Chapter 422
Yilisha walked over with great elegance.
She squinted slightly, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Qin Feng and Xiao Hun.
Qin Feng gave a dry cough and gazed up at the sky.
Xiao Hun, however, didn't care at all, and lazily rubbed his sleepy eyes instead.
Yilisha asked, "My lord, did you sleep well last night?"
Qin Feng nodded and said solemnly, "Mm, I've fused with the game very deeply now. With my super-high Spirit stat, I sleep whenever I want and wake whenever I want!"
Yilisha: "..."
The corner of Yilisha's delicate mouth twitched slightly. She shot Qin Feng a look and said no more.
She sighed and said, "My lord, the renovation of the Lord's Hall is complete. From now on, you'd better come back to Blue Star less often."
"Alright."
Qin Feng nodded and agreed.
He had now fully entered the game.
This meant... with the 【True · World Tree】 here, he didn't even need to eat anymore.
Moreover, he could resurrect infinitely!
Of course, when it came to delicious food, he still welcomed it all.
At this moment, he glanced at the time.
Mm.
The Race Hegemony Competition would begin in another 20 minutes.
He had Xiao Hun and Ailin gather the troops once more, preparing to set out.
The Race Hegemony Competition also limited troops to 10,000,000. Qin Feng's troop configuration was: 3,000,000 Ancient Elven Royal Archers, 1,000,000 Crimson Flame Knights, 3,000,000 Nether Dragons, and 3,000,000 Moonlight Night Holy Mages.
Everything was ready.
Qin Feng didn't hesitate, and directly crushed the scroll in his hand.
"Ding dong~ The Race Hegemony Competition has not yet begun. You are about to be teleported to the 【Race Hegemony Competition Resting Space】!"
"Ding dong~ You have entered the special map 【Race Hegemony Competition Resting Space】. Your troops cannot enter this space and will be sent directly to the Myriad Races Battlefield once the battle officially begins!"
"..."
Brilliant teleportation light descended.
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was... an extremely flat, moon-white ground. His location was more like a floating, large disc.
The disc was snow-white all over, carved with intricate and delicate patterns, these lines flickering with an azure-blue glow.
Qin Feng was no stranger to this.
A direct creation from the Will of the Heavens.
Qin Feng's appearance instantly drew the attention of the others.
"Huh? How can there be a tenth person?"
"Didn't they say there were only nine slots?"
"Heh, looks like the Federation is up to something..."
"Whatever, no matter who it is, if they're not from one of our Eight Great Families, they're just a dead last."
"..."
In this Race Hegemony Competition, the Human Race had a total of 100 students participating, and the Dragon Nation Federation had been allocated 10 slots.
Qin Feng had used the Dragon Nation Federation's teleportation scroll, so the people around him were naturally the ten geniuses of Dragon Nation.
He had hidden his ID, so the Scouting Techniques cast by others naturally received no feedback.
And Qin Feng... had switched to a different mask.
Naturally, they didn't recognize Qin Feng.
However.
Even if the others didn't recognize him, Zhao Xiaoxue was more than familiar with him.
Her eyes instantly widened, and she exchanged a glance with Lin Liangyue.
Sure enough.
Lin Liangyue had also recognized him.
The two of them exchanged a look, and both instantly broke away from the group, coming before Qin Feng.
They asked in unison, softly:
"Why are you here?"
"Where did you get a slot?"
"..."
One of the two was completely on guard, while the other's words carried a hint of concern.
And seeing the actions of these two, the remaining few instantly widened their eyes.
What was going on?!
Both Zhao Xiaoxue and Lin Liangyue were famous heaven's favored daughters of Dragon Nation.
Moreover, the two of them had always been indifferent toward men. Especially Lin Liangyue, who had always been known as an ice-mountain beauty.
· ····· Begging for flowers · ·······
They had actually taken the initiative to flock around this man?!
The remaining few also began reassessing Qin Feng.
Only Ye Shuyu gave Qin Feng a playful wink.
Qin Feng naturally couldn't be bothered with the two of them; at this moment, he was also sizing up the Dragon Nation's roster.
This time, aside from Qin Feng, the Dragon Nation had a total of nine contestants in the Race Hegemony Competition.
Eight of them came from the Eight Great Families; among those he knew were Zhao Xiaoxue, Lin Liangyue, Ye Shuyu, and Xia Moyu.
The one lone unaffiliated cultivator was an unassuming, slender young girl standing in a corner.
At this moment, Ye Shuyu spoke up: "Everyone, this is the Tyrant, the one leading our Dragon Nation this time!"
"What, the Tyrant?!"
"I was just saying why this outfit looked so familiar!!"
"The rumors say Zhao Xiaoxue and the Tyrant are a pair — where does Lin Liangyue come in?"
"…"
The expressions on several faces shifted unpredictably.
Soon, Xia Moyu snorted angrily: "Lead us? On what grounds? We're all top nine in the individual hegemony competition — a piece of trash who doesn't even dare enter the individual event wants to lead us?"
"Exactly!! On what grounds does the Tyrant lead?!"
"Young Lady Ye, although we give you face, the Ye family not notifying us in advance — does that mean you don't take us seriously?"
"…"
Listening to their accusations, Ye Shuyu's gaze didn't change in the slightest.
With her sharp mind, she had long anticipated these pampered young masters would have plenty of objections.
She explained with a smile: "This is the Alliance's decision, not our Ye family's, everyone—"
Her words had not yet finished.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Fierce flames instantly erupted, burning the space unbearably hot.
The next moment.
The few who had just been denouncing Qin Feng instantly became bursts of white light, dissipating into the air.
The sudden change stunned everyone present.
Ye Shuyu, who hadn't even finished half of what she was saying, forcibly swallowed the rest of her words.
Her bright eyes instantly widened as she stared in disbelief at Qin Feng, who had suddenly struck.
In less than a second.
The few who had spoken earlier had already been burned to fragments.
End of Chapter
