Chapter 1977 - 1962: Lius Sang City, Martial Arts Tournament for a Bride

The private room was prepared very quickly.

Originally, the old man had asked the tavern Shopkeeper to prepare a top-grade private room.

But in this shabby little tavern, the best private room only looked clean, bright, and very simple; it couldn't compare at all to the private rooms of inns in those ancient great cities.

However, Shi Feng had no particular requirements for these things. Right now, he only wanted to find a quiet place to break through on the Soul Dao.

In the private room, only Shi Feng remained. After he set up a Barrier in the room, he crossed his legs and sat suspended half a meter above the ground in midair.

This time, when Shi Feng broke through on the Soul Dao, he did not use that mysterious Flame Tree treasure, because he had already sensed that his Soul Power was on the verge of breaking through and there was no need to rely on external objects.

Then, Shi Feng formed a Profound Hand Seal with both hands, his eyes slightly closing as he calmed his mind and spirit, entering into a state of soul comprehension.

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"Hoo hoo hoo!" A violent wind howled, sweeping between heaven and earth, rolling black clouds appearing in the firmament as the sky gradually turned gloomy.

But on the various main streets of Misha City, the crowds were still surging, and judging by the direction of the flow, it was as if everyone was rushing toward the very center of Misha City.

From this scale, it seemed as if some major event was happening in the city?

The old man Luan Wu had originally intended to act as protector for Shi Feng, but when Shi Feng entered the private room, he said there was no need. So the old man accepted the favor, left that little tavern, wandered around a bit, and walked into the crowded main street.

Not long after he followed along with the crowd, the old man realized that something was a little off with the people around him. After asking around, he learned that today was actually the day the City Lord of Misha City was holding a martial arts marriage contest for his youngest daughter.

The old man even heard that the City Lord's third daughter, although still young, possessed peerless beauty and was the number one great beauty in Misha City!

In past years, in Misha City, countless men had fallen under the spell of her looks.

Upon hearing this, the old man's interest was piqued as well.

Although the old man already had someone in his heart—he had been thinking of that person all these years—that did not affect his interest in beauties.

Thus, the old man also followed the crowd toward the city center of Misha City. He wanted to see for himself just what kind of appearance this City Lord's third daughter possessed.

What's more, he thought, with his current self, he was an Eight-star Demigod Realm peerless powerhouse—could he not call the shots and dominate here in Misha City?

It was said that this City Lord of Misha City was merely an Eight-star Demigod Realm Martial Artist as well.

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When the old man arrived at the great plaza in the center of Misha City, it was already packed with people. In the very middle of the plaza, an arena towered up, five or six meters high. It seemed this arena was the platform to be used for the martial contest.

At this moment, the marriage-by-combat had yet to begin, and the arena was still empty.

Among the crowd, people were already discussing spiritedly, the noise rising in waves.

"I heard that the Third Young Miss is so beautiful that just one glance will make her unforgettable for life. My Martial Arts Realm is low; I don't dare hope to take the beauty home, I'm only here to catch a glimpse of her."

"My Martial Arts Realm has already stepped into the Two-star Demigod Realm. If I can bring the Third Young Miss home, I'll definitely dote on her well and cherish her for life," a young Martial Artist said.

"Your Martial Arts Realm is only at Two-star Demigod. To want to win this competition, I'm afraid it will be very difficult," a Martial Artist with a stern face slightly shook his head when he heard the young Martial Artist's words.

"Hm? You look down on me that much?

This time, the City Lord has set the rule that only Martial Artists under twenty-eight years of age are qualified to participate in this tournament. In Misha City, how many people under twenty-eight have stepped into the Two-star Demigod Realm?" the young Martial Artist retorted in dissatisfaction.

"Hm? So only those under twenty-eight are qualified to participate in this arena competition!" When the old man heard the young Martial Artist's words, he felt a little disappointed.

His own age… seemed a bit on the large side!

But at that thought, the old man suddenly grinned and said coldly, "Why should this old man care about that! Right now, this old man is that person's capable subordinate. If this old man says he is eighteen, who would dare say this old man is not eighteen?

And if this old man says he is eighteen, what can they do to this old man!"

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"Do you really think that this arena for the marriage-by-combat set up by the City Lord is only for people from our Misha City? I heard that many powerful geniuses from the Northern Wilderness have already rushed over after hearing the news! This arena battle will definitely be a clash of dragons and tigers!"

"Mm! That's right! Our Misha City's Third Young Miss's beauty has long been famous throughout the Northern Wilderness. A mere Two-star Demigod shouldn't harbor delusions about her. If things go the wrong way, even the Saint Heirs and Inheritors of those ancient powers might appear in this arena battle!"

"Saint Heirs from the ancient Sacred Lands! That… that can't be." Hearing those words, the previously confident young Martial Artist suddenly deflated.

In a small city like Misha City, entering the Two-star Demigod Realm at a young age allowed him to be called a genius of his generation.

But before the Saint Heirs of those ancient powers, he was nothing.

The Saint Heirs of the ancient powers were all freaks. Some who were a bit younger, only in their teens, might already be Three-star Demigods or Four-star Demigods; there were even rumors that some had stepped into Five-star Demigod!

Those a bit older, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, were said to already be monstrous existences at the Six-star Demigod or Seven-star Demigod level!

Such existences were absolutely not something a mere Two-star Demigod like him could compare to.

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"Inheritors of those ancient powers!" When the old man heard that group talking, he also muttered under his breath.

And as he muttered, he was already imagining in his heart that if he really ran into some monstrous freak, at worst he would forcefully use that Eight-star Demigod Battle Skill. Even if he ended up injured like before, he wouldn't let the other side have it easy.

For the sake of a beauty, the old man's thoughts had become a bit crazy for the moment.

But then he turned his thoughts around and felt it was actually unlikely—he was overthinking it.

How could the Inheritors of those ancient powers come participate in this marriage-by-combat, how could they possibly marry the daughter of a mere Misha City Lord?

Even if they wanted to, the forces behind them would never agree.

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"I did not expect so many friends to come to give face to me, Nie!" Suddenly, people heard a mighty voice boom out from the sky.

After hearing this voice, people all raised their heads and looked up, only to see a majestic figure standing proudly in midair. It was a middle-aged man with thick brows and big eyes, a dignified square face, and a faint, calm smile on his lips.

At the sight of this person, many people immediately recognized him. This was none other than the City Lord of Shasang City, Nie Zhen!

"City Lord, the City Lord has appeared!"

"Is the marriage-by-combat finally about to begin?"

"Third Young Miss? Where is the Third Young Miss? Why hasn't she come out yet! I came here just to see the Third Young Miss!"

"I heard the marriage-by-combat will last for three days. Today is only the first day. I guess the Third Young Miss won't show herself yet!"

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