Chapter 299: Report to the Divine Patriarch, Banquet (3)

In an instant, the entire Jinghuawudaochang quivered with these repeated shouts!

The magnitude of the cheers and the audience's soaring emotions left many viewers in front of the screen utterly stunned.

A lot of people's goosebumps rose in a shivering spray, infected by that emotion.

Live streaming platform.

The barrage of comments flashed by, the screen filled with dense, tangled words.

"Wocao wocao, Lu Jing my idol!!"

"Watching Lu Jing act is just too satisfying, simple and decisive, so fierce!"

"What should we call Lu Jing? Call him Lu God, Demon God!"

"Lu God is awesome!"

"So this year's Martial Way Tournament ends like this, not a single person in the arena could exchange a few moves with Lu Jing?!"

Barrage floods the screen!

Countless live viewers couldn't hold back their hands, frantically typing to vent their emotions.

A massive torrent of comments zipped by; without careful watching one can't discern what they say.

……

At this moment, the Dongchuan Province Military Headquarters.

"Wocao!!"

"Lu Jing took the crown!"

Dong Ningxue and Zhu Xingyao watched the live stream in the office.

After seeing the official announcement that Lu Jing took the crown, they couldn't help but curse, their inner joy erupting like a volcano.

"Pa—"

The enamel cup in Zhu Xingyao's hand was accidentally crushed into powder by her.

The warm milk tea inside spilled all over the floor, some splashing onto Dong Ningxue's stockings.

Dong Ningxue turned and glared at Zhu Xingyao, "You're going to die, clean this up for me later!"

"Ah, not just cleaning here—if you let me clean the whole camp I'd still do it, because I'm happy today!"

Zhu Xingyao was elated, so excited she babbled incoherently.

"Sister Xue, Lu Jing won, defeated Wu Tianlei, defeated Cheng Miaomiao; he's the one who walked out of our training camp!"

This time she was even more excited than when Lu Jing earned the Dragon Imperial New Star title.

Because back then everyone was the same age, Lu Jing's talent standing out was normal.

But this time it was different; the contestants were youths from all over, some as old as thirty.

So the two of them initially didn't think Lu Jing could take the crown; before he set off, Zhu Xingyao even sent him a WeChat message, telling him not to cling to victory, that broadening his horizons would also be good.

She even speculated what rank Lu Jing might obtain.

Possibly within the top twenty.

Or perhaps within the top ten.

If luck was on his side, maybe he could break into the top five.

Yet Lu Jing actually took the crown, how could she stay calm?!

Even if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even with some foresight of Lu Jing's strength, a strong sense of incredibility arose in Zhu Xingyao and Dong Ningxue's hearts.

After a while.

Dong Ningxue exhaled a puff of foul breath, "Our Huaguo really is about to produce a true dragon..."

"Yes, this new star will grow into a real Dragon Imperial."

Zhu Xingyao let out a sigh as well.

Suddenly, she seemed to recall something, excitedly saying, "Sister Xue, if I remember correctly, Lu Jing said after graduation he wants to join our Eastern Military Region, does that mean we'll fight side‑by‑side with Lu Jing in the future?!"

Dong Ningxue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, a brilliant grin spreading across her face.

Of course, not everyone watching the live stream felt delighted.

In a certain hall.

Cang Bailong and Ming Lao sat on a wide stone bench, watching the projected image on the wall.

After seeing Lu Jing take the crown, Ming Lao's body instantly rose.

"Shua—"

A thin layer of cold sweat trickled down his back, soaking his shirt completely.

He stared rigidly at Lu Jing's figure, feeling an unprecedented oppression.

Like thorns stabbing his back.

Like a fishbone stuck in his throat!

Not only Lu Jing's pressure, but also the Divine Patriarch Goddess who controls his life, like a Damocles' sword hanging over his head.

The Goddess has little time left for the two of them.

If the Goddess sees Lu Jing's performance at the Martial Way Tournament, she might further shorten their mission time.

"Damn, how has Lu Jing become so strong? Looks like Qin Fei really did have him killed; he has the hard‑hitting Wuhou's strength..."

Cang Bailong furrowed his brows.

Originally the two thought Qin Fei's death was linked to the Huaguo military, believing Lu Jing alone couldn't silently kill Qin Fei and the masters' subordinates.

Until today, through Lu Jing's performance at the Martial Way Tournament, the two finally understood.

With only Lu Jing's strength, this could be achieved!

"It's difficult, it's difficult......"

Cang Bailong muttered to himself, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ming Lao's temper was rather volatile; the astonishment, shock, and incomprehension in his heart turned transparently into fury.

Boom—

The white wall ahead shattered with a boom, the projector was crushed into scrap metal, sparks and black smoke rose from the impact, and even the crystal lamp on the ceiling flickered.

"Damn, really damn!"

"What should we do? We can't possibly act ourselves, can we? I'm afraid we might not even be able to get inside Huaguo!!"

After venting, Ming Lao sat back on the stone chair.

"At this point, we can only report to the Divine Lord," Cang Bailong sighed, "We have no support above the Wu Hou Realm, so we must secure some manpower......"

"Report to the Divine Lord? You're being clueless?!"

Ming Lao immediately refused, "Lu Jing has grown to this level right under our noses; you can imagine how the Divine Lord would punish us if he finds out. You should know that."

"Then tell me what to do; can we still solve it by forcing our way now? If we keep delaying, we might not even be able to resolve it ourselves......"

Cang Bailong spoke calmly, his expression resolute.

"Sigh—"

The two of them sighed simultaneously.

After a moment, they rose and left, preparing to meet the Divine Lord to inform her of the matter.

Just thinking of the Divine Lord's aura made them shiver uncontrollably.

"Yay, my brother won!"

Anwu City, inside a villa.

Lu Leyi waved her arms, shouting loudly.

Beside her sat Feng Qinru and Lu Haitao, as well as a bunch of aunts and uncles, all gathered at Lu Jing's house to watch the match.

"Xiao Jing was amazing, taking first place in front of the whole nation; it felt like a dream!"

"Indeed, I had never seen this national Martial Way tournament before, because it was too far from us, beyond ordinary people's reach, yet Xiao Jing somehow topped it, good boy......"

The relatives kept praising Lu Jing, making Lu Haitao and Feng Qinru grin from ear to ear.

"Kid's dad, go arrange the banquet tables; tonight we'll celebrate properly!"

Feng Qinru said excitedly, her gaze fixed on Lu Jing on the screen; in her eyes, her son shone like a star, a gift from heaven.