Chapter 1250: Not angry!
The group exchanged glances, and each saw an unprecedented solemnity in the other's eyes.
Wujiang, who had been silent all along, slowly withdrew his gaze.
He raised his head again, looking up at the vast sky, his voice chillingly cold.
"No matter who they are or what they are hiding."
"The outcome will be revealed on the stage."
"But remember one thing."
He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Don't underestimate your opponent."
"Treat them as...opponents of my own caliber."
These words caused Wu Shang and the other three to suddenly shrink their pupils.
Opponents of the same caliber as them?
This evaluation is too high!
It was so high it made them feel suffocated!
Wujiang offered no further explanation.
He simply stood there quietly, his aura even colder and more dangerous than before.
His hand, which had always been behind his back, had quietly clenched into a fist at some point.
However, many of the prodigies were very dissatisfied with You Ruo and Xie Purou's special privileges!
question.
Then came anger.
Once the initial shock subsided, an emotion called "injustice" spread like wildfire!
"Why?"
Even the most outstanding student, who happened to be ranked 1001st, was furious.
"I was chased by the Three-Headed Demon King for seven days and seven nights in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range. I barely escaped with my life and fought against various powerful enemies before I finally collected tens of thousands of tokens!"
He pointed to his chest, where there was a deep claw mark that revealed the bone, and the blood was still wet.
"I almost lost my life!"
"Even so, I can't even get into the top 1,000!"
"But what about them?"
He suddenly reached out and pointed at the two composed women.
"Just because of privilege, you can surpass me and directly qualify for the next round without doing anything?"
"What kind of Heavenly Pride Gathering is this?!"
"This is a privilege convention!"
This roar completely ignited the powder keg in everyone's hearts in the square!
"Exactly! A mid-stage God King cultivation level—in our sect, someone with that kind of strength wouldn't even qualify as a core disciple!"
"Why do we fight so hard? Isn't it just to fight for a fair chance to compete?"
"What do you mean now? Parachuted in? Going through the back door?"
"I worked myself to the bone and didn't even make the top 1,000! And they, on the other hand, got directly into the finals?"
One of the eliminated cultivators was so angry that he trembled all over. He slammed his fist into the ground, cracking his hand bones, but he felt no pain at all.
He just felt so frustrated!
An overwhelming sense of frustration!
"This is not fair!"
"It's so unfair to all of us who bleed and sweat for it!"
"We are not convinced!"
"Dissatisfied!"
"Dissatisfied!"
The deafening protests surged like a tsunami, forming a terrifying torrent that crashed against the entire Baiyu Square.
It was a pure anger, a mixture of feelings of deprivation and humiliation!
Even the top-ranked and powerful prodigies had their brows furrowed at this moment.
They weren't jealous.
Instead, they felt that the rules of the Heavenly Pride Tournament had been broken.
This is a desecration of all participants, and even of the event itself!
They fought tooth and nail to get into the top 1,000, and now two women have appeared who, without doing anything, are chatting and laughing as equals with them.
Who could feel good about that?
"Keep your voices down!"
At this moment, someone spoke up to warn them, their tone filled with fear.
"They are holding the Emperor's decree! They represent His Majesty the Emperor! Do you intend to rebel?"
However, this reminder only elicited a more vehement rebuttal.
"We dare not question His Majesty the Holy Emperor!"
The monk who started it roared again.
"We are questioning both of them!"
"What merit or ability do they possess to deserve such an honor?!"
"Yes! We refuse to accept defeat!"
"If you're so capable, show us your true abilities! What kind of hero are you, relying on just a token!"
Roars rose and fell in waves.
Countless eyes, filled with anger, doubt, and intense hostility, were fixed on You Ruo and Xie Purou.
It was as if they wanted to tear them to shreds with their gaze!
Faced with a scene that could break anyone's spirit.
Youruo's expression remained calm as ever. She simply stood there quietly, as if all the noise and commotion outside had nothing to do with her.
Meanwhile, Xie Purou, standing beside her, had an increasingly bright and excited gleam in her large, bright eyes.
Far from being afraid, she actually found it... very interesting.
She turned her head, winked playfully at You Ruo, and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Senior sister, they seem quite dissatisfied."
You Ruo glanced at her indifferently.
"Their mouths are on their bodies."
“That makes sense,” Xie Purou nodded.
She chuckled, then took a step forward.
This step completely exposed her to the spotlight of all the angry gazes.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it had a peculiar penetrating power, clearly overwhelming all the noise.
"What's the noise about?"
The entire venue fell silent for a moment.
Everyone stared in astonishment at the audacious young girl.
Xie Purou looked around, taking in all the angry, resentful, and jealous expressions. The curve of her lips became increasingly amused.
"You feel it's unfair?"
"It's very simple."
She extended a slender finger and gently shook it.
"When the lottery is about to start, all of you had better pray."
"I pray I get picked."
The girl's smile was both radiant and dangerous.
"I'm giving you a chance to prove I'm 'unqualified'!"
After a brief silence came a volcanic eruption of fury!
"what did she say?"
"She told us to pray that we'd be drawn against her?"
"I've never seen such an arrogant person in my life!"
"How dare she, a mere mid-stage God-King, say such a thing?!"
Xie Purou's words were like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly causing an uproar!
At this moment, everyone's anger was completely ignited!
Especially those cultivators who were eliminated, they were already full of anger and resentment, and now they found an outlet for their anger!
"Ugh! I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
The prodigy ranked 1001st had bloodshot eyes and bulging veins on his neck, looking like a madman.
"If I were qualified to compete, I'd be the first to rush up and tear her mouth apart!"
"What gives her the right? What gives her the right to look down on people like that!"
"Someone who got in through connections dares to spout nonsense here! Does she really think the Emperor's decree can protect her forever?"
"Brothers, even though we've been eliminated, we can't just give up like this!"
"Yes! We'll just stand here and watch! Let's see how she dies!"
"If any of you brothers draw her, don't hold back! Beat her to a pulp! Let's vent our anger!"
The eliminated cultivators were filled with righteous indignation, roaring and howling.
