Mystery Descends: My Exchanges Are Not Equal-Chapter 615 - 303, Mysterious Stronger! Complete Emperor’s Weapon! (Request for full subscription! Request for monthly ticket!)
As Wang Teng was in seclusion, the entire Celestial Court became lively.
Liu Erlong led seven thousand Celestial Court members in grand procession towards the Ancient Divine Hall to participate in the Martial God Trial.
The Gold Element Avatar and Little Douzi led three thousand Level 19 Celestial Court members to attack the Ting Race encampment.
The Earth Element Avatar led five thousand Level 19 Celestial Court members to assault the Zhuo Race encampment.
The Water Element Avatar remained stationed within the Wind Race encampment.
Qian Lingxue also stayed in the Palm Buddha Country, deploying a Time Force Field to assist Wang Teng in his seclusion and the avatar in Alchemy.
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Time flew by swiftly!
In the blink of an eye, five hours had passed in the outside world.
During these five hours, over a thousand Celestial Court members successfully passed the Martial God Trial, with all of them experiencing a dramatic increase in strength, and half of them breaking through a combat power of 100,000.
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At the same time, Canglan Sea Region, the edge of Divine Land Island.
Qian Xuanji floated in the air, gazing into the direction of the Wind Race encampment.
The vast sea stretched endlessly, with no end in sight.
Behind him floated a short man in a red robe, none other than Luo Wan.
After five hours of travel, Luo Wan finally reached the Daqian Divine Dynasty.
"Brother Xuanji, if I am not mistaken, isn't there a teleportation array between your Daqian Divine Dynasty and the Wind Race encampment?"
Luo Wan also looked towards the Wind Race encampment and couldn't help but speak.
Qian Xuanji shook his head with a wry smile: "That teleportation array has been severed by someone!"
Luo Wan's heart stirred: "Brother Xuanji, does that mean Wang Teng is at the Wind Race encampment?"
Qian Xuanji nodded lightly: "It's very likely!"
"By the way, Brother Xuanji, what do you think Wang Teng's true strength is?"
Luo Wan asked curiously again.
Qian Xuanji pondered for a while and said: "Before the first round of competition results were issued, that kid probably already had Early-Ninth Realm strength. After these rewards, he might have Mid-Ninth Realm strength."
"Is that so? Brother Xuanji, aren't you overestimating that kid!"
Luo Wan smiled slightly, somewhat incredulous.
Just a small Challenger Faction!
How could he reach Mid-Ninth Realm strength in such a short time!
If that were true, it would be too exaggerated!
Not to mention that this challenger hails from Small Thousand World.
Even if they were from Great Thousand Worlds, it still wouldn't be possible.
Qian Xuanji sighed: "I wish I was overestimating! But all signs indicate he most likely has Mid-Ninth Realm strength."
Luo Wan remained dismissive: "Even if he has Mid-Ninth Realm strength, the two of us together can still crush him!"
Qian Xuanji laughed: "That's exactly what I want! Wang Teng is a major threat and must be eliminated as soon as possible! Otherwise, there will be endless trouble!"
Luo Wan nodded slightly: "Indeed! Challengers with the favor of the Great World's will often grow quickly! That kid is an exceptional Challenger, growing even faster!"
Qian Xuanji: "Brother Luo Wan, there are still seventeen hours until the entrance to the Taichu Sacred Land opens, we can't delay any longer! We must kill Wang Teng before then!"
Upon hearing this, Luo Wan finally felt a hint of urgency.
"Then let's go! By the way, Brother Xuanji, at our speed, can we reach the Wind Race encampment in three hours?"
"We should be able to, let's go!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the two of them flew towards the Wind Race encampment.
Their speed was extremely fast, in an instant they turned into two streams of light, disappearing at the end of the sea.
Only an inconspicuous plant by the island swayed gently in the wind…
After the two left, in the sea near Divine Land Island, a large mass of white mist suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Soon, the white mist slowly condensed into a humanoid form, transforming into a white-haired elder in a white robe.
The white-haired elder walked on the sea surface, as if stepping on flat ground, as though he weighed nothing at all, gently undulating with the ocean.
At this moment, his hands were clasped behind him, gazing into the direction Qian Xuanji and Luo Wan left with a faint smile on his lips.
"So, Wang Teng is at the Wind Race encampment… Interesting!"
The elder mused in his heart.
This time, the information provided by Xue Tuo Luo was very useful!
In fact, this elder was a powerful figure from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.
The Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, ranked fourth among the Top Ten Mysterious Forces, much stronger than the Blood Moon Race and the Daqian Divine Dynasty.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This time, I will seize those two Holy Land Passage Tokens from these two!"
The elder's lips curled into an intelligent smile.
He was in a particularly good mood.
You must know, Holy Land Passage Tokens have always been one of the top three opportunities.
He never expected such an opportunity to voluntarily present itself.
As long as he defeats Luo Wan and Qian Xuanji, the Passage Tokens will naturally be his, and there are two of them!
With his strength, defeating Luo Wan and Qian Xuanji should be a piece of cake.
As for Wang Teng…
According to Qian Xuanji, he has Mid-Stage Ninth Earth Tier strength.
With such strength, lacking a suppression object or means of resurrection, he doesn't even qualify as his opponent.
With this thought, the elder smiled faintly, his figure gradually becoming semi-transparent before vanishing into the ocean…
In reality, whether it was the white-haired elder, Qian Xuanji, or Luo Wan, they all severely underestimated Wang Teng's strength.
The current Wang Teng, even without integrating with Little Douzi, already possesses the Peak of Ninth Realm strength.
If he completes the integration, his strength can reach the Earth Tier Limit.
