Chapter 279: The Early Final! Lin Mo

Here it comes, finally here it comes!

The audience inside the arena didn't need Sikong Yu's demonic voice to stir them—they were already exhilarated on their own.

Besides the buildup from the previous battles, it was the inherent popularity of Zhu Zishun and Lin Mo themselves that fueled the excitement.

Zhu Zishun needs no introduction—the former top-ranked contestant, the most popular competitor in this tournament, without exception.

As for Lin Mo, his name has been everywhere—from yesterday's three consecutive byes to today's sudden appearance.

He's only just broken through to the Heavenly Dao realm; he poses no threat to me yet. With the heavenly mechanisms in chaos, I can't even sense his presence—is this a blessing or a curse for me?

At the sound, Meng Tian raised his hand, and the ring landed in his palm. When he saw what it was, Meng Tian fell into a brief daze.

Ju Douluo's ninth soul skill was truly formidable; if Su Xun hadn't produced the soul bone set, my body would already be riddled with holes.

He didn't know whether to question or scold—only one word had left his lips when it was drowned out by a chorus of whistles and taunts.

The Evil Emperor let out a low roar and vanished from his spot, reappearing beside Pangu, his great blade slashing down toward him.

Yet his face was deathly pale, his body drained as if utterly spent, appearing almost resigned to life.

Countless eyes locked onto him. Yue Han frowned, pondering long and hard, yet still found no solution.

The arriving group consisted of eight people; at the front was a towering giant—Zhao Wuji—while the other seven were the Shilai Seven Wonders.

Huang Tian's eyes bulged with rage, his flesh seared with pain, his body unable to hold together, as if about to shatter into a thousand pieces. Endless radiant light rained down, pinning him in place, immobile.

The Lin An before him looked like nothing more than an ordinary cultivator. Even if he'd been cultivating since birth, his realm couldn't be high. Duan De mused inwardly—if he struck at Lin An, what would his chance of victory be?

As he spoke, he suddenly sniffed—the faint scent of powder drifted into his nose, seemingly emanating from Murong Nan. He frowned, stepped closer, and the fragrance grew slightly stronger.

Moreover, the transparent glass didn't obstruct the audience's view of their favorite contestants, and the large screens frequently showed close-ups of the competitors in the corners, satisfying the crowd's desire to admire their looks.

Hearing the sneers and mockery from people he'd always looked down upon, Ling Miaowan crushed the wine cup in his hand with sheer force.

Zuo Ci might be just a land-dweller, but in the Saint Sea Dragon Kingdom's campaign, he traveled between both service zones—his presence was felt across the Northern and Southern Seas. With the White Dragon backing him and the masses supporting him, as a prince of the sea, the Mili Clan held him in deep reverence.

Li Rong didn't tell Murong this—naturally, given her family background, she didn't need help with work matters.

"Oh, so you're boyfriend and girlfriend now?" The second sycophant continued with his acidic remarks; many noticed the commotion here.

"We're just messing around—don't give me that act. If you think you can push further, forget it!" The short, stocky chao nan grinned lewdly.

But he arrived just in time; if he hadn't met Mo Xi, he would've been too late—the amethyst would've been snatched away by those flying machines.

Earlier during the competition, the feather reacted—that meant An Ning was among these people. She'd already asked: the only ones present nearby were the contestants; not a single committee member was there. If she checked each one individually, she'd find the person who triggered the feather's reaction.

If I choose this place as my final stronghold, I risk repeating Ma Su's fate from the Three Kingdoms. After observing this entire route, Dong Ping now realized that Li Ziyuan was far more familiar with this region than he let on—it was exactly as he said: severely lacking water.