23: Chapter 23 The White-Robed Cultivator

Above the Divine Realm, the gathering place for the Divine Lords.

Not far from Yang Bai, a man as sturdy as a bear collapsed to the ground, his face filled with an expression of disbelief.

The man known as the Beast King suddenly snapped out of it and roared loudly at the surrounding gods: "Who is it? Whose subordinates are these? Damn it all, wasn't it agreed that we would cooperate? Why did you attack me?"

From his words, it was not hard to tell that he was one of the official contestants in this God War Tournament.

Yang Bai noticed the man and immediately guessed that he was the Divine Lord of the Armored White Bears.

"Hiss, are Cultivators really that capable in a fight?"

Watching his own subordinates slaughtering their way through the Divine Realm, Yang Bai couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm; without a reference point, judging things becomes a major problem.

Eight days had passed since Yang Bai awakened to become a god, but he had spent seven of them in the confinement room of No. 4 Middle School.

This newcomer tournament was the second battle he had fought since awakening.

In other words, the various inspections that newborn gods conduct on their Divine Realms—such as Divine Realm assessments, god profession evaluations, subordinate combat power assessments, simulated multi-dimensional battles, and so on—

Yang Bai had not done any of these inspections; he had no idea of the true strength of his subordinates.

The only thing Yang Bai knew was that this group of Cultivator subordinates had their own unique abilities and were exceptionally capable in combat.

The Beast King's roar attracted the attention of other lords, and the remaining Divine Lords sneered mockingly.

"How pathetic, to be completely wiped out just as the match begins."

"If you're weak, practice more. Wailing here after your subordinates are all dead—who are you putting on a show for?"

"I thought he was something special, turns out that's all the strength he has."

These cannon-fodder gods had no idea how powerful the Beast King was, regarding him only as a trashy lord who had lost his qualification to compete.

But for the remaining four official contestants, this was not good news.

The strength of an official contestant far exceeds that of a cannon-fodder lord of the same rank. Being able to wipe out his subordinates in such a short time meant that a ruthless character, not accounted for in the plans, had appeared in this match.

'We need to form an alliance, and it needs to be fast.'

The remaining four official contestants looked at each other and quickly understood each other's thoughts.

Because of the tournament mechanics of the God War Tournament, Divine Lords cannot see each other's situations within the virtual Divine Realm, so the others in Divine Realm 23 had no idea what the Beast King had experienced.

But in the eyes of the spectators outside, they saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

One sword strike shattered the wind and snow, one sword strike killed a Hero-level unit above its rank, and one sword strike shocked nine hundred high-level troops.

This sword strike was actually delivered by a human subordinate.

If that were all, it would be fine; after all, the human who struck the sword was a Hero unit.

Hero units are super-powerful combatants among subordinates; even if it was a human hero, it was understandable for such power to be unleashed in a single strike.

However, the remaining white-robed humans were all ordinary subordinate units, yet these twenty-some white-robed humans were pinning nine hundred Armored War Bears to the ground and beating them up.

Ask yourself, what kind of human could take a monster ten times larger than themselves, one clad in heavy armor, and punch it several meters off the ground?

The white-robed humans fighting with their bare hands had already transcended the cognition of the watching gods, and those white-robed humans who could use magic without incantations or wind-ups were even more of a shock to everyone's worldview.

"Holy shit, when did humans become so fierce?"

"Is this really the human race? Could the race be fake?"

"This must be an exhibition match; the acting is too obvious."

"Runic Silver Armor, Winter Wrath Bear, Blessing of the Blizzard—holy shit, I know who the god being beaten is. Isn't that the tournament's dark horse contestant—the Winter Beast King?"

When this sentence popped up in the crowd, the watching gods opened the tournament's contestant information table, and soon found the god of the Armored War Bears at the top of the dark horse god rankings.

Only then did they realize that things had developed in an unbelievable direction.

The universally recognized weakest human subordinates were using their vastly inferior numbers to slice through a powerful race armed to the teeth like vegetables, even chasing them down to attack.

To be honest, if you were to randomly select 24 Cultivators inside the White Jade Capital, they might not even be able to beat these nine hundred Armored War Bears.

But the problem is, the people who came with Chen Jianfeng and Chu Gehang were not randomly selected.

Back at the Reincarnation Square in the White Jade Capital, those Cultivators stood in formations according to their strength, with the strongest ones standing at the very front.

As it turned out, when they entered the teleportation channel, the spatial rift that separated them appeared at an angle.

This resulted in all those Cultivators at the front being assigned to the same team.

Now, the 24 Cultivators chasing the Armored War Bears included 4 at the 8th level of Qi Refining, 7 at the 7th level of Qi Refining, and the rest were all at the 6th level of Qi Refining and the peak of the 5th level of Qi Refining.

This makes it quite interesting.

After this performance, the heat of Virtual Divine Realm No. 23 continued to rise, and it was directly pushed by the tournament officials to the most prominent broadcasting position.

Then, a certain high-end office building not far away exploded.

"Damn, whose fierce warriors are these? Why didn't my media agency receive any news?"

"Editor-in-chief, the popularity of the white-robed humans has already exceeded 100,000. Should we clear out a hot spot for them?"

"Clear out nothing! Open a special column for me, and push this tough guy to the top. Our bonuses for this year all depend on him."

A group of news professionals watching the live broadcast from start to finish naturally noticed the outstanding performance of the Cultivators, and they immediately realized that a chance to get rich had arrived.

However, this excitement didn't last long before a phone call came into their office.

The deputy editor-in-chief picked up the phone to answer, and upon hearing the voice on the other end, his expression froze.

"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand, I will definitely convey your meaning." The deputy editor-in-chief said in a respectful tone.

Putting down the phone, the deputy editor-in-chief sighed, then said seriously to the editor-in-chief, who was still directing everyone: "Editor-in-chief, the higher-ups have given orders that no media personnel are allowed to report on the news about the white-robed humans."

"Who is it, acting so high and mighty? I'll..."

"It was a call from Elder Chen's secretary."

Upon hearing Elder Chen's name, the editor-in-chief froze in place, a bead of cold sweat running down his forehead.

The editor-in-chief wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a trembling voice: "Ah, Secretary Leng called personally? Then, well, we'd better do as they say."

On the God War Tournament screen, the performance of twenty-some white-robed humans chasing nine hundred Armored War Bears soon ended.

The white-robed humans wiped out an entire legion of Armored War Bears with a nearly flawless record.

However, just as everyone was still engrossed, the scene on the screen suddenly changed.

On the screen, dozens of white-robed humans streaked through the dense forest like meteors. The impenetrable forest was like flat ground in their eyes, and their numbers were three times that of those on the snowfield.

Not far from them was another dark horse contestant of the God War Tournament.