Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

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Tianjian Continent, in the central region.

The Demon Master tried to open a Spatial Passage, but the passage expanded from weak to strong over time, requiring time to expand.

In other words, when the Spatial Passage first opened, it could only accommodate those of lower realms.

Initially, the Demon Master had planned to send over some weaker Great Demons.

But then he had a second thought.

After all, those were all geniuses of the new era, so ordinary Great Demons were probably not their match.

Therefore, the Demon Master wanted to summon the geniuses of the Tianjian Continent who had revived from the old era, and let these old-era geniuses go through the Spatial Passage to assassinate those new-era geniuses.

To the Demon Master, the old era was certainly stronger. The geniuses of the old era could easily assassinate those of the new era.

Those geniuses from the old era were not necessarily ones even the older generation of powerhouses from the new era could overcome.

Harboring this thought, the Demon Master organized the Celestial Competition.

He planned to pick a group of strong old-era geniuses to go assassinate the new-era geniuses.

...

At this very moment.

The Demon Master and Ji Meng were flying at the highest point in the central region, watching the old-era geniuses continuously arriving below.

"Ji Meng, do you think the geniuses under my command are worthy of your attention?"

The Demon Master smiled as he looked at Ji Meng and spoke.

"Not bad. When Your Majesty returns, to preside over this continent, and sees this scene, he will surely be very pleased."

Ji Meng nodded slightly, trident in hand as he spoke.

"You..."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Master's face darkened instantly, and a shadow lurked in his eyes.

"What, you don't wish for Your Majesty to return?"

Ji Meng looked coldly at the Demon Master as he said.

"Of course, I do. The treasures in my possession are also Your Majesty's, and of course, I want Your Majesty to return. When the time comes, I want to personally return the treasures to Your Majesty!"

The Demon Master's expression changed, and he looked at Ji Meng with a smile.

"I hope so."

Ji Meng snorted coldly and said no more.

The Demon Master smiled, but did not speak further, though a sinister light flickered in his eyes.

The two watched from above as geniuses of the old era gathered from all directions below.

Neither went down.

While selecting geniuses was important, it didn't require their direct involvement; those below would naturally take care of it, and they merely needed to watch.

...

In the central region.

At the edge of a vast plain, a line glowing with red light was etched onto the boundary.

At its edges were gathered countless old-era geniuses of the Demon Race.

These geniuses watched the glowing red line with wariness, hesitant to cross it.

Among this group of geniuses.

Jin Yu was also standing there.

And behind Jin Yu stood Chu Yuan.

As for Chu Yuan's strange appearance, the surrounding geniuses of the Demon Clan paid no mind.

After all, the appearances of these Demon Clan's Prouds were not much to look at either.

Some maintained human forms, others not so much, with a tiger head and human body, a bull head and human body, human face and horse legs...

All sorts of strange figures.

"What's the matter, you're not going in? What are you standing here for?"

Chu Yuan looked curiously at the gathering of the Demon Race geniuses and asked.

"Senior, you are not from the Demon Race, so you may not know, as we approach this line, we received a message. Once you step over this line, you enter the battlefield. Inside the battlefield, attacks are free game. The five hundred who survive can then be personally summoned by the Demon Master."

Jin Yu answered Chu Yuan.

Upon hearing this.

Chu Yuan's eyes widened.

So brutal?

He knew about the various competitions on the Divinity Continent, akin to fight tournaments.

They were decided through sparring to determine the winner.

But this Demon Race directly throws them into a battlefield to determine ranks by combat?

Those who survive are the winners.

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Like raising gu.

Extremely ferocious.

As expected of the Demon Race.

Chu Yuan clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Do you think you can survive?"

Chu Yuan looked at Jin Yu and asked.

"No..."

Jin Yu took a deep breath and said this.

It was his honest answer.

He truly did not have confidence in his survival.

Even within the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, he was not the strongest. It was difficult for him to rank in the top ten.

And what was the Golden-winged Dapeng clan in the entirety of Tianjian Continent? They were merely mid-level at best. The truly powerful forces had not yet revived. Calling them mid-level was already a courtesy to the name "Golden-winged Dapeng."

"If you're not confident you can survive, why do you still enter? Why do you participate in this Proud of the Demon Clan competition?"

Chu Yuan was puzzled.

Knowing that you might fall, why would you choose to participate?

"Because I am a Proud!"

Jin Yu said through clenched teeth.

"This... Forget it, I'll accompany you in there so that you don't actually get slaughtered,"

Chu Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment, and finally uttered these words.

"Senior, are you really willing to go in with me?"

Jin Yu looked at Chu Yuan in surprise.

He had thought Chu Yuan was just here to watch the excitement.

He didn't expect that Chu Yuan would actually be willing to join him on the battlefield.

"Go in? What else?"

Chu Yuan rolled his eyes and said.

"But... but Senior, only people like us can enter the battlefield. It seems like you can't get in,"

Jin Yu hesitated and then spoke.

"I have my ways. Just follow me..."

After Chu Yuan finished speaking,

he turned and walked outside.

Jin Yu followed in a daze.

A moment later,

Jin Yu came back from outside.

Chu Yuan was nowhere to be seen beside him.

Instead, Jin Yu now had a ring on his finger.

"Let's go, enter the battlefield. With me helping you, I can assure you'll be unharmed,"

Chu Yuan's voice came out from the ring.

Jin Yu nodded excitedly and immediately leaped into the fray, crossing the red line into the battlefield.

His face was flushed with excitement.

His first time cheating.

It was a bit thrilling.

As Jin Yu stepped onto the battlefield, he naturally drew the gaze of those who dared not enter.

When they recognized it was Jin Yu, they were all taken aback.

"Isn't this guy from the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, that one called the thinker? How dare he go in?"

"Does anyone know anything about that guy? What Realm is he at? What? He's just a rookie?"

"These days, even rookies are so arrogant? They dare to enter like this?"

"If such riffraff dare to go in, we have no reason to be afraid. Let's go, everybody follow me in!"

...

It was as if these Prouds of the old era were all stimulated and rushed into the battlefield one after another.

In an instant, most of these old-era Prouds entered the battlefield.

There was a trend of wanting to turn heaven and earth upside down.

After those Prouds entered the battlefield, indeed, there erupted one after another fiercely intense battle.

Unlike the Human Race Prouds, the Prouds of the Demon Race only fought for life and death, not for victory or defeat. To survive was to be the winner!