Chapter 427: A Grand Performance

"Ahhhhh!"

"Warrior!"

"Longyan Warrior!"

Seeing this moment from Qin Zhangfeng, the scene immediately boiled over. The people of Liangshan worship fire and they worship the strong. At this moment, it could be considered a perfect fusion of the strong and fire; if they didn't scream crazily now, when would they?

The voices of hundreds of thousands of people pierced the sky, deafening.

"This..."

Pei Yanran hadn't even dared to open her eyes at first, but hearing the madness of the crowd, she tremblingly opened her eyes and looked over.

Qin Zhangfeng, was he actually fine?

That ignited firewood, that scalding oil... was he actually fine?

"Damn it!"

Shama Zhuoyi's face was ashen.

One knows one's own affairs best. This oil cauldron was prepared by his own men, so he naturally knew what was inside... He had merely gambled that this Qin Zhangfeng wouldn't dare to put his feet in.

Yet now...

He not only put them in, but even used his feet to stir around inside.

Humiliation!

Extreme humiliation!

"Headman, this..."

"Shama, what is going on?"

The others on the high platform were all dumbfounded.

What could Shama Zhuoyi say? Frustrated and desperate, he wanted to kill someone, but he could only endure it.

The atmosphere of the entire venue had reached a climax with this warrior from Longyan. Washing feet in an oil cauldron—who had ever seen such a thing? Wasn't this the blessing of divine power?

People waved their hands and weapons with all their might, drinking wine and dancing.

The first oil cauldron.

The second oil cauldron.

The third...

Qin Zhangfeng walked past them one by one. Harboring the thought of needing to stall for time, he washed his feet thoroughly in every single cauldron, wishing he could scrub some dirt off...

Jimu Youla was already trembling with rage.

He had prepared this explosive entrance for so long, only to end up doing the work for someone else?

The point was, it would be one thing if you just stole my thunder.

But hurry up!

Hmm.

Qin Zhangfeng was in no rush.

He used his feet to gauge the temperature of the oil cauldron—he felt that after walking a full circle, the temperature still hadn't risen enough.

And so...

He waved his hand at the impatient Jimu Youla, and then, he ran back again from the end to the beginning.

"Bang!"

Jimu Youla nearly fell over headfirst.

Is this how you play!

Longyan people, they really are all underhanded!

Qin Zhangfeng, just like that, did another lap.

Then, from beginning to end, from end to beginning...

Qin Zhangfeng even changed into several different poses...

Every change of pose ignited the entire crowd. Many people knelt down.

Divine man!

Temple Envoy!

Just like that.

Only after Qin Zhangfeng felt his feet getting hot did he run down from above, then returned to Jimu Youla's front and chuckled, "This Bimo, it's your turn!"

Get lost!

Get lost!

I don't want to see you!

Jimu Youla nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

At a time like this, you want me to go up? How black must your heart be? We're both here to put on a show and play the god; it should have been enough. Leave a path for others so we can meet again in the future. If you play like this, how can we be fellow practitioners in the future?

"Go up!"

"Great Bimo, go up!"

"Dance, and let those Longyan people see the power of our Great Bimo!"

Clearly, the passion of the crowd at the scene had already been ignited by Qin Zhangfeng, and they were all shouting and yelling. Jimu Youla was about to cry.

If he put his feet in now, wouldn't he just be deep-fried pig's trotters!

Qin Zhangfeng continued to smile: "What, not coming?"

Come to hell with you!

Jimu Youla sighed deeply, muttering incantations. He took a basin of water from the Suni beside him, held the basin in one hand, dipped some water with the other, and walked along, sprinkling it on the ground—he just walked over from the ground in this grand, ostentatious manner.

"Damn!"

"That's it?"

"He doesn't dare anymore, he's chickened out!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Fake!"

"Playing god and acting like a ghost!"

Before Qin Zhangfeng and Liu Zheng could say anything, the surrounding Liangshan People all clutched their bellies in laughter, filled with righteous indignation. But this Jimu Youla was just like that; no matter what you said, he continued muttering those ghostly words and, very shamelessly, walked over from the ground.

Shama Zhuoyi was furious to the point of madness.

The meticulously prepared oil vat entrance had been preempted by Qin Zhangfeng. He also knew that at this moment, to enter the oil vat meant one thing: death!

Jimu Youla had become the laughingstock of the entire venue.

Naturally, the Zhongkujiao Tribe also became a laughingstock. The Headmen on the high towers also clutched their bellies in laughter, making Shama Zhuoyi unable to show his face.

The tribesmen of the Zhongkujiao were even more dejected, cursing angrily one after another.

"Noble one, what a fine method you have!"

Shama Zhuoyi looked over with murderous intent in his eyes.

Liu Zheng chuckled: "Likewise, likewise..."

Shama Zhuoyi gave a cold snort: "Then let us Liangshan People see what your Aluba is like. If he is a charlatan playing god, I fear he won't be able to pass everyone's test!"

Liu Zheng smiled, noncommittal.

The others also had their curiosity piqued.

Aluba...

He was only an eight-year-old boy this year. What kind of tricks could he pull off in a scene like this? A child like this would usually have weak knees when facing this grand spectacle of hundreds of thousands of people, let alone making a high-profile entrance.

Huobu Quli gave a cold laugh, knowing it was time for him to step out, and shouted loudly: "Inuo tribesmen, welcome the Son of the Black Dragon!"

"Welcome the Son of the Black Dragon!"

"The Son of the Black Dragon!"

The more than one hundred thousand Inuo tribespeople roared like a mountain collapse and a tsunami, shaking the earth and mountains.

Instantly, it attracted the gazes of everyone else.

The Son of the Black Dragon...

For some time now, the name of the Son of the Black Dragon had been rampant and well-known in the Liangshan region. Although people were skeptical in their hearts, they could not help but be influenced by it.

Many people actually yearned for a unified religion and a unified kingdom.

It was just that they dared not say these words out loud...

The scene of hundreds of thousands of people instantly fell silent.

Everyone was watching with eager eyes.

Everyone was filled with anticipation.

Everyone was filled with curiosity.

How exactly would this Son of the Black Dragon, who came carrying the Great Trend, make his entrance? His method of entry would determine the status, popular support, and faith he could obtain at this Torch Festival.

"Welcome!"

"The Son of the Black Dragon!"

Huobu Quli was hoarse from shouting.

Just at this moment, a Dragon Boat appeared on the Qionghai. Everyone looked over at the sound.

Liu Zheng smiled slightly.

Today, Aluba's entrance method was absolutely a major production, a grand scene...

Even he himself was quite looking forward to it.

"That's it?"

Shama Zhuoyi, standing to the side, mocked and laughed.

He could not see anything special about it.

The other Liangshan People were also cursing loudly.

This Dragon Boat was not small, and it was decorated quite gorgeously.

But you have to have divine power!

What the hell is this?

However.

At the very next moment, the noisy sounds of the entire venue instantly fell silent.

They saw Aluba, dressed in full regalia, slowly walk down from the Dragon Boat, and then, just like that, barefoot, slowly walk into the Qionghai.

Yes.

He just walked like that, eyes closed, muttering something in his mouth.

Step by step, he walked on the surface of the water without sinking!

He seemed truly like the Son of the Black Dragon who had walked out from ancient times, and the Qionghai was therefore unable to drown him!

The entire venue was in a state of frantic uproar!