Both the Human Clan cultivators of the Great Sima Nation and Jiang Ke’er herself had been anticipating this match for a long time.
The commentators did not prattle on; having been humiliated repeatedly, they naturally knew to be cautious with their words.
They weren’t making a living off of jinxing people, after all.
This was likely the quietest Shenzhou Cup match in history.
Perhaps tired of this oppressive silence, the audience began to grow rowdy.
It was unclear who started it, but Jiang Ke’er gradually heard insults growing in intensity, with overwhelming malice and disgust pressing in on her.
Jiang Ke’er was not angry; she merely sighed with pity.
They were just a flock of fools, blindly following the crowd and easily incited.
These clamorous noises could not enrage her; instead, it was a gorgeously dressed man sitting at the feet of Yu Wenhua Ji who made Jiang Ke’er feel uncomfortable.
That was a Demon, draped in a thick fur cloak, with a style and appearance that exuded the distinct aristocratic flair of Beiju Luzhou.
Jiang Ke’er did not need an introduction to know where he came from. She did not even want to glance at him for a second longer; he was disgusting.
Unfortunately, while she did not step forward to seek trouble with him, the man stood up, a look of fury on his face.
He pointed at Jiang Ke’er from afar and roared, “Audacious! You have yet to kneel upon seeing the ruler of the Great Sima Nation! You traitor who lacks basic etiquette, you are truly a disgrace to the Demon Race!”
The man’s actions instantly stifled the rowdy atmosphere.
The Human Clan cultivators in the audience paused their shelling of Jiang Ke’er, happily beginning to watch this internal strife among the same race.
In their eyes, this scene was truly magnificent and satisfying. ‘Qing Yi, act arrogant now! How does it feel to be backstabbed by your own kind?’
‘Oh? Trying to pick a fight with me?’
‘Then you have come to the right person!’
Jiang Ke’er did not waste words, merely stating indifferently, “Your name is Awai.”
“?”
Awai paused, not understanding what Jiang Ke’er meant by saying this out of the blue, but he sneered in disgust, “My name is Lu Zhengzhi! You don’t even know who I am… How could there be such an ignorant wretch among the Demon Race?”
“Heh,” Jiang Ke’er chuckled, looking at Awai as if he were already a dead man.
She was not in a hurry, however, and continued, “Let me ask you a question. Do you think Yu Wenhua Ji is a piece of human excrement with no sense of responsibility, low intelligence, and poor moral character? And are you nothing but a maggot in the sewer that only knows how to eat feces?”
“Presumptuous!” Awai’s face turned a liver-colored purple with rage.
“What kind of thing are you? How dare you spout such nonsense to insult Lord Yu Wenhua Ji, the supreme ruler of the Great Sima Nation?! Today, I shall eliminate a piece of trash like you on behalf of the Demon Race!”
“Don’t be in such a rush to blow up,” Jiang Ke’er tilted her head, glancing at him with contempt.
“If you acknowledge that what I said is true—that Yu Wenhua Ji is merely a pile of excrement and you are a maggot… why don’t you just die suddenly for me right now? That way, you can express your agreement with me without worrying about retaliation from that piece of excrement!”
Awai laughed, “Ptui! Keep dreaming! How could I possibly…”
Awai died.
Jiang Ke’er spoke in a low voice, and Awai’s words were cut short.
His body jerked violently, his eyes rolled back, and he fell backward!
Awai’s body collapsed into the arms of Yu Wenhua Ji, who was stunned for a moment as he caught him.
But he immediately realized what had happened, and his expression changed drastically.
‘What the hell? He actually just dropped dead?!’
‘What exactly are you trying to do???’
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Yu Wenhua Ji felt like he was having a stroke from the anger these past few days. He kicked Awai’s corpse away toward the arena doctor and said coldly, “Save him for me!”
The arena doctor curled his lips and said bluntly, “I am sorry, Your Majesty. You would have to look for the Queen of the Earth for this, and it would have to be the Queen of the Earth during the peak era of the Underworld Province.”
