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Chapter 1089 Million People United As One Man

"Wow! Looks like this young man is only eighteen or nineteen years old. He's actually at the ninth level of the Xiantian realm!"

"That's amazing. As expected of a First Grade Sect expert from the Southern Domain. However, compared to our Northern Domain, it's still a bit lacking."

The audience's sense of superiority arose spontaneously. Each of them held their chests up, not to mention how proud they were.

The messengers of the Red Tassel Sect also whispered to each other, pointing at Xiang Nan.

The leading messenger smiled faintly, "I've heard that there are many experts from the Primordial Chaos Sect. However, they are far away in the Southern Domain and have never had the opportunity to visit them."

"Today, it seems that the number one expert in the Primordial Chaos Sect is indeed not comparable to our Red Tassel Sect. He is still slightly lacking in quality."

"Maybe I'll go to the Primordial Chaos Sect and give them some pointers when I'm free."

"Aiya, that won't do." In the spectator stands, a wealthy man hurriedly said, "You can't pass on the martial arts knowledge of our Northern Region to the Southern Region. If they are behind, then let them fall behind."

The messenger smiled and said freely, "The martial dao is the dao of all martial artists in the world. We should naturally carry forward it, not preserve it."

"Well said!" Wu Delong praised loudly, "I'll accompany you someday! Go to the Primordial Chaos Sect and preach martial arts!"

Standing on the arena, Xiang Nan coldly watched them sing together and complacently boast.

"Alright, the younger generation of the Wu Clan will listen." The eldest son of Wu Delong shouted.

The younger generations of the Wu Clan responded loudly one after another. They were filled with imposing auras, and they seemed to want to do something big.

The eldest son said, "Today, there are a total of 46 Wu Clan juniors participating in the election. They are set to be between the ages of 17 and 20. The winners will have to defeat their friends from the Primordial Chaos Sect."

"If you win and lose to Young Master Xiang of the Primordial Chaos Sect, you will be considered eliminated."

The audience immediately cried out in shock. Someone said with admiration, "Old Master Wu Delong, you're really not biased. You actually set such cruel rules."

Another person echoed, "Wu Delong, there is a Dragon of Virtue!"

The game is about to begin.

Forty-six younger generations drew lots one by one and divided them into pairs.

Obviously, the drawing of lots had been arranged. The so-called Qing'er and Hong'er were both ranked first and second from the bottom. They were obviously going to be the finale.

First of all, there were two juniors fighting. One was at the eighth level of the Xiantian realm, the other was at the ninth level of the Xiantian realm. Both of them were wielding swords.

The two of them exchanged blows on the arena. They were very carefree. As the sword shadows flickered, their gazes were exceptionally sharp, as if they were going to fight to the death with each other.

The Red Tassel Sect's messengers watched and nodded non-stop. Someone would suddenly point out two moves on the spur of the moment.

In the end, the ninth level Xiantian disciple narrowly won with one move.

Next, he was going to fight with the "Primordial Chaos Sect's Young Master Xiang".

Xiang Nan also walked over with a long sword in his hand and cupped his fists, "Please …"

The winning brat was in high spirits. While Xiang Nan was speaking, he suddenly thrust his sword towards the space between Xiang Nan's eyebrows.

Xiang Nan's right hand shook, and his left hand lightly flicked on the boy's sword. With a clang, the boy released his sword!

As for Xiang Nan, he took a step forward and placed the sword on the boy's neck.

Everyone's eyes widened in horror as they stared at Xiang Nan like they were looking at a monster.

The next five consecutive battles were like this!

Every winning junior had to fight against Xiang Nan, and almost all of them had been defeated by Xiang Nan in one move and two moves.

Xiang Nan obeyed Wu Delong's orders and deliberately wanted to win quickly.

As a result, the atmosphere at the scene became exceptionally oppressive.

Everyone was so worried that their hearts rose to their throats.

That Wu Delong's arrangement was extremely ingenious, what he wanted was this result! What he wanted was a tense atmosphere!

Only in this way would the audience be able to unite against the foreign enemies of the Southern Domain.

Under such circumstances, the last few younger generations of the Wu Clan would suddenly win and defeat Xiang Nan. That way, they would be able to create a heroic image of the Wu Clan's younger generation camp.

This was an attempt to build momentum.

As expected, after Xiang Nan easily defeated the tenth martial artist junior, the audience cried out in shock.

Even the messengers of the Red Tassel Sect began to worry.

There were even people who quietly went over to ask Wu Delong how this match would continue.

"The Primordial Chaos Sect is indeed formidable, far beyond our imagination."

The messenger frowned and said, "Yes, I didn't expect his combat skills to be so outstanding. This is the case in our Red Tassel Sect. I'm afraid that he is also a famous figure."

"Old Master Wu, your Wu Clan has a heavy responsibility. You can't lose face in your own territory. I'll leave it to you. You must win."

Wu Delong nodded with a difficult expression, "Don't worry, even if I, Wu Delong, fight to the death with the last junior of our clan, I can't lose face in the Northern Region!"

"This is good. This is the style of a Grandmaster." The messenger was extremely touched.

Their conversation could not escape the ears of Xiang Nan and the others. These four were true experts, and they could hear every word clearly.

Xiao Jun lowered his head in shame. He felt that Wu Delong's acting was truly shameful.

Xiao He sneered and cursed at Wu Delong eighteen times in his heart.

The match continued, and Xiang Nan defeated the eleventh, twelfth, fourteen, and eighteen.

Eighteen battles, eighteen consecutive victories.

The atmosphere at the scene was already as oppressive as the eve of a storm, as if the sky had become much shorter.

The audience was sad, embarrassed, and even more eager to win.

Someone shouted for the Wu Clan to cheer, but the audience all shouted together.

Wu Delong jumped onto the arena at the right time and cupped his fists and cupped his hands to the crowd. "Thank you for your respect, my Wu Clan will definitely throw out their heads and sprinkle their blood. They will also seize back the honor for our Northern Region!"

His words instantly captured the hearts of the people and gained unprecedented support.

But then, Xiang Nan defeated the nineteenth and twentieth.

There were only the last three groups left, and there were a total of six Martial Clan juniors.

Wu Delong quietly gave Xiang Nan a look and waved Xiao Jun's life talisman in his sleeve.

It's about time.

In the first battle, it was Hong'er who won and wanted to fight against Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan walked towards her and cupped his fists, "Please …"

"Pfft!" Hong'er spat on Xiang Nan's chest and scolded, "Dog thief! You dare to show off your might in the Northern Domain? You really have the guts to eat the Bear Heart Leopard!"

A little girl with a logo spitting at a grown man was a bit unsightly.

However, this Hong'er's actions had won him a lot of praise.

Everyone in the Northern Region was united in their determination to defeat the Southern Region's "dog thieves" today!

Originally, Xiang Nan had no expression, but after seeing Wu Delong's threatening gaze, he could only pretend to be angry. He laughed loudly and said, "Northern Region martial artists don't even have a single one that can fight, yet they still dare to speak out loud in front of me?"

"What are you talking about!" Many Red Tassel Sect messengers stood up one after another and pointed at Xiang Nan and cursed angrily.

The audience also cursed, and someone even threw a wine jar at Xiang Nan.

Hong'er's nose twitched in anger and said, "Look at the sword!"