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But the most urgent task at hand...

is to first bring Jiang Wei back.

Fang Qingyu reached out with his arm and firmly grasped the wrist of Jiang Wei who had already stood up.

The touch was icy cold.

But she seemed very angry.

"Don’t rush."

Fang Qingyu’s voice transmitted through the Thunder Pattern Mask.

Calm like a deep pool, carrying a soothing tone.

With a slight exertion, he pulled Jiang Wei back into her seat.

Jiang Wei’s body was somewhat stiff, her crimson eyes fixed on the eyes beneath Fang Qingyu’s mask, with flames of anger and a hint of confusion flickering within.

"Look at the others." Fang Qingyu helplessly lowered his voice, raising his hand to point at the giant light screen, "I’m not the only one in this."

Jiang Wei followed his finger to look.

On the giant light screen, the top sixteen were divided into 8 groups.

Apart from the Twelve Celestial Kings.

There were four chaotic "outsiders".

Though these outsiders were also quite famous, they were still somewhat lesser compared to the Twelve Celestial Kings.

The arrangement of the 16 matches was to completely separate the four outsiders.

Today’s first four matches were distributed.

With four Heavenly Kings each battling four outsiders.

And the subsequent four matches.

Were battles between the Kings themselves.

Fang Qingyu was in the eighth match, the finale showdown.

While Jiang Wei was in the third match, facing one of the four outsiders.

Jiang Wei’s gaze quickly swept across the light screen, confirming Fang Qingyu’s words were not false, it wasn’t Da Lei targeting him alone.

Only then did her tense, small body slowly relax and sit back steadily.

Yet deep within her crimson eyes, the discontent with Da Lei’s arrangement did not completely dissipate.

After all, clearly there were four slots to battle outsiders...

Though Fang Qingyu didn’t mind.

Early fight, late fight, they had to fight eventually.

To speak softly, it made no difference.

Besides, there were only 16 people left, even if randomly arranged, the likelihood was quite high.

...

The battle of the top sixteen, closely watched by all.

The first four matches.

Unsurprisingly became showcases for the Heavenly Kings to exhibit their prowess.

The first match, Mo Li’s figure like smoke, so fast that it left traces of lingering shadows on the arena.

His opponent, a Tier Three Peak Martial Saint renowned for defense.

With robust Qi Blood and solid Protective Gang Qi but couldn’t even touch Mo Li’s hem.

Only enduring for less than three minutes before breaking under the elusive attacks.

A palm imprinted on his chest, spitting blood as he flew away.

"Winner, Mo Li!"

The referee announced loudly.

Second match, Vajra.

People like their names.

He stood there, as if a true Vajra statue had taken root.

The opponent’s raging frost storms, sharp wind blades tearing through the air, bombarded his skin shimmering with muted golden glow, only leaving shallow white marks, without even a hint of shaking.

He stepped forward, the ground thundered, a simple yet powerful punch was thrown, the air compressed into substantial cannonball, directly blasting the opponent and his shield away.

Absolute overpowering power!

"Winner, Vajra!"

Third match, Jiang Wei’s turn.

Her opponent was a Tier Three Divine Cultist with a chilling aura.

Proficient in summoning corrosive toxic swamps and manipulating resentful spirits.

However, when the dark green toxic mist approached Jiang Wei, within three zhang of her, it seemed to encounter an invisible chasm.

Whoosh—!

Pure white flames silently rose, like the most devout Purifying Holy Flame.

The toxic mist touched the white flames, making a piercing "sizzling" sound.

Instantly incinerated and purified, dissipating as harmless wisps of smoke.

The ferocious resentful spirit phantoms, even more so as if cast into a melting pot, were utterly annihilated without even a scream.

Jiang Wei didn’t even move her feet.

Merely calmly raised her right hand.

Pointing remotely at the pale Divine Cultist.

Chi!

A beam of condensed white flame, instantly crossed the space.

The hastily formed Resentful Spirit Shield of the Divine Cultist was pierced like paper.

An overwhelmingly scorching aura approached.

Singed his hair at the forehead instantly, the aura of death was palpable!

"I concede!"

The Divine Cultist screamed in fright, the voice altering in tone.

The white flame beam dissipated quietly inches from his brow.

Jiang Wei withdrew her finger with an unchanged expression.

"Winner, Bail Huo!"

The fourth match was equally decisive, Blood Prison Blade, one of the Twelve Celestial Kings, claimed victory.

Four rounds of crushing, clean and swift.

The power of the Kings, fully revealed.

The fervor of the audience was ignited but all knew the real feast was the upcoming battle between the Kings!

Fifth match.

Shi Hao VS Star Shattering Hand.

When the names were called by the referee.

The atmosphere of the entire arena was instantly elevated to another peak. Shouts like mountains and seas almost overturned the dome.

"Shi Hao! Shi Hao! The Devil Muscleman!"

"Lin Boyue! Beat him! Show him the Stars Shattering!"

Lin Boyue stepped into the ring first.

His figure was proportional and upright, his face covered by a silver mask depicting shattered stars.

The eyes visible were full of confidence.

He flexed his wrists, relaxed in posture.

His gaze swept toward the steady-walking Shi Hao across the arena.

A deliberately proud curve appeared at his mouth.

Shi Hao still wore that simple black sleeveless combat outfit, dark gray metal mask concealing his face, steps as steady as moving mountains.

Each step fell with a heavy texture, as if the arena slightly trembled.

He walked to the center of the ring and stopped.

Gaze calmly directed at Lin Boyue, without any unnecessary moves.

The tail end of the referee’s announcement of start still reverberating in the air.

Neither rushed to move.