Chapter 819: Dun Ge Sang a Song and Got First

"You're so shameless!"

The Great Lun Mingwang exploded in rage: "You're openly sabotaging others' ascent… Is this the caliber of the Phoenix Clan?"

As he spoke, the Great Lun Mingwang turned to the Seventh Elder of the Phoenix Clan.

The Seventh Elder stared at his nose, his nose at his heart, pretending to hear nothing and saying nothing.

What's this to me?

Caliber?

Is caliber more important than destiny?

Shame?

Can shame be eaten?

Sacrificing her alone is worth it for the entire Phoenix Clan's happiness.

"Seventh Elder, are you pretending to be dead now?" The Great Lun Mingwang's aura erupted violently, as if ready to fight to the death.

Seeing there was no more hiding, the Seventh Elder took a deep breath and said, "Thirteenth Sister's actions are indeed inappropriate, but she hasn't broken any rules… Besides, this is her personal conduct—it has nothing to do with the Phoenix Clan!"

"Her personal conduct? Don't take your rage out on me!"

"Great Lun Mingwang… If you can't stand it, go up there and fight her—beat her up if you want!"

"Even if I kill her, I won't lift a finger. You go!"

After speaking, the Seventh Elder once again stared at his nose, his nose at his heart, ignoring the Great Lun Mingwang.

The Great Lun Mingwang was furious.

I fight her?

True, I could crush this petty Phoenix Emperor, but if we start fighting, won't the storm winds grow even more chaotic, won't the vortices multiply?

"Golden Body Emperor!" the Great Lun Mingwang said, "This isn't fair… If the Phoenix Clan keeps disrupting like this, and Wang Dun is affected, let him try again!"

"Impossible!" the Golden Body Emperor shook his head. "Mingwang, you don't understand—beneath Void Refinement, this stone staircase allows only one ascent."

"It's not that I won't let him try again—it's the rules!"

"Unless his cultivation exceeds Void Refinement!"

"But once he surpasses Void Refinement, even if he can climb again, he can no longer leave his name on it!"

The Golden Body Emperor looked helplessly resigned.

The Great Lun Mingwang could only sit down again, seething.

Throughout the square, the spectators erupted in excitement.

They dared not openly accuse the Phoenix Clan of shamelessness, but every word dripped with discontent.

Buzzing…

Thirteen Elder, hovering at one hundred thousand zhang, suddenly flapped her wings slightly.

The storm winds descending from the heavens were instantly disrupted, several vortices surging toward He Pingsheng.

Boom…

One vortex, three zhang wide, struck He Pingsheng directly on the head.

He Pingsheng's flight slowed involuntarily.

"This…" He Pingsheng felt like spitting blood.

But there was nothing he could do—she was above him, and he couldn't retaliate!

"You fucking shameless old hag!" Wang Dun's face turned black with rage: "Don't let me get my hands on you! When I reach Mahayana Emperor realm, I'll go to the Phoenix Clan, drag you out, and pluck every single feather from your body!"

Thirteen Elder ignored him, pretending not to hear.

She merely fluttered her wings gently, and one vortex after another descended.

"He Brother, dodge carefully!" Wang Dun shouted. "Don't block the storm winds for me—just avoid the vortices yourself!"

"I can hold out!"

"Good!" He Pingsheng released his magic power and spiritual sense, instantly feeling lighter.

At that moment, another vortex plummeted.

He Pingsheng's feet erupted in a flash of blue light—the 【Three Thousand Thundering Law】 technique activated, his speed instantly quintupling.

Whoosh—he dodged the vortex.

Wang Dun did the same, accelerating instantly; the storm vortices could no longer touch him.

"You're shameless, despicable, sleazy, shameless, can't stop you from sprouting…"

Wang Dun not only dodged vortex after vortex with speed, but began singing aloud, his tune turning cheerful, yet his lyrics made listeners wince.

"You're dog-born, dog-raised, ugly, unwanted, bloom as wildly as you can…"

The song was light, cheerful, and catchy!

And it carried an eerie, hypnotic charm.

Many spectators below couldn't help humming along in their minds.

"You're shameless, despicable, sleazy, shameless, can't stop you from sprouting…"

"You're dog-born, dog-raised, ugly, unwanted, bloom as wildly as you can…"

At first, everyone only hummed silently.

But as a few Han humans, dissatisfied with the Phoenix Clan—even Duan Feihong himself—stood up and led the singing, others joined in.

As soon as they sang, every Phoenix Clan member's face turned pitch black.

Above, Thirteen Elder nearly fainted.

Poisonous…

Utterly poisonous.

"Damn it…" Feng Wanxi's face paled; she clenched her fists. "Over fifty have passed… This bastard's speed hasn't slowed one bit—he shows no fatigue!"

"Forty!"

"Heavens… thirty!"

"Thirty-five!"

At this point, everyone fell silent, shouting loudly as Wang Dun climbed higher.

"Thirty!"

"Twenty-nine!"

"Twenty-eight!"

"Twenty-seven!"

Every time Wang Dun surpassed someone, a thunderous roar erupted from the crowd.

Above, Thirteen Elder grew desperate, flapping her wings furiously, trying to blast Wang Dun and He Pingsheng down.

But she couldn't.

The storm winds had no order.

Each vortex fell randomly, beyond her control—she could only disrupt the winds, nothing more.

"Thirteen!"

"Twelve!"

"Ten…"

"Nine…"

"Eight…"

Wang Dun's height climbed higher and higher.

Soon, he reached eighty thousand zhang.

Quickly, he arrived at Feng Wanxi's position.

Fourth place!

At this rank, Wang Dun suddenly stopped, staring at Feng Wanxi's name for several breaths.

Below, Feng Wanxi was too nervous to speak.

All she could do was pray he wouldn't surpass her.

But Wang Dun grinned and said to Feng Wanxi's name: "My empress… you're not good enough."

Boom…

Wang Dun's still body erupted with overwhelming power, surging upward with lightning speed, passing third, second, and first in a single breath.

By the time everyone reacted, he was already above eighty thousand zhang, firmly surpassing the greatest record holder in history, Beichen.

At that moment, every scalp prickled.

"Damn it!" the Seventh Elder trembled, slapping his thigh hard: "We guarded against He Pingsheng, but we never guarded against this brat Wang Dun!"

"We're finished…"

"Our Phoenix Clan's destiny is collapsing!"

"Holy shit—Dun Ge sang a song and got first?"

At this point, Wang Dun had already surpassed the top spot—no more sabotage was possible.