Chapter 1246 The Superiority of Royal Bloodline
He stared intently at the royal grandson named Wu Shang.
Then he stared at the glaring number on the jade plate.
Two hundred and forty-five thousand!
Ten thousand more than Xiao Jianchen!
That's a full 15,000 more than him!
This is crushing!
A naked and merciless crushing!
the other side.
Even the usually aloof and arrogant Xiao Jianchen's sharp eyes appeared extremely solemn at this moment!
He looked at that number, and at that calm and serene Wushang.
For the first time, his spine, which had always been ramrod straight, showed a barely perceptible loosening.
As for Shi Kai, Mu Wanling, and everyone else, their expressions froze.
Is this the superiority of royal blood?
Shocked!
Then came solemnity.
An unprecedented solemnity!
The prodigies in the square had completely given up thinking.
Their minds were completely blank.
From shock, to numbness, and now to blankness.
Their worldview has been repeatedly rubbed into the ground by these outrageous numbers, until it's shattered into nothingness.
Six!
Six monsters, each with a population of over 200,000!
This damn Heavenly Pride Tournament, did it stir up the monsters' lair?!
No sorrow!
Great-great-grandson of the royal family!
Two hundred and forty-five thousand!
These three words, when combined, form an insurmountable, even unimaginable, colossal peak, suppressing the entire White Jade Square.
Everyone was stunned.
Thought stagnation.
My heart stopped beating.
It was an ultimate, pure blankness that transcended shock and numbness!
however.
Just when everyone's brains were crashing because of this terrifying number.
Mutation happens again!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Almost at the same time!
Four jade plates, representing the four directions of the square—east, west, south, and north—suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance!
That's not one.
There are four!
Explodes simultaneously!
The dazzling brilliance was so rich and intense that it bathed everything around it in a radiant color!
This scene...
Everyone knows them!
This anomaly only occurs when the number of tokens exceeds 200,000!
"I……"
A monk was about to say something when he found his throat so dry that he couldn't make a sound.
He just stared blankly at the four magnificent pillars of light that rose from the ground, his mouth agape and his eyes bloodshot from extreme horror.
"Ah……"
"Hehehe..."
Someone laughed.
Laughing is worse than crying.
"It's over, the world is completely finished."
"Wholesale...this is a massive monster wholesale!"
"What's the point of competing? Are we competing to see who dies faster?"
"Stop reporting it, please, I beg you, if you keep reporting it I'll lose my Dao heart!"
The overwhelming emotions, like a plague, swept through the entire venue once again.
But this time, it wasn't just being disheartened; it was utterly giving up and abandoning oneself.
whatever!
Destroy it!
hurry up!
Everyone's tired!
"Collapse" is an understatement to describe the state of the crowd in the square at that moment.
That was a complete, soul-level surrender.
Four towering, brilliant pillars of light, like four enormous pillars of shame, were nailed to the white jade plaza, and also nailed to the hearts of everyone.
The people responsible for counting the tokens were completely numb by now.
They stopped roaring.
He was no longer agitated.
Even the trembling was spared.
They mechanically and in a zombie-like manner released those numbers that were enough to overturn one's worldview.
A guard with a dry, hoarse voice read weakly.
"General Xiang's Mansion, Xiang Guanhong... Total number of tokens... 242,000."
This number, just a few minutes ago, would have been enough to trigger a magnitude 12 earthquake.
but now.
It simply made those cultivators who were already lying down not even bother to lift their eyelids.
Oh.
Two hundred and forty-two thousand.
understood.
next.
in the crowd.
Wu Shang, the great-grandson of the royal family, who had just won the championship with 245,000 points and enjoyed the peak experience for less than an incense stick's time, had his facial muscles twitch involuntarily.
He turned his head sharply and looked at the man named Xiang Guanhong.
The other person happened to be looking at him, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth.
That smile was full of provocation.
Wu Shang's face instantly darkened.
However, his displeasure was quickly washed away by the series of numbers that followed.
The other three staff members responsible for counting the tokens almost simultaneously reported the results on the jade plate in front of them in the same emotionless tone.
"The nineteenth-generation descendant of the royal family, Wu Wang... Total number of tokens... 250,000!"
boom!
Everyone's mind went blank for a moment.
Two hundred and fifty thousand!
A new record!
The record that had just been set has been broken!
However, this is not over yet.
The voice of a second staff member followed immediately.
"Wu Chen, the nineteenth-generation descendant of the royal family... Total number of tokens... 253,000!"
again!
Another new record!
The emotions of those present were indescribable: complex, shocked, terrified, numb...
The third staff member's deathly tone drifted over.
"The nineteenth-generation descendant of the royal family, Wujiang... Total number of tokens... 260,000!"
260,000.
When this number was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
The whole world is quiet.
All the noise, all the discussions, all the breakdowns, all the numbness...
At this moment, everything was completely wiped out by this number.
on the square.
Tens of thousands of cultivators remained motionless, maintaining their previous postures.
Their eyes were empty.
Their expressions were blank.
Their brains have completely stopped functioning.
260,000.
This number is no longer a mountain.
It's not the sky either.
It is a black hole.
A terrifying black hole that devoured everyone's reason, pride, cognition, and worldview.
A corner of the square.
The astonishment on the face of the handsome and wicked demon prince Gu Hanchuan slowly disappeared.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the newly emerged monsters, and finally settling on the royal grandson named Wujiang.
He smiled.
It was an extremely joyful, gluttonous smile, as if one had witnessed a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
That smile was both cruel and excited!
It was as if the blood in his body was on fire!
the other side.
Dressed in pristine white, Xiao Jianchen gently tightened his grip on the sword hilt, his hand that had been resting there the whole time.
For the first time, a crack appeared in his icy eyes.
Wu Yuan and Wu Shang, who had been so spirited just moments before, now had somewhat stiff expressions on their faces.
They looked at the number 260,000, and then at Wujiang, who had no expression on his face.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes!
This Wujiang is still so pretentious!
It's so frustrating!
The focus of the entire event.
Wujiang, the great-grandson of the royal family who set a terrifying record of 260,000.
