120: The competition begins

"Everyone, the former Saint of our sect, Chu Tiange, lacked sufficient strength. During his training, he was captured by the Demon Race. The Demon Race then shapeshifted into his likeness to bewitch the Human Race, nearly causing a grave mistake. His sins are heavy!"

"Fortunately, he was saved by an offering from the Ancient Domain Xiao Clan, which stopped the loss in time, allowing our sect to send experts to Seal the area, preventing further casualties!"

"We hereby strip Chu Tiange of his position as Saint, revoke all Cultivate resources, and sentence him to five hundred years of confinement in Tianxuan Prison. For two thousand years after his release, he shall not hold any position within the Tianxuan Sect. Chu Tiange, do you have any objections?"

Below the high sky, on the Tianxuan Plaza, a disheveled man with unkempt hair was brought up.

The man's aura was withered, and heavy iron chains bound his hands and feet. Beside him were two Disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall dressed in black.

This person was none other than the former Saint of the Tianxuan Sect, Chu Tiange. At this moment, he had completely lost his former dashing appearance, causing a sigh of emotion to ripple through the crowd.

Hearing the words of Tian Yan from high above, Chu Tiange opened his eyes, lifted his head, and spoke weakly.

"Chu Tiange accepts the punishment."

Mu Wuchen looked at the Chu Tiange before him and was slightly stunned.

Such a sentence could not be considered light.

Tianxuan Prison did not just imprison sinners of the Tianxuan Sect, but desperadoes from the entire Heavenly God Domain.

These criminals were suppressed beneath the Tianxuan Sect, with powerful Formation support and many offerings from the Tianxuan Sect guarding them day and night.

Among them were not only the Human Race but also other races...

And Chu Tiange actually had to enter such a place for five hundred years...

Thinking of this, a sharp light flashed in Mu Wuchen's eyes.

His Ten Thousand Soul Banner was currently without any Soul to use. If he had the Souls of these desperadoes...

Moreover, the Soul power and the resentment within these desperadoes must far exceed that of ordinary people...

Many of these people were heinous villains. Do not blame Mu Wuchen for coveting their power; blame them for deserving to die.

"This Saint Grand Competition has a total of 4,000 participants. The preliminary selection is divided into three rounds. Based on a draw, two people will fight each other. The winner advances, the loser is eliminated. Those who win three consecutive matches enter the next round!"

Mu Wuchen casually chose a spot, took Little Fairy Yun Li's little hand, and sat down, drawing envious gazes from the surrounding Disciples.

This kind of selection was completely meaningless to him.

As long as he wanted it, the position of Saint could not possibly be anyone else's, unless the two of them met in the preliminary rounds.

However, that was impossible.

Because both of them had already reached the Mystic Infant stage. To ensure that seeded players would not be directly eliminated, the very few Mystic Infant Disciples would not meet in the first round.

In Mu Wuchen's view, the result of this Saint selection had already been decided: it would be him and Little Fairy Yun Li.

One name after another was called, and one battle after another began, with swords and blades flashing, fighting fiercely.

However, Mu Wuchen was uninterested.

In his eyes, this level of fighting was about the same as children playing house in kindergarten.

He tilted his head, admiring the Little Fairy beside him.

After her Breakthrough to the Mystic Infant stage, the Little Fairy had become even more beautiful.

Among the women Mu Wuchen had encountered since coming to this world, it seemed only Yun Li could rival Su Meier.

At the same time, these two women were likely the ones he trusted the most so far.

At this moment, she was cold and ethereal, like a stunning beauty who did not belong to the mortal world, making one unable to bear the thought of desecrating her.

Yet, after several deep interactions with such a woman, Mu Wuchen had discovered some special attributes beneath her cold exterior.

Her performance when she was drunk that day was definitely not an accident.

Every time he communicated with Yun Li, she would initially appear cold and aloof, keeping people at a distance.

However, after things progressed a little, she would bite her lip, feigning resistance while welcoming him.

And after reaching a certain critical point, the completely fallen and corrupted Little Fairy would appear. She would also become extremely clingy and infatuated; the Little Fairy would turn into a little enchantress...

After everything was over, she would apologize to him with teary eyes...

Thinking of this, and seeing her stunning side profile, Mu Wuchen smiled knowingly.

As if knowing Mu Wuchen was looking at her, Yun Li twisted her body somewhat shyly, her face slightly flushed, and her heart beating a little faster.

Just then, an untimely voice rang out.

"Number 1840, Mu Wuchen!"

Mu Wuchen frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.

A moment ago, he had suddenly felt like he was watching a movie with his girlfriend in his past life.

It didn't matter what the movie was about; what mattered was her by his side.

This was a feeling he had rarely experienced since his Transmigration.

But damn it, everything had been ruined by that sentence just now!

The Little Fairy also reacted, hurriedly pulling back her little hand and smoothing the hair on her forehead.

"Brother Mu, it's time for you to go up."

Mu Wuchen leapt up, filled with displeasure.

With a "bang," he stepped directly into the center of a competition stage, actually stomping out a pit more than ten meters wide, causing everyone to swallow their saliva.

One must know that this competition stage was specially made by the Tianxuan Sect and had been specially reinforced by the Elders precisely because they were afraid that the Grand Competition would damage it too severely!

This competition stage could absolutely withstand the attacks of an ordinary Mystic Infant, yet Mu Wuchen had stomped it into a mess with one foot!

Just then, the voice rang out again.

"Number 1841, Chu Lingxiao!"

Mu Wuchen narrowed his eyes slightly. Well, Chu Lingxiao, as expected, enemies are bound to meet.

Opposite him, a figure who looked like he had lost all hope in life walked over to face Mu Wuchen.

Seeing Mu Wuchen's murderous expression, Young Master Chu shrank his neck, the scenes of the past flashing before his eyes.

"I con..."

However, before he could say the word "cede," a feeling of suffocation overcame his entire body, preventing him from making any sound.

Mu Wuchen cracked his knuckles, not giving him a chance to concede. He flashed directly to Chu Lingxiao's side, grabbed him, and smashed him onto the ground.

Chu Lingxiao was immediately smashed until he saw stars.

However, Mu Wuchen was not prepared to let him go just like that. He lifted his leg from the ground again and smashed him against the ground over and over again.

Every time he smashed him, it was accompanied by Young Master Chu's screams.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure whose bones had all been smashed, constantly wailing and covered in blood and gore, was thrown off the stage by Mu Wuchen.

It was Chu Lingxiao.

"Mu Wuchen wins!"

The voice announcing the victory came, and Mu Wuchen clapped his hands before jumping off the stage.

Just now, Mu Wuchen had controlled his strength very well. Although the injuries looked miserable, they were just extremely severe external injuries and were not fatal, but he wouldn't be able to escape lying in bed for a year or two.

Looking at Mu Wuchen on the field, everyone present widened their eyes, filled with shock, and at the same time, deep fear and apprehension.

This is just too fierce.

Cannot fight, must not fight...

Next time we meet Mu Wuchen on the stage, we must not go up; just concede immediately!

Many Disciples secretly swore to themselves.