Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The Eternal Realm powerhouse of the Heavenly Dao Academy loudly announced the official start of the final round of the literary contest.

"Please, Kings among the prodigies, engage in friendly exchange."

After speaking, an ancient ancestor of the Heavenly Dao Academy returned to his seat, leisurely sipping fragrant tea, a wide smile on his face.

Having witnessed Jun Shen's divine skills in the art of music, they were filled with absolute confidence in Jun Shen's performance in the upcoming exchange round.

Since meeting this young man, the methods he has displayed have always overturned their understanding.

Judging from his way of doing things, he is a very calm person and would not do anything he is not sure of.

Just then, a low rumble sounded from the high platform.

Stone tablets with four sides, flowing with light, rose from the ground.

"Humph!"

Holy Son Wuchen, Holy Son Hunting Dragon, and others sneered, each using their fingers as pens, shooting out beams of light, leaving behind dragon-like and phoenix-like characters on the stone tablets.

Each character and each stroke contained momentum and killing intent.

The characters they wrote on the tablets appeared simultaneously on all four sides, allowing everyone present to clearly see the content inscribed on them, no matter their location.

"You, Jun, according to the rules, we write, and you from Canglan recite! Will you do it, or will you have someone else do it!"

Holy Son Wuchen and the others had sneers on their faces.

These characters contained their laws and will, with majestic momentum and terrifying killing intent.

As long as one stepped onto the high platform and recited these characters, they would be drawn into that kind of artistic conception illusion, enduring the crushing of the majestic momentum and the impact of the killing intent!

Although they were not confident that they could win against Jun Wuxie in this round one-on-one, so many people joining forces was equivalent to a gauntlet match, and the result would be different.

Even if Jun Wuxie was strong, reciting their poems one by one would continuously subject him to the impact of their majestic momentum and killing intent. His energy, spirit, and mind would inevitably be greatly consumed, eventually leading to exhaustion and a sign of defeat!

"Winds and clouds in chaotic battle, blood frenzy, Hunting Dragon devouring the heavens!

The vast starry sky is eternally long, when will I be called King!"

Jun Wuxie slowly recited, but his expression was very calm.

This was written by Holy Son Hunting Dragon, and it was quite arrogant. Each character contained his arrogance and wildness, domineering and uninhibited, with a rainbow-like momentum.

From it, one could see his pride and confidence, his ambition and aspirations, wanting to dominate the starry sky and become the king of all races!

If other young kings were to recite it, they would inevitably suffer the impact of the momentum and killing intent contained in these words, and it would be impossible to remain calm.

But he met Jun Wuxie.

Such a will impact was simply like child's play to him.

Holy Son Hunting Dragon's facial muscles twitched. He couldn't believe that Jun Wuxie was not changing his expression. He had been paying attention to his facial micro-expressions, but he didn't see the slightest change.

This person is as calm as an ancient well!

How could this be?

"It feels so-so," Jun Wuxie shifted his gaze from the stone tablet to Holy Son Hunting Dragon's face and commented, "This round, you were asked to write, but it wasn't said that it had to be poetry. You wrote such doggerel, making me a little embarrassed. It seems to have majestic momentum and great ambition, but in reality, it doesn't match your strength at all. It's a bit like a frog in a well."

"You!"

Holy Son Hunting Dragon trembled with anger, his face livid, wishing he could immediately rush up and tear this hateful opponent to pieces!

To actually say that what he wrote was doggerel, how unreasonable!

Next, Jun Wuxie looked at the poems of the other Kings among the prodigies, reciting them one by one in a very calm voice.

Hundreds of Kings among the prodigies originally thought that this would consume his energy, spirit, and mind, but they were shocked to find that Jun Wuxie's energy, spirit, and mind were always at their peak.

Those killing auras they condensed in the poems seemed to have no effect on him at all, giving them a deep sense of frustration and also making them feel very angry and unwilling!

"I have finished reciting your doggerel one by one. Overall evaluation, the level is very limited," Jun Wuxie made a collective comment on the prodigies from beyond the territory after reading, angering those prodigies to grit their teeth and their eyes to spew fire.

"Hahaha! You, Jun, you really know how to boast! You say our level is limited, why don't we see how your level is, I'm afraid it's far inferior to us!"

Holy Son Wuchen and the others could not accept the opponent's contempt, and laughed in anger!

Upon hearing this, Jun Wuxie prepared to write something on the stone tablet in front of him.

Just then, the toad suddenly rushed out of the crowd and came to the high platform.

He touched his round white belly, and said with his head held high and his chest out: "It's not bragging, writing poetry is my forte. I was once honored by the Jianghu as the Great Poet!"

"Just you, a toad that can't even get on the table?"

The Kings among the prodigies from beyond the territory all sneered. A toad can also write poetry, what a joke.

Even if he really can write poetry, so what? Can what he writes cause them to have adverse reactions during the recitation process?

"Croak! You bunch of guys who can only write doggerel are not qualified to evaluate me!"

