Super War God in the City

Lan Zihan's expression changed instantly upon hearing the words, as she coldly turned her head to look. Who else could it be if not that contemptible Dong Weiyue?

The rivalry between the two sects, and the discord between the two individuals, was not a matter of just a day or two.

However, this detestable woman thinking to see her become a laughingstock had surely miscalculated.

Ruan Yulong sat leisurely in the stands with an impassive face, quietly waiting for Lan Zihan to come before him and bow her head in apology.

"Hiss~"

The surrounding onlookers only then came to their senses, having just learned some juicy gossip about Ruan Yulong and the Saintess from a well-informed disciple.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, they thought, as within the blink of an eye the Saintess emerged, likely coming to show submission to Ruan Yulong.

As such, everyone in the audience drew a sharp breath, involuntarily admiring Di Jiang Peak's strength. Even the Saintess had to curry favor with them.

"Di Jiang Peak is the mainstay of the Wushen Lineage. Even the Saintess has no choice but to grovel before them—offending them lightly is not an option!" someone in the crowd exclaimed with a sigh.

At the same time, people's gazes involuntarily shifted toward Dong Weiyue, the Saintess' sworn enemy.

Dong Weiyue was seen in a red silk floor-length gown, her delicate shoulders veiled in light gauze, half of her snowy bosom exposed, with fair collarbones and lustrous skin.

With her every move, her gait was sinuous and graceful, drawing the parched gaze of many a Witchcraft Sect disciple—it had to be said, this woman was truly a rare beauty!

Just one glance from afar was enough to send a man into raptures, no wonder so many outstanding talents on the Dragon Tiger Ranking scrambled to climb into the arena.

Feng Nan on the platform couldn't help his heart skipping a beat as he saw Dong Weiyue. Though he considered himself obsessed with martial arts and exceptionally steadfast, every time he saw her, he could hardly contain the restlessness in his heart.

Yu Yuanbai, seeing his dream goddess, was similarly unable to steady his spirit. The thought of watching her bathe every time made his blood race.

Ruan Yulong, observing from above, was secretly impressed. When it came to beauty, Dong Weiyue and the Saintess each had their own merits.

However, Dong Weiyue was somewhat too glamorous for his taste, not quite his cup of tea. He preferred a colder beauty like Lan Zihan; conquering such an ice mountain brought more sense of achievement.

"Now this is going to be a good show. Dong Weiyue must have come to see the Saintess make a fool of herself!" A cunning person in the crowd muttered slyly.

At this moment, even Yu Yuanbai and Feng Nan, who were originally preparing to take the stage to compete, called a temporary halt to their battle, as their eyes unanimously fell on Dong Weiyue and the Saintess, as well as Ruan Yulong.

Just then, four people burst into the square, catching the attention of the whole crowd—it was several Young Peak Masters from the Wushen Lineage, including Wei Yuanjie and his wife.

The moment Wei Yuanjie arrived, he couldn't help but scan the place, quickly spotting Ruan Yulong sitting with Dong Tianyi and others in the stands.

His expression instantly changed, realizing that Ruan Yulong was truly harboring a grudge, having joined the company of those from Zhu Rong Peak!

Quickly suppressing the turmoil in his thoughts, he first greeted Dong Yanghua in the stands with courtesy.

Then, with a smile, he called out to Ruan Yulong, "Young Master Ruan, I didn't expect you to have such an interest. If I weren't already married to Shen Ying, I'd be tempted to join this martial contest for marriage myself!"

Ruan Yulong remained expressionless in the face of Wei Yuanjie's self-deprecation, as if he had not seen him at all.

Seeing this, Wei Yuanjie's face stiffened with embarrassment, "Hehe, Young Master Ruan, I heard about yesterday's incident. The Saintess also felt a bit improper afterward!"

Shen Ying could hardly hold back her indignation, and fixed Lan Zihan with a stern voice, "Cousin, Young Master Ruan is right before you, why are you still hesitating?

You can't always carry the airs of a Saintess. What man would dare marry you in the future?

Young Master Ruan has been quite lenient with you, this time you really went too far. If you're wrong, you're wrong. Even lovers quarrel, bowing your head isn't such a big deal!"

"Ahem, Saintess, we mean well for you, mainly because it's not worth it to squabble with Young Master Ruan over two nonsensical fellows!" Hou Tu Peak's Huang Yuanwu added from the side.

The people from Wushen Peak began to bombard Lan Zihan with advice left and right, which was essentially coercion.

Lan Zihan, faced with these disgraced faces, turned deathly pale with anger, her chest heaving. In front of the disciples of the Witchcraft Sect, she felt as if she were stripped naked, filled with humiliation and anger.

