Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 552 - 551 pureblood

Feeling he had taken the upper hand with words, Zhou Bai left the Heavenly Imperial Platform quite satisfied.

Christina said anxiously, "That's it? It's over? We're not going to beat them up? They don't believe we're that awesome!"

"I'm so mad! I can't believe they don't think we're that awesome!"

"I really want to go beat them up right now!!"

Zhou Bai chuckled, "Tina, you're still too impulsive. Acting cool has to be like cooking small fresh fish; it should be done with the flow, naturally. If it's too forced, you fall into inferiority."

Christina still seemed impatient, "But I can't help it, I want to act cool now! I want to beat them up right on the spot!"

Zhou Bai said, "If you can't restrain yourself, then you lose. Didn't you hear the rules we just discussed? Fighting privately means direct disqualification, and how many people would want to see us like that?"

Although Zhou Bai hadn't been paying attention while the Immortal was speaking, he had listened carefully to the part about the competition rules.

"Tina, remember, patience is the foundation of all clever strategies."

"Let's verbally tease them for now, and tomorrow on the stage, I'll teach you one hundred and eight ways to show off. That will have the best effect and leave the most lasting impression in everyone's hearts."

Christina rolled back and forth in the sea of consciousness, scratching her ears and cheeks in frustration, "This is so hard... I feel like I won't be able to sleep tonight."

On the other side, Zheng Wentian had a look of collapse on his face, "Damn it, I wanted to keep a low profile, but now... I'm afraid that before dinner today, all the Immortal gods in Central City will know I'm back."

Unable to help himself, Zheng Wentian turned his head and said, "Zhou Bai! Can't you be a little more low-key?! Now we've become the target of everyone's arrows. This is Central City, the territory of the Immortal gods, the home of their kind; who knows how many arrangements they have here..."

Listening to Zheng Wentian's endless chatter, Zhou Bai directly pinched his mouth shut, "Relax, Old Zheng, just relax. It's fine, I've got your back. Let me know if anyone bullies you. I'll make you realize those points you invested in me weren't given for nothing..."

Zheng Wentian felt somewhat reassured at first, but then, upon remembering the points he had bet on Zhou Bai, his heart started to ache again.

The two walked a few steps when Zhou Bai suddenly wrinkled his brows, turned his head, and said to Qian Wangsun, "What are you looking at? Aren't you leaving?"

Qian Wangsun, gazing at the Human Emperor Sword in the sky, with countless streams of light flickering in his eyes, heard Zhou Bai and put his blindfold back on, saying to the sword, "This Human Emperor Sword... seems a bit strange."

Zhou Bai asked, "What's wrong?"

"It seems like it's watching us..." Qian Wangsun shook his head, "Perhaps it's just my imagination, let's go, I'm starving."

Zhou Bai's gaze swept back and forth over the other competitors, "Zuo Dao didn't come to participate in the Daluo Heaven debate this time?"

Not far from Zhou Bai, Meng Ruocun looked at him with an expression as if he'd seen a ghost, "Is this guy crazy? Better to stay away from him in the future... One simply can't be friends with someone like that, it would bring disaster upon oneself."

In another direction, the Mysterious Lady watched the situation around Zhou Bai with great interest, her eyes revealing a deep-seated hatred as she chuckled, "This guy is still as obnoxious as ever, isn't he? He must think he's got this win in the bag? I really want to reveal his identity soon, I can't wait to see his hopeful face turn to utter despair."

Beside her, Sun Jingping frowned, "Zhou Bai? That Zhou Bai is your target? You've turned me into this... and specially participated in the Daluo Heaven debate just to deal with this Zhou Bai?"

He could not help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. This Zhou Bai… even all the contestants of the Daluo Heaven debate, what were these people compared to the true terrors?

Since the incident with Gu Letian, the Daluo Heaven debate now seemed to Sun Jingping like nothing more than child's play, just a show manipulated by the Immortals.

'They know nothing about the true horrors and evil of this world.'

Seeing the angry Sun Jingping, the mysterious woman chuckled lightly, "You will understand." Having said that, she turned and left, taking Sun Jingping to the Evil Sect's headquarters.

As all the contestants left, the Immortals in attendance also departed one after another.

The Emperor's Sword slowly descended in front of Tianyang Zi, and the voice of the Supreme Heavenly Venerate filled the air, "Tianyang Zi, you will take care of the Emperor's Sword from now on and ensure this session of the Daluo Heaven debate is carried out successfully."

Tianyang Zi respectfully took the Emperor's Sword, and once everyone had left, leaving only Tianyang Zi and the leader of the thirty-six humble Immortals on the platform.

It was then that the head steward of Wanxian Island finally said softly, "Emperor's Sword, Emperor's Sword, it seems that now in this world, probably no one can wield you anymore."

He looked at the Emperor's Sword in his hand as if he was reminiscing about something.

Beside Tianyang Zi, the leader of the thirty-six humble Immortals also sighed, gazing at the Emperor's Sword and said, "Old pal, long time no see."

Then, he looked towards Tianyang Zi and asked, "Are we certain that no one can wield the Emperor's Sword anymore?"

Tianyang Zi shook his head, "At least with our technology, we are no longer able to create newborns with pure human bloodlines. The distortion of Heavenly Dao's timing was too inconvenient... Even if there really were descendants of Great Xia, I'm not optimistic that they could wield the Emperor's Sword."

Tianyang Zi gently stroked the blade of the Emperor's Sword, sighing, "Now, the Emperor's Sword is more of a symbol than it is practical in function. This year's top ranker of the Daluo Heaven debate, no matter who it is, will not be able to invoke its true power."

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Meanwhile, Zhou Bai, upon returning to his room, drew out his Apocalypse Heavenly Skeleton Armor and used his spiritual enhancing ability to inscribe it with some simple intelligence responses.

'What a pity there is no Kunpeng Soul, nor any other substitute material of the same caliber. Without the powers of an Artifact Spirit, the Apocalypse Heavenly Skeleton Armor can only crudely make use of the augmenting abilities of spiritual enhancement.'

The Apocalypse Heavenly Skeleton Armor contained immense power, holding countless runes and Arrays that required coordination and control from its user.

With an Artifact Spirit, its power could be perfectly unleashed, aiding the user in battle and exponentially increasing its strength.

Now, without the Kunpeng Soul to create an Artifact Spirit, Zhou Bai naturally could only repair and patch it up with his spiritual enhancement abilities.

As for the banquet that evening, Zhou Bai couldn't be bothered to attend. It was nothing more than eating, drinking, and idle chat. Instead, he stayed in his room, continuously imbuing the Apocalypse Heavenly Skeleton Armor with simple intelligence, enhancing the armor's control power.

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On the other hand, Zheng Wentian already regretted attending the banquet.

He had intended to simply show up for the meal, but to his surprise, it wasn't long before he found himself being targeted. Facing the man before him, he said helplessly, "Wenguang... what do you want to talk to me about by calling me out here?"