The toad was very arrogant, squinting at the prodigies from beyond the territory, and then strode to the stone tablet with his head held high.

Countless eyes were focused on him.

Everyone was very curious about what kind of poetry this strange toad could write.

As the saying goes, toads cannot be judged by their appearance, and the sea cannot be measured by a dipper. Perhaps this guy can really write something amazing.

In the expectant and curious gazes of everyone, the toad shook his head in a very flirtatious manner, and then raised his front foot and waved it quickly.

Energy impacted the stone tablet, causing stone chips to splash, leaving behind distorted characters on it.

The expressions of the crowd changed wonderfully as he wrote, and they couldn't help but look at the people around them, looking at each other in dismay.

Looking at those prodigies from beyond the territory on the stage, at this moment, their faces had become distorted, and their nostrils and ears were about to spew fire.

"Perfect, I even admire my literary talent!"

The toad clapped his hands, looked at the poem he had written, nodded with great satisfaction, looking intoxicated.

Then he looked at the Kings among the prodigies from beyond the territory and said, "Come on, please recite, Kings among the prodigies from beyond the territory!"

"Dead toad!"

The faces of the Kings among the prodigies from beyond the territory were extremely gloomy, their eyes spewing fire, and their bodies trembling with anger.

"Literary contest rules, must not be broken, please, Kings among the prodigies from beyond the territory, step forward and recite one by one!"

The majestic voice of the Eternal Realm powerhouse of the Heavenly Dao Academy resounded in the arena.

The facial muscles of the ancient ancestors from beyond the territory were twisted, wanting to say something, but they didn't know how to speak, unable to refute.

This was indeed the rule, and their people had to follow the rules.

"Dead toad, in the martial contest, I will definitely skin you!"

Holy Son Hunting Dragon uttered harsh words, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to recite.

"Ice mist floats on the literary contest stage, prodigies hug the prodigies' waists, someone wags their butt, someone shrugs their waist. Ah, so slutty!"

After Holy Son Hunting Dragon finished reciting, his entire face had turned liver-colored.

This doggerel of the dead toad did not contain any energy, spirit, or mind, it was just very ordinary words, but in the process of reciting it, the scene of him and others blowing each other's butts involuntarily appeared in his mind, making him feel crazy!

Pfft! Hahaha!

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter, clutching their stomachs and laughing so hard that they leaned back and forth.

"Good poem, it really is a good poem, Brother Toad is indeed known as the Great Poet in the Jianghu, high level, no rebuttal accepted!"

Countless people gave the toad a thumbs up, praising him all over.

The toad was so dizzy with praise that he felt like he was about to float. He couldn't help but marvel at his poetic attainments, which could be recognized by the entire audience. No wonder the prodigies from beyond the territory were so jealous of his talent that they were about to vomit blood.

Having opened the way, Holy Son Hunting Dragon and the other Kings among the prodigies from beyond the territory knew that they could not escape, and could only step forward and recite with resentment.

This process filled their hearts with shame.

They had already forced themselves not to think about what happened before, but they didn't expect this damned toad to deliberately bring it up, deliberately stimulating them, forcing them to read such doggerel!

"Brother Toad, well done!"

Mitian gave a thumbs up below.

"That's right, don't look at who I am, the Great Poet in the Jianghu is also, when it comes to literary talent, who can compete with me?"

The toad laughed and retreated to Jun Wuxie's side, giving him a very smug look.

Jun Wuxie ignored him, looked at the bluestone tablet in front of him, and wrote lines of characters with his fingers.

"Originally a King among the prodigies, hands can pluck the stars.

Once came to Canglan, several times the chrysanthemum was ruined.

Leaving behind a butt full of wounds, nowhere to talk about sadness."

The prodigies from beyond the territory looked at the words written by Jun Wuxie on the stone tablet with incomparable shock and anger, and the anger in their hearts instantly rushed to their foreheads.

When their eyes came into contact with those words, their bodies shook violently, and they only felt an indescribable feeling growing in their bodies and hearts.

Suddenly, excruciating pain pierced their hearts, and they heard the sound of their butt eyes splitting open. That feeling was like being brutally stabbed in by a wolf's tooth club with thorns.

That tearing pain caused them to scream heartbreakingly in an instant, and they felt a stream of warm liquid uncontrollably gushing out, scarlet and eye-catching, spraying a blood-red chrysanthemum pattern on the clothes behind them.

"Ah—"

The Kings among the prodigies from beyond the territory screamed repeatedly, too painful. It was not a perceptual illusion. There really was a mysterious force in those words acting on their bodies, causing their chrysanthemums to rupture and burst, as if their entire anorectal area had been pierced and torn.

They screamed, curled up, covered their butts and wailed on the ground, and hurriedly moved their eyes away from the stone tablet in front of Jun Wuxie, only then did they feel that the tearing sensation and penetration did not continue to deepen.

But the butt injury was too serious, and it seemed that there was a mysterious force that made them unable to repair it, and it was always accompanied by a tearing and penetrating sensation.