"Alas, the Wushen Lineage is doomed to perish; look at the state it has descended into!" Someone in the crowd couldn't help but sigh.

"The Saintess' performance is even worse than a maid servant's. I just wonder what kind of groveling words she'll say to Young Master Ruan to beg for forgiveness next!" Another person added with a smirk.

The people from the Zhu Rong Lineage in the stands just watched the scene with detached amusement, their hearts filled with sneers.

The decline of Wushen Peak was evident in the Saintess' and the Wushen Lineage's reactions today, revealing many of their problems.

At the very least, it proved one thing: once Wushen Peak was separated from Di Jiang Peak, it was completely finished, with no chance of standing up against them. This allowed Dong Yanghua and his companions to once again clearly understand the bottom line of Wushen Peak.

If it weren't for this, the disciples of the Wushen Lineage wouldn't have stooped so low as to apologize to Ruan Yulong in front of all the members of the Witchcraft Sect.

Thinking this, Dong Yanghua couldn't help but shift his gaze toward Ling Fan, the rumored instigator of the incident.

"Heh, this lad turns out to be a blessing for Zhu Rong Peak. I wonder where the Saintess found such a jester. Despite his misguided actions, he has unwittingly provided considerable help to Zhu Rong Peak!" Dong Yanghua mocked inwardly.

"Heh, Saintess, as far as I know, Young Master Ruan is not the sort to be unreasonable. Just lower your head, and I'm sure Young Master Ruan will forgive you!" Dong Weiyue chuckled.

She then turned to Ruan Yulong and said, "Young Master Ruan, I'm not wrong, am I?"

Seeing this, Ruan Yulong was brimming with pride and, with a cough, said, "How could I be angry at the Saintess? Besides, would these two Guest Official Protectors allow me to get off unscathed?"

"Guest Official Protectors? Heh..." Dong Weiyue glanced at Ling Fan and Feng Xiaobai, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

Ling Fan already seemed unreliable enough, but that bratty kid beside him was a Guest Official Protector too?

Dong Weiyue couldn't help but laugh. Just what was Lan Zihan thinking? Were the positions of Guest Official Protectors in the Witchcraft Sect as common as cabbages?

"Hahaha..." At this point, the onlooking crowd also burst into raucous laughter.

Even Dong Tianyi and others in the stands couldn't help but laugh. Ruan Yulong's words had amused everyone.

Even a fool could tell, Yuan Yulong's words were sarcastic and the two might be in for a sight shortly.

Wei Yuanjie and the others standing at the side were flushed with embarrassment, wishing they could find a hole to crawl into. They had brought shame upon themselves.

If it weren't for the Saintess' face, they would have loved to chop these two idiots right then and there.

"Speaking of which, what on earth is the Saintess thinking, appointing these two as Guest Official Protectors?" someone in the crowd couldn't help but snicker, puzzled.

The disciple with a good grasp of the news shook his head and said, "I hear these two fools caused trouble with Liangqiang Peak as soon as they arrived. It's probably a case of the Saintess appointing them in a rush to absolve them of their offenses!"

"Fuck, so that's it. So the Saintess was screwed over by these two morons!" another person said indignantly.

Just as Lan Zihan was about to lose her temper, while the people from Zhu Rong Peak took pleasure in their misfortune, and Wei Yuanjie and company were drowning in shame and anger, Ruan Yulong sat calmly in his seat like an unmovable mountain, confident in his heart, waiting for the moment Lan Zihan would grovel and apologize.

Suddenly, Official Ling walked out unhurriedly, glanced at Ruan Yulong with a sneer, and said, "At least you, kid, have the sense to know what's good for you, or else you were in for a rough time today! Xiaobai, get on the platform. If you can't take the top spot, don't bother coming down to see me!"

At these words, the place fell silent.

Lan Zihan had mentally prepared herself and managed to suppress her anger. Unexpectedly, Ling Fan was indeed a man of his word, intending to disrupt the leitai competition and grab the bride.

The members of the Zhu Rong Lineage were completely stunned, exchanging confused glances, wondering if they were experiencing hallucinations.

Wei Yuanjie and the others felt as if they had been struck by lightning, their minds thrown into chaos. This was supposed to be an occasion for the Saintess to apologize to Young Master Ruan and seek redemption, wasn't it?

What in the world was this situation?

Wei Yuanjie and his fellow disciples were bewildered, utterly bewildered!

Ruan Yulong sat in the stands, frozen like a statue, unable to believe what had just unfolded before him. His eyes were wide with shock, and his thoughts in disarray!