“What do you mean? Don’t tell me he really is dead?” Yu Wenhua Ji was so angry that his vision blurred.
“Yes, sudden death,” the doctor answered honestly.
“…”
‘That means I am feces, then?’
Not only that, but waves of commotion suddenly broke out in the audience.
“Help! Save someone! Awai has collapsed!”
“The Awai over here has collapsed too! Doctor! Doctor!”
“Another Awai has died!”
It appeared there was more than one Awai among the cultivators who agreed with Jiang Ke’s words.
They were expressing their opinions to Yu Wenhua Ji one after another by dropping dead.
Yu Wenhua Ji was losing his sanity.
He thought of that empty national treasury and, for the sake of the treasury, he tried to suppress the urge to interrupt the Shenzhou Cup and chop Jiang Ke’er down right there.
He growled, “The match begins.”
Having said that, he hoisted his knife and marched off the arena aggressively, heading straight for the Ambassadorial Residence in Daxing City of the Northern Demon Kingdom.
‘To hell with the Northern Beijia Demon Kingdom!’
‘I gave you enough face!’
‘You are the ones who are feces!’
Even though Yu Wenhua Ji could not guess that such a worldview-shattering Word Spirit Technique as “Awai died” existed, he knew there was something strange going on.
He knew it must have been some evil method Jiang Ke’er used and not the fault of the Northern Beijia Demon Kingdom.
Taking his anger out on the ambassadors of the Northern Beijia Demon Kingdom was clearly an irrational act.
But he could not hold it in anymore.
He had to grab a few Demons and slaughter them; otherwise, his Dao Heart would collapse!
Jiang Ke’er and the remaining members of the Bagpipe Squad stood at the southern end of the arena.
Jiang Ke’er scanned the surroundings, feeling a pang of regret that she could not see Si Lian.
“Aunt Lian yearned for this day more than anyone, yearned for these two victories… But it is fine. Since she is not here, let us clear her name for her!” Jiang Ke’er said. “She has shielded us for so long; it is time for us to help her!”
No one remembers the names of the second or third-place finishers.
Therefore, the goal was the championship!
Jiang Ke’er looked toward the other end of the arena, and only at this moment did she notice the opponents she was about to face.
Wait, this single-line formation… five Magic Cultivators?!
The lineup of the Battlewaste Team had obviously undergone a earth-shattering change. Even though they had won the championship countless times, they had still cautiously studied the Bagpipe Squad and changed their strategy for this.
“I suggest you surrender,” the captain of Battlewaste Team One said calmly.
“Assassination capability has always been the weakness of the Bagpipe Squad. Two front-line fighters seem overly bloated, and the firepower of your Magic Cultivators is pitifully weak… Your shortcomings have always been too obvious. You do not even need to use your brain to target them.”
“Emmm…” Jiang Ke’er was speechless.
“I do not care about the grudges between our races, and I mean no mockery by saying these words. I simply crave a worthwhile battle,” the Battlewaste team captain, Xing Lie, bowed politely to Jiang Ke’er and continued.
“Although your lineup has changed by one member, which was unexpected, the change of one person is not enough to make up for the flaws in your lineup… I do not want to waste time. Surrender; do not waste time playing this meaningless battle. My only opponents are the Team Deities.”
Although there was contempt in his words, Jiang Ke’er could feel his earnest attitude. He was a respectable opponent obsessed with the competition.
Thus, she temporarily turned off her mockery switch and said calmly, “You have underestimated the Bagpipe Squad, and you have underestimated that one change. Let us fight and see; we will not let you down.”
Xing Lie shook his head.
“You cannot even cross the centerline of the arena. Must you lose so miserably before you are satisfied? Even if your new team member is strong, it will be to no avail.”
“No,” Jiang Ke’er smiled. “I am afraid you have never heard of what is called—”
“A Hexagonal Warrior.”