Chapter 815

Duan Feihong really wanted to vomit.

Because countless eyes on the square had turned toward him and Wang Dun.

Everyone assumed Duan Feihong was haggling with Wang Dun!

But no one could blame them for thinking that!

It's normal to be someone's wallbreaker and extort them for it.

Nothing wrong with that!

But the key point is Duan Feihong truly has nothing.

He couldn't explain, because sometimes the more you explain, the less clear it becomes—and it only makes you seem hypocritical.

"You kid… you kid…" Duan Feihong looked at Wang Dun, helplessly: "Are you doing this on purpose?"

Wang Dun immediately looked wounded: "No… I really didn't think that far!"

"Forget it, forget it!" Duan Feihong said: "Ever since I struck He Pingsheng, my lifelong reputation was already ruined—I don't care about these reputations anymore!"

"Wang Dun, I'll ask you one last time: will you only let me be your wallbreaker if I give you my ring?"

"Here's a compromise: don't be too greedy—I'll let you pick two items from inside my ring!"

"How about it?"

Duan Feihong actually took off the ring on his finger and held it out to Wang Dun.

But Wang Dun wore a haughty expression: "No rush—I'll think about it."

"You…" Duan Feihong was baffled: "You still need to think about it?"

What's there to think about?

Right now, across all of humanity, I'm the only Mahayana Emperor.

You…

At that moment, the spectators on the square erupted in shock.

Feng Wanxi had appeared.

She landed beneath the stone tablet and bowed to Jin Gang, the Demon Emperor: "Respected Demon Emperor Jin Gang, this humble disciple Feng Wanxi has come to ascend the Heavenly Ladder. My wallbreaker is the Seventh Elder of my Feng Clan."

"No problem!" Jin Gang nodded: "You may begin whenever you're ready!"

The Seventh Elder also bowed to Jin Gang, then shot into the void with a flash.

His speed was swift—above his head, a bubble like a tiny umbrella instantly expanded.

"Wanxi, climb up quickly!"

The Seventh Elder shouted down at Feng Wanxi.

Feng Wanxi transformed into a streak of light and shot upward, landing precisely within the bubble the Seventh Elder had created.

Beneath this bubble, there was only pressure—no gale-force winds.

On the square, countless eyes turned toward them.

Their speed was astonishing—they reached seventy thousand zhang in barely half a stick of incense.

After a few more breaths, they entered the top hundred.

"One hundredth place!"

Nan Qiqi tilted her head upward, eyes full of admiration: "If only I could reach this rank too!"

"That's uncertain," He Pingsheng said: "They say ascending the Heavenly Ladder has nothing to do with combat power—it's all about fate and fortune!"

In short, whether you're destined for it.

Nan Qiqi nodded: "I hope so!"

Then she turned to Duan Feihong: "Senior Duan, you must have participated in this Stone Platform gathering before, right?"

Duan Feihong replied: "Yes—it was a very long time ago."

Nan Qiqi asked again: "Then… how high did you reach back then?"

The moment she asked, Duan Feihong's face turned pitch black.

He Pingsheng was puzzled but stayed silent.

Wang Dun wasn't so restrained: "Judging by your expression, you didn't even make the top thirty prodigies, did you?"

Duan Feihong said: "In my prime, my talent was peerless—I dominated my realm. But alas… I only cleared two trials. The first, Three Dreams of the Red Dust, earned me no points. The second, the struggle for the Grand World Stone Tablet—I barely entered before the Feng Clan teamed up and eliminated me!"

"If I hadn't smashed my life token in time, I'd be dead now!"

"Damn it…"

He Pingsheng was speechless: The Feng Clan really is tyrannical—always scheming against other races during the Stone Platform gathering?

Or are they specifically targeting humanity?

"She passed Bai Zhiting!"

"Good heavens, Feng Wanxi is truly a Feng Clan prodigy—after surpassing Bai Zhiting, her speed hasn't slowed at all!"

"Still this fast?"

The spectators on the square erupted again.

He Pingsheng and the others turned to look.

Their spiritual sense swept over—two phoenixes were clearly visible.

Correct—though she'd broken into the top hundred, Feng Wanxi's speed remained unchanged.

Soon, she reached seventy-five thousand zhang!

"Sixtieth place!"

"Heavens, fifty-third!"

"She's in the top fifty—and still climbing!"

"Do you think she can surpass Zhu Xuanlun?"

"Hard to say—Zhu Xuanlun's results are simply outrageous; he's still the overall first-place scorer!"

"Yes, that Zhu Xuanlun is truly monstrous—every subject, he's always top two or three!"

"Hmm, is the Golden Crow Clan about to rise?"

As the crowd buzzed, Feng Wanxi's speed finally began to slow.

Though slower, she still ascended steadily.

Fortieth place!

Thirty-fifth!

Thirtieth!

Twenty-fifth!

"Holy crap… she's clearly faster than Zhu Xuanlun!"

"I bet she'll make the top ten!"

Indeed, after another half stick of incense, Feng Wanxi surpassed Zhu Xuanlun and entered the top ten!

But after entering the top ten, Feng Wanxi slowed further.

"First place…"

"Feng Wanxi is unquestionably the top prodigy of this gathering—now we just wait to see if she becomes the overall champion!"

"Is an eight-and-a-half-grade fate really that terrifying?"

"Of course it is—how many eight-and-a-half-grade fates exist in this world?"

Not only the spectators below were murmuring—the Great Emperors above were stunned as well.

Kongkong Demon Emperor said: "I get it now—just now, Xuanwu, that old turtle, said Wang Dun isn't the first… he meant Feng Wanxi!"

"Right?" Kongkong nudged Xuanwu with his gaze.

All the Emperors turned to Xuanwu.

Xuanwu smiled: "I never said it was Feng Wanxi."

"Huh?" Dalun Mingwang frowned: "Not Feng Wanxi? Not Wang Dun?"

"Is there another dark horse?"

"Could it be… that girl from the Zhu Que Emperor Domain?"

Dalun Mingwang was referring to Nan Qiqi.

"Hehehe…" Xuanwu still smiled: "Can't say, can't say… by the end, you'll all understand!"

"Seventh!" Kongkong suddenly cried out: "Feng Wanxi surpassed the Yinming Emperor—she's seventh!"

"Good heavens, the top seven are all Feng Clan now!"

"Humanity has fallen to eighth on the overall leaderboard!"

Correct—the top six had all been Feng Clan, with Yinming Emperor in seventh.

Now Feng Wanxi had overtaken him.

She was seventh!

"Not yet!" Jin Gang said: "Sixth!"

"Heavens… is Feng Wanxi… burning her lifespan too?"

"Sssss… is it worth it?"