Zongsheng Palace, a majestic palace with red walls and blue tiles, stands above the clouds, like a magnificent palace in heaven.
The red central door in front of the palace is wide open, and bad guys in black uniforms are lined up with swords in their hands, standing solemnly on the white jade steps on both sides, guarding this luxurious palace.
Many of the guests attending the ceremony were wearing all kinds of gorgeous ancient costumes. At first glance, it looked like a large-scale ancient-style cosplay city comic exhibition that has emerged in recent years.
But their shining golden eyes were really frightening and majestic, completely lacking the relaxed atmosphere at the exhibition.
The orthodox power is dominated by the Li family, and due to generations of marriages, the three families of Zhao, Zhou, and Si have been derived. They have always firmly controlled the rules of the Chinese mixed race world, and they are equivalent to the uncrowned emperor.
"Brother Yao, how capable do you think our new orthodox true king is?" Among the guests who were waiting boredly for the ceremony to begin, someone nudged the literary young man next to him with his elbow and asked casually.
The muscular man who just spoke was named Zhou Chen, an outstanding representative of the new generation of mixed-bloods in the Zhou family. He was currently wearing a simple black jacket, a pair of sky blue jeans, and tied his hair into a half-long ponytail. He only had to put on sunglasses to participate in the exciting motorcycle race of "Touch the Limit".
"It's hard to say. I heard that no high-risk red A-level hybrid is worthy of him drawing a sword. It's a pity that I haven't seen the live battle footage leaked. Maybe it's because the level is not enough." The young man known as Brother Yao wore a pair of He wears black-rimmed square glasses, his face is like a crown jewel, and his white shirt is clean and refreshing. Just by his temperament, you can tell that he is not a simple character.
Si Jia, Si Yao.
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The orthodox prime minister generally divides the wanted fallen hybrids into three levels: a, b, and c according to their comprehensive strength. Each level is divided into three levels: gold, red, black, and red level A according to the danger level of the unknown spirit. It is absolutely terrifying. role.
As for those above A level, there are even stronger hybrids. Just because they already have the strength equivalent to four or five generations of pure-blood dragons, they are not included in the rating list of fallen hybrids. Instead, they are collectively called hybrid monarchs.
There are very few such people, but every one of them is terrifying. At least for now, if orthodox young people encounter them on a mission, they will basically die.
A frivolous smile suddenly appeared on Zhou Chen's resolute face, as if he was cutting an axe. "Who can say for sure? Maybe he didn't have time to draw the sword."
Zhou Chen once followed a team of delinquents to participate in a roundup of high-risk red-A-level hybrids. The Yanling King's Attendant controlled many ordinary people nearby, making them helpless in fighting, and they sacrificed a lot. It cost a lot to successfully kill it.
Therefore, he clearly knows how terrifying it is for a Rakshasa of this level to go crazy. When they are completely transformed into dragons, ordinary bullets have no effect on them. Even specially treated alchemy bullets can only cause injury but not death.
In the end, he was the only one left to rely on the brief increase in physical strength obtained after releasing the Word Spirit Bronze Throne, and he was able to cut off the blue-black ghost head with difficulty with the alchemy sword.
He still remembers that because he was too nervous when he made the first cut, the blade only penetrated half of Rakshasa's neck. The harsh noise like metal friction lingered in his mind like a nightmare.
The fallen hybrid with a monster-like body is like a demon crawling out of hell. Its vitality is as tenacious as the weeds on the roadside, and its fighting will is as ferocious as a hungry jackal.
If such a role could be easily handled by a son of the clan who was much younger than him, Zhou Chen was the first to stand up and express his disbelief.
Although it is good that the Li family belongs to the Zong family, it cannot push a child to the position of true king and add a lot of unwarranted halo to him just to maintain the authority of the Zong family.
The glory of orthodoxy requires blood and fire to defend and reforge, not the so-called blood inheritance.
But what they don't know is that during the first battle, it was Li Chengqian who ordered the sealing of the video and satellite images of the battle scene in order to protect the secret of Chu Zihang's awakening of the high-risk word spirit from being leaked.
"Challengers have been allowed to appear in the succession ceremonies of true kings in the past. You can go up and try." Si Yao beside him tilted his head and glanced at Zhou Chen, who was filled with indignation.
This ancient ritual is essentially similar to the rules of the animal kingdom. Just like the lion king who leads the lion group on the grassland will constantly be provoked by stray lions, the lion king needs to defeat such challengers to prove his iron-blooded authority. .
If the challenger wins, it will be time for the old king to abdicate and the new king to ascend the throne.
The so-called rituals of orthodoxy are just a little whitewash for this cold iron law of the jungle.
No matter who the challengers are, how many there are, or what purpose they have on the stage, the crowd watching will not care. They only care about who the final winner is.
A true king who does not have enough strength is "morally unmatched"!
"Why don't you go first and I'll hold the line for you?" Zhou Chen, who seemed tall and powerful, was cautious, for fear of being used as a weapon.
"Put away your pitiful little thoughts and see who's coming over there." Si Yao couldn't help but sneer. Even if this idiot has some brains, in his eyes, it's the same as nothing. It doesn't mean much. .
Zhou Chen looked over after hearing this, his face turned pale with fright, and his tall body was trembling faintly.
"She, she, why is she back? Isn't she supposed to be on a mission in the ghost cave in Kyoto?" Zhou Chen stumbled and spoke, which was very different from the way I used to be the best in the world.
The Kyoto Ghost Cave is a complex underground cave in the country. It is connected in all directions and is regarded as the best place to live by the fallen hybrids who are wanted by the orthodox. Their activities were rampant within the scope of the ghost cave. The orthodox people had killed them many times because the terrain was too complex and it was difficult to annihilate them all at once. So they keep resurrecting, just like shadows always follow where there is light.
Near the main entrance is a cute girl in black clothes who is about 1.65 meters tall. She carries a green tasseled silver gun on her shoulder that is longer than her. The shape is slightly weird.
Zhao family, Zhao Xi. An absolute monster girl, she was able to fight a black A-level Rakshasa (Deadpool) head-on at the age of fourteen. She entered a ghost cave in Kyoto for training at the age of eighteen, and there was no news within a year.
When he was a child, with his strange strength and an alchemy spear passed down from his ancestors, he once beat the elite geniuses of the orthodox family to the point of crying for their fathers, including Zhou Chen.
At that time, because he had the thickest skin and the strongest strength among the group of people, he was beaten the most times, which brought a lot of shadow to his young and young mind at that time.
"I came back two days ago. It is said that I also brought the corpses of the three leaders of the ghost cave." Si Yao leaned against Zhou Chen and whispered in a low voice. He knew what this kid was most afraid of.
The nine leaders of the ghost cave have been the permanent bounty targets on the orthodox wanted list for decades. Each of them has the strength of red A level or above, and the strongest one belongs to the category of mixed-blood monarch.
In other words, Zhao Xi spent a year alone in the territory of a mixed-blood monarch. Not only did he bloodbath his ghost cave, he also killed three of his capable subordinates.
Thinking of this, Zhou Chen found that his future life was dark and bleak, and he could only recite the mantra for himself over and over again in his heart: suffering in this life, blessings in the next!
Don't lower your head, the crown will fall off! Don't cry, the bad guys will laugh!
"Don't worry, Zhao Xi is a martial arts madman who can only challenge the strong. You are too weak now." Si Yao glanced at Zhou Chen, who was on the verge of collapse, and realized that he had overestimated his mental endurance, so he had to say something Comfort, even though these words may hurt a little bit.
"You must be Si Yao from the Si family. Yes, you do look better than that guy Zhou Chen. Come find me at the martial arts training ground tomorrow."
Just when Si Yao and Zhou Chen were communicating in a low voice, the soft girl in black noticed the sandbag she had beaten since childhood. She immediately walked over with a spear on her back and wanted to say hello, but her eyes were unconsciously placed on Zhou Chen's side. On young people.
In her almost monster instinct, the gentle man in front of her was obviously more dangerous. Although the threat to her is still very limited, it is good to practice with her during this period of time without actual combat to relieve her fatigue!
So she directly asked Si Yao to fight. In her impression, no one would refuse her invitation to fight, because if she refused, she would come to him, hehe!
Si Yao's face with a dark smile froze instantly and looked at Zhao Xi. In his perception, there was a sweet, cute girl with big eyes in front of him. This damn girl was like a bloody gun that could pierce the sky!
The unparalleled sharp spear intent seemed to cut his body apart smoothly. This feeling was like a solid cold spear tip slightly pressing against his neck. As long as he dared to say a word "no", the next step would be to kill him. In a moment the gun would pierce his throat, dripping with blood.
"Uh..., okay!"
There was a chill in the back of the self-proclaimed literary young man, and the feeling of life and death in the blink of an eye made him tremble with fear.
Is this the genius who came out of the ghost cave in Kyoto filled with countless degenerate hybrids? He asked himself in his heart. For the first time, he felt this deep sense of powerlessness in front of his peers, and the gap in strength was like a huge chasm.
In front of such extremely sharp power, any resourcefulness, high-risk words, or excellent bloodline are as brittle as thin paper.
There was only a gun's distance between him and her, and life and death were within this one foot. She lives, he dies!
After getting the answer she wanted, the girl in black nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left carrying the green tassel spear that was taller than a person.
At this moment, a big hand climbed onto the shoulder of Si Yao, who was still in shock. So he turned his head and saw a pair of loving eyes looking at him, which made him want to vomit.
"Yao, it's great to have you!"
The muscular young man spoke shyly, but there was a teasing smile in his eyes.
"roll!"
Veins suddenly popped up on Si Yao's fair forehead, and he uttered a rare curse word. He clenched his hands tightly into fists and suppressed the idea of beating Zhou Chen here.
If I can't beat Zhao Xi, why should I be afraid of you?
At this time, the loud and long bells resounded through the sky, and the guests in front of the Zongsheng Palace became solemn and stopped whispering to each other.
The succession ceremony of the orthodox true king begins on time, and all spectators need to pay the highest respect to this ceremony.
A handsome boy with short hair and bare feet, wearing a gorgeous lapis robe, walked slowly from a distance, like a god traveling on clouds. Behind him, four young women in blue and white Han attire were following him, holding various kinds of support.
The appearance alone is enough to overshadow everyone present. Among the guests invited to watch the ceremony, there was a girl with shining golden eyes. She really wanted to take him home!
