"What kind of move is this? A defensive formation has turned into an offensive power. This is too abnormal!"
"What is going on with this Celestial Realm? How can there be so many incomprehensible yet incredibly powerful moves?"
"Could it be that the times are about to change?"
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the grand Fùtiān Sword Qi surged directly towards the Ghost King.
"Impossible!"
"Ghost King's Fury Kill!"
Mo Xuan was greatly alarmed and, in his panic, unleashed Ghost King's Fury Kill again. However, the power this time was incomparable to the previous one.
"Rumble!"
A massive explosion erupted in the sky. The Ghost King's colossal body was directly pierced by the Fùtiān Sword Qi.
"Ah!"
The Ghost King's screams reverberated throughout the arena. Then, his body shattered, and the disciples he had fused with reappeared, falling to the ground.
"We—we don't want to die!"
"No..."
"Why did it turn out like this? Senior Brother, you, you said we would win, didn't you?"
The falling disciples' eyes widened as they spoke their last words before perishing one after another.
"Pfft!"
Blood spurted from Mo Xuan's mouth. He had borne the brunt of the Fùtiān Sword Qi's destructive power, his meridians were severed, and he was rendered a cripple.
"Xiao Ai, you're amazing! That's fantastic."
"We won!"
"What Ghost King? What fusion? Wasn't it easily annihilated by Xiao Ai?"
"The Celestial Realm is the strongest."
The women jumped up and cheered continuously. This was their first major victory in the Myriad Worlds Selection, a victory of great significance.
"Is the Celestial Realm really that strong?"
"Could there be a mistake? Is the Celestial Realm truly a Level One Great World? It feels stronger than a Level Seven Great World!"
"This Ye Aotian is too mysterious. How can he teach such powerful disciples? It's unsolvable!"
"Celestial Realm, it seems we need to change our perception of it."
Not only the participants but even the powerhouses from various great worlds were now looking at the Celestial Realm with newfound respect.
"We concede!"
"We want to go home!"
"Stop fighting. You guys from Level Six and above Great Worlds can play. We're out."
Witnessing the Celestial Realm's performance, many low-level Great World teams promptly surrendered. They had also received subtle hints from their leaders to withdraw quickly and avoid falling victim to those from the higher-level Great Worlds.
"I now announce the end of the preliminary qualifiers. Ten teams have advanced to the main competition. They are: One Level Eight Great World: Tianlan Domain; Five Level Seven Great Worlds: Zhankong Domain, Haiming Domain... Three Level Six Great Worlds: Fengyun Domain... And finally, one Level One Great World: Celestial Realm!"
As the Hundred Steps Heavenly God finished announcing the teams that had advanced to the main competition, the crowd erupted in heated discussion again.
"There's a huge gap this time. Only one team from a low-level Great World, and that's the Celestial Realm!"
"Incredible. There are still teams surviving from Great Worlds below Level Six. The reputation of the low-level worlds now rests on the Celestial Realm."
"Regardless of the outcome, even if the Celestial Realm cannot win the championship, their advancement to the main competition has brought great honor to the low-level worlds. Ye Aotian is truly a hero."
A large number of powerhouses flocked to the Celestial Realm's seating area to pay their respects to Ye Yun.
"Sect Master Ye, the Celestial Realm is now our only hope among the low-level Great Worlds. Do you have anything to say?"
"Yes, Sect Master Ye, we'd like to interview you. As the sole remaining representative of the low-level Great Worlds, is the Celestial Realm under immense pressure?"
"While we highly recognize the talent of the Celestial Realm team, domains like Zhankong Domain, Haiming Domain, and even Tianlan Star Domain are formidable opponents. Won't you shatter your teeth trying to bite them?"
Many eager powerhouses pushed their way to the front, acting like reporters, all wanting Ye Yun to answer their questions.
After all, the teams from these low-level Great Worlds had been completely wiped out, placing all their hopes on the Celestial Realm team. Moreover, as the temporary alliance leader of the low-level Great Worlds, they also wanted Ye Yun to make a statement.
"Everyone, please remain calm. The Celestial Realm's advancement to the main competition is the result of the hard work of my female disciples. As their master, I've actually done nothing."
"Done nothing? Hahaha, Sect Master Ye, why be so modest? What rare resources can a Level One Great World possibly have? We all understand. If it weren't for your ingenious methods, your disciples likely wouldn't be so outstanding, right?"
"Exactly, Sect Master Ye, what are your brilliant methods? Please tell us!"
"We're all from low-level Great Worlds. Do us a favor, won't you?"
Several attractive female powerhouses from the low-level Great Worlds, with their figures on display, squeezed through the crowd and batted their eyelashes at Ye Yun. They were employing every possible tactic to extract some information.
"What are you doing? Have some dignity! Our Ye Aