The Great Tang: Starting from the Sword Saint’s Disciple
38Wei Zhuang’s Possession Target

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The next morning.

For the geniuses who had been chosen to join the Reliance Camp, this was a special day.

They were about to enter King Reliance's estate.

The so-called Reliance Camp was located in King Reliance's residence.

This was a mansion that occupied thousands of acres. There were pavilions everywhere and rockery everywhere.

However, unlike ordinary wealthy families,

King Reliance's manor had lost a bit of its noble air, but had become more iron-blooded and domineering.

There were few maids along the road.

All of them were replaced by soldiers holding weapons and longbows at their waists.

The group of youths walked forward.

Soon, they arrived at a spacious martial arts practice field. There were many soldiers wearing military armor watching by the side.

"The challenge for the Thirteen Thrones is about to begin. Who do you think will be the champion this time?”

"Your Highness has selected the best of the best in the Nine States to establish the Reliance Camp. I wonder if that peerless genius has appeared?”

"How can there be none?"

"Let's not talk about Martial City, which Mister Ji has personally chosen as number one. The Li Family's Young Master Li Shimin and the Chu Public House's Young Master Yang Xuangan are both at least at Xiantian fourth stage.”

"There are also Xiong Kuohai, Hou Xibai, and the others.”

The group of soldiers discussed animatedly. It was obvious that they were here to watch the show.

The challenge of the Thirteen Thrones.

Not only for these talented youths, but also for the soldiers in the Imperial Residence.

Those who were not on duty today all rushed over to watch.

"Brother Wu, there are so many people!"

Shen Luo Yan looked at the surroundings of the martial arts arena,

At this moment, it was already covered by many soldiers. At least thousands of people were watching this event. The gazes and heated discussions made her heart beat faster.

"Yeah, there are quite a lot of people." Dugu Cheng nodded in agreement.

"There's less than a quarter of an hour until nine o'clock. The challenge for the Thirteen Thrones is about to begin.”

Shen Luo Yan's expression was somewhat excited.

Originally,

Facing a group of Half-step to Inborn and even Inborn geniuses.

As a Houtian ninth stage cultivator, she had no chance of obtaining a venerable seat.

However, because of Dugu Cheng, her seat today was almost guaranteed.

Just look at their lineup.

The unfathomable Dugu Cheng, the unrivaled Divine Power Wushuang Gui (Xiong Kuohai), and the peerless Lightness Skill Bai Feng (Hou Xibai).

If this lineup still couldn't do it,

If they helped Shen Luo Yan to take down another Honored Seat, then the few of them would not be able to survive anymore.

Compared to Shen Luo Yan,

Dugu Cheng, Bai Feng, and the other two were much calmer.

After all, to them,

The so-called competition for the 13 seats of honor was nothing more than taking something out of the bag.

"So many young geniuses!"

Duan Lang looked around, his eyes filled with amazement.

Ever since his father 'died', he had been brought into the World Council and demoted to a horse slave, living an inhuman life.

He had originally thought that he would be able to stand out in the World Conference one day by practicing his martial arts.

However, he did not expect Nie Feng to bring him news.

King Reliance, ranked third on the Earth Board.

Regardless of their background, gender, they actually chose young talents from all over the world to form the Reliance Battalion.

Instantly, Duan Lang had the thought of escaping.

In the end, with Nie Feng's help, he successfully escaped from the World Association and joined the Reliance Battalion.

Duan Lang thought that he was extremely talented.

Even in the Reliance Camp, where geniuses gathered, he was able to secure a seat of honor.

But seeing the geniuses around him, Duan Lang suddenly lost his confidence.

The one who could get a seat in the challenge of the Thirteen Thrones would definitely be nurtured by King Reliance.

However, the surrounding young geniuses…

They were either terrifyingly powerful or had a powerful family behind them.

He could let them rope him in.

Those who knew that they had no hope of obtaining the 13 seats of honor became their fighters.

These people were also a force that could not be ignored.

"Li Shiming and Yang Xuangan, both their strength and the forces behind them are unfathomable. They can definitely take down two Venerables.”

"Martial City, who ranked first in the exam, Xiong Kuohai, who is extremely powerful, and Hou Xibai, who is stepping on flowers and shadows, have obviously formed an alliance.”

"Putting aside the fact that his strength is unshakable, he might even help that Shen Luo Yan obtain a Venerate Seat.”

"Six of the thirteen Thrones went directly!”

"Which means,"

"I have to fight with the remaining ten Inborn experts and the many Half-step to Inborn groups for the remaining seven seats.”

Duan Lang sized up the youths around him while calculating in his heart.

Although he was talented, he was only thirteen and a half years old.

His cultivation had just entered the Connate Realm.

Originally, if it was a one-on-one competition, he would have to rely on the Fire Qilin Sword Technique passed down in his family.

He still had some confidence in winning a Venerate seat, but now…

It was unfair!

How could someone with ordinary talent be able to obtain a venerable seat by forming a faction?

As for a truly talented person like him, he could only be buried.

Duan Lang suddenly felt a sense of unwillingness and even hatred.

Even Dugu Cheng was hated by him.

"Your own strength is strong and it's over for you to seize one Honored Seat. You are actually still not satisfied and even want to help Shen Luo Yan obtain one.”

"My already slim chances have been reduced by a few percent.”

"A dog trying to get a mouse is a busybody. Don't give this young master a chance. Otherwise, I'll definitely teach you a lesson.”

Duan Lang looked at Dugu Cheng with hatred in his eyes.

Duan Lang's gaze was filled with hatred.

Dugu Cheng, who had the Eye of Void Consciousness and was extremely sensitive, instantly sensed it.

"Hmm?" Dugu Cheng frowned and pointed in the direction of Broken Wave." Luo Yan, who is that young man?"”

"That youth is called Duan Lang!"

"He's the son of Commander Duan, the head of Nan Lin's sword. On the third day of the assessment, besides Yang Xuangan, his performance was the best.”

"At the age of thirteen and a half, he has already broken through to the Connate Realm. This time, he might be able to obtain a Venerate.”

Shen Luo Yan introduced Dugu Cheng as if he was a family treasure.

Ever since she took the initiative to approach Dugu Cheng,

He was already a follower of the other party, but in terms of martial strength.

Whether it was Xiong Kuohai or Hou Xibai, they were far superior to her.

Under such circumstances, Shen Luo Yan could only work on other aspects.

For example…intelligence!

"Broken Wave?"

Dugu Cheng looked at Duan Lang and muttered to himself,

"Although I don't know why you're showing hostility towards me, since you've already seen me as an enemy, don't blame me for striking first.”

"Your talent in the Tao of the sword is not bad. You can be the target of Wei Zhuang's possession.”

Just as Dugu Cheng made his decision,

Duan Lang suddenly felt a cold air enveloping him.

It was bone-chilling, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not find the source.

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