Chapter 3133: My Master Is Named Hong Zun

Only saw, at the rear of the high platform, a burly old man kicked over the table in front of him with one foot, shouting angrily.

The old man had fiery red hair, a tall and sturdy build, and looked like he had an explosive temper.

Seeing this, the others nearby retreated some distance without showing any emotion.

This old man is none other than the master of the dark and sturdy youth who had just lost.

Coming from a rogue cultivator background, relying on sheer madness, he had carved out a reputation in the Immortal Realm, famous for his explosive temper.

Originally, with the old man's cultivation, it would have been easy to bring his disciple into some sect.

Before, many sects in the Immortal Realm had thrown out olive branches to the old man, but they were all rejected.

Having lived a carefree life all his life, joining a sect and being bound by all those rules is something he could not tolerate.

Precisely because of this temperament, the old man also had a fearless, daring spirit.

Just now he really couldn't hold back, so even though he was in the Dao One Immortal Sect, he wanted to properly ask Hong Zun what the hell he meant.

If you won, you won; why bother saying these annoying words?

Facing the old man's angry glare, Hong Zun felt numb, and he himself didn't even know what those damned disciples were up to.

He opened his mouth, but could only offer a stilted apology to the old man, which finally placated him.

Afterward, two more rounds passed, and this round it was Liu Shuang's turn to go on stage.

Seeing another of Hong Zun's disciples, the various Immortal Realm powerhouses on the high platform glanced over, intentionally or not.

He saw Hong Zun embarrassed to the point that even the toes hidden in his shoes seemed about to dig out a Dong Fu.

He wanted to explain, but the problem was, who would believe him?

Just now, even Ye Zhangqing sent him a mental transmission asking.

"Peak Master, do you have some plan?"

Hearing this, Hong Zun felt like crying but had no tears; he had a hammer's plan, oh, it's all those damned disciples messing around with fancy tricks, he really knows nothing at all.

Fortunately, this time Liu Shuang went on stage, and it wasn't like Zhao Zhengping and Lu Youyou.

The whole process was silent, no different from a normal sparring match.

Seeing this, Hong Zun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As I said, Liu Shuang this girl, though usually cold-tempered a bit, doesn't talk much, so she certainly wouldn't pull those flashy tricks like Zhao Zhengping and those damned disciples.

The referee on the platform also let out a long sigh of relief, and even his gaze toward Liu Shuang carried a hint of approval.

Although he didn't even know what he was approving of, perhaps he had really been numbed by Hong Zun's two disciples earlier.

At last, a normal person has appeared; picking a general from among the shorties, this is pretty good.

Liu Shuang, on the other hand, didn't waste words; she said not a single extra word the whole time and cleanly defeated her opponent.

Having lost like that, the opposing girl was also convinced, but just as she was about to say something, Liu Shuang swung her sword toward the midair.

Immediately, that icy sword qi quickly gathered in the air into several large snow‑white characters, inscribed as:

"My master, named Hong Zun, Shīzūn is mighty."

Huh???

I thought I had finally found a normal person, but I never expected that in the end, damn it, it's still this familiar vibe.

Again, hard‑selling Hong Zun? No, what the hell do you want, Hong Zun? You insist on making your disciples suck up to you.

What, do you want us to buy you a big loudspeaker and shout all over the Immortal Realm?

Meanwhile, Liu Shuang finally spoke her first words after going on stage.

"I'm not good with words, unlike Senior Brother and Junior Sister."

Huh???

You damned………………

Having said that, without waiting for anyone else to reply, he turned and walked straight down the platform, leaving only those few snow‑white characters in the sky, making the onlookers' scalps go numb.

That junior sister who had been about to speak had the words right at her lips, but she forced them back down.

And on the high platform, Qi Xiong was even more angry, blowing his beard and glaring.

Just now, when Liu Shuang went on stage, he damn well actually had a moment of relief, finally not pulling any funny business.

And now………………

"What the hell am I even expecting from their master‑disciple pair?"

As for the others, their gazes toward Hong Zun grew increasingly odd, and some couldn't help but secretly send mental transmissions.

"Is Hong Zun trying to become famous gone crazy?"

"No way, he's already famous in the Immortal Realm."

"Or is he trying to forcibly boost his reputation again?"

"Using this method to boost?"

I dare not say anything else, but as the Sword Immortal Convention has proceeded to this point, the two words 'Hong Zun' have absolutely been deeply etched into everyone's hearts.

Whether it's the older generation of powerhouses or the younger generation of Heavenly Pride, after today, they probably all know that there is such a figure as Hong Zun in the Immortal Realm.

As for this reputation, how to put it? It can't be called bad, only strange.

Anyway, after everyone secretly pondered a bit, they definitely wouldn't want this kind of reputation; it really makes people feel awful.

However, Hong Zun now had no spare attention for others' gazes and thoughts.

Because the worst of the worst disciples, the one he worried about most, had gone on stage.

Striding forward with steps that recognized no kin, he walked boldly onto the platform.

Only saw Xu Jie walk up onto the same platform; the referee in charge of that platform, seeing the situation, had a black face and cursed loudly in his heart.

"You master‑disciple pair just keep picking on me, damn it."

Afterwards, a female disciple who walked up from the opposite side also looked at Xu Jie with a complex expression, the corner of her mouth twitching as she spoke.

Shī xiōng, do you also want to say a few words first?

I don't need to; I'm not that bothered.

Really?

That's only natural.

As he spoke, Xu Jie slowly drew the long sword he had already been holding in his hand, and as the sword left its sheath, suddenly, above the dueling platform, ten thousand li of purple qi drifted forth.

This is………………………

Seeing this heavenly portent, the referee on the dueling platform and that female disciple were both dumbfounded.

No, what exactly do you Hong clan master and disciple mean? I'm just sparring here, damn it, on the dueling platform, and you damn even produced a portent for me?

The purple qi coming from the east was merely the beginning; soon, above the sky-filling purple qi, shadowy figures gradually condensed.

The shadowy figures were tall, but everyone present was filled with doubt.

No, who are these shadowy figures?

I don't know.

What exactly is going on? Is this a sparring match or a performance?

Meanwhile, Qi Xiong on the high platform suddenly stood up, his whole body going numb.

He recognized them, recognized these shadowy figures—damn, aren't they all the venerable forebears of the Dao One Immortal Sect?

Damn, they're all sect elders who have been dead for who knows how many years.

Now they've all come out, damn it, Qi Xiong trembled all over, turned his head, pointed at Hong Zun, gritted his teeth, and asked word by word.

Hong Zun, what exactly do you want to do?

I……………… I really didn't intend to do anything.

Upon this, Hong Zun was almost in tears; he naturally also recognized those shadowy figures above the purple qi, and even the damn sect founder had appeared.