The pain in their flesh was nothing compared to the humiliation in their hearts!

At this moment, the intense physical and mental pain, the humiliation, and the mocking gazes from all around filled them with a sense of despair, even the desire to die!

But they were unwilling, how could they be willing to die like this!

Revenge!

They must have revenge!

"Heavenly Dao Academy's Eternal Realm experts, according to the rules, now is the time for you all, Kings among the Heaven's Chosen from beyond the Domain, to recite the verses that Jun Shen is looking at. What are you waiting for?"

The Heaven's Chosen Kings from beyond the Domain trembled upon hearing this, their hair disheveled as they curled up on the ground, their hatred almost setting them ablaze!

They knew how terrifying and humiliating those verses were, how could they possibly choose to recite them while looking at them?

Just a single glance earlier had caused their chrysanthemums to explode. If they were to recite while looking, their entire behinds would probably burst open!

"Ancient Ancestors!"

The Heaven's Chosen Kings from beyond the Domain looked at their respective sects' and families' Ancient Ancestors with bloodshot eyes, their voices like the weeping of a cuckoo.

No one could understand the humiliation in their hearts!

Today, they were being humiliated in such a way, losing all their dignity. Now, they had no choice but to shamefully forfeit in the final stage of the literary contest, otherwise, they would only be humiliated even more severely and suffer even more!

The Ancient Ancestors of the various forces from beyond the Domain gritted their teeth, their faces gloomy, the muscles twitching.

Under the almost pleading gazes of those Heaven's Chosen Kings, their Ancient Ancestors finally made a decision, each offering a white flag and throwing it towards the high platform.

The white flags fluttered in the air, a symbol of shame.

The Ancient Ancestors of the various forces were so angry that their lungs were about to explode.

They had come to participate in the Martial Dao Myth Conference fully prepared, with absolute confidence.

Who would have thought that they would be at a disadvantage from the very beginning, and then constantly humiliated, until now, they had to give up the last shred of dignity and raise the white flag!

Their life stars, their forces like theirs, had never been humiliated like this since their existence. They had never lost face so completely as they had today, laughed at and powerless!

This feeling was terrible. Even their Eternal Saint Realm Dao hearts could hardly bear it, let alone those Heaven's Chosen Kings.

They knew that their cultivation of these Heaven's Chosen Kings was completely ruined. From now on, there would be basically no possibility of any further progress in their cultivation.

Extremely self-respecting and proud cultivators, having their bodies and minds ravaged in public like this, their Dao hearts would inevitably be destroyed, and it would be difficult to reshape them!

However, as long as they could kill Jun Wushang at this Martial Dao Myth Conference, nothing else mattered so much.

If the Heaven's Chosen Kings were gone, they could cultivate more in the future.

At most, there would be a talent gap for a long period of time. Although this consequence was serious, what did it matter compared to the rise and fall of the sect?

With the support of the great darkness, they had plenty of time to develop, and the future would only be more brilliant and prosperous!

As high-level figures of large forces, they must have a long-term strategic vision and not care about temporary gains and losses.

Wow!

People were in an uproar!

"The various forces from beyond the Domain have collectively raised the white flag, collectively admitting defeat, hahaha!"

"I didn't expect it. The various forces from beyond the Domain, who were creating momentum like crazy before the Martial Dao Myth Conference, we thought they were really amazing, but is this it?

The literary contest of the Martial Dao Myth Conference hasn't even ended yet, and they've actually collectively surrendered, tsk tsk…"

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The words of the crowd were very impolite, deeply stimulating the high-level figures and Heaven's Chosen Kings from beyond the Domain.

They really wanted to defend themselves, it wasn't that they were cowards, but that they were unwilling to continue to be humiliated!

Looking at those who were mocking them, the eyes of the Heaven's Chosen Kings from beyond the Domain were extremely gloomy.

They thought in their hearts that as soon as they killed Jun Wushang and destroyed the Heavenly Dao Academy in the future, they would definitely slaughter all the living beings in Canglan to vent the hatred in their hearts!

"I didn't expect the Dao friends from beyond the Domain to make such a choice, which surprised this seat and others.

Since the various forces from beyond the Domain have collectively raised the white flag, then the literary contest stage can be considered completely over.

This seat announces that in the second stage of the literary contest, Canglan's Jun Shen of the Dawn crushed the heroes from beyond the Domain with his own strength, winning an epic victory. The Heaven's Chosen Kings from beyond the Domain embarrassedly admitted defeat, a collective crushing defeat!"

"You! You are bullying us too much!"

The people from beyond the Domain were so angry that they almost went berserk!

The high-level figures of the Heavenly Dao Academy responded to the anger of the Ancient Ancestors from beyond the Domain with only polite smiles.

These people from beyond the Domain, how arrogant they were when they won at the previous Martial Dao Myth Conferences. To deal with such people, you have to ruthlessly slap them in the face and humiliate them to the extreme!