator, rising out of the trial space.
Suddenly, he felt countless murderous gazes lock onto him, making his skin crawl.
"What is this?!"
Qin Zi’s eyes widened, like a deer caught in headlights, filled with panic and confusion as he stared at the crowd.
"It’s him! He insulted the Han family. My brother went to confront him and never returned. When I found my brother’s body, it had been mauled beyond recognition by beasts!"
"Yes, my senior brother also went to find him, but then he vanished. No body, no trace."
"It was him! Although I didn’t see him kill the young lord, the young lord did say he was going to confront him, and then… never came back."
The young survivors began to accuse him.
In truth, many of them weren’t even sure Qin Zi was responsible. Some deaths were clearly caused by other reasons. But now that there was a scapegoat, they naturally pinned all the blame on him.
And so, all the accusations converged on Qin Zi.
"Seize him!"
The grand elder roared in fury, reaching out with his right hand to conjure an enormous hand that stretched across the sky, grasping toward Qin Zi.
And he wasn’t alone. Other powerful figures also made their moves, all seeking to capture Qin Zi and exact their vengeance!
"Whoosh!"
Countless massive hands filled the sky, blotting out the sun.
"What… what is going on?!"
Qin Zi was dumbfounded. He had spent half a month battling his way through the trial, constantly being challenged by others.
He had fought hundreds of people and barely made it to the second layer. He hadn’t even found the token to enter the first layer.
Then, he had accidentally stepped into a crude and childish formation, and suddenly, he was transported to the altar at the top of the Legacy Stairway, leading to the current situation.
"Enough!"
Just as the countless hands were about to seize Qin Zi, a powerful voice echoed across the sky.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
At the same time, all the giant hands disintegrated, and an overwhelming pressure spread across the heavens.
A white-haired man in flowing robes descended slowly from the sky.
It was none other than the Crimson Dawn Palace Master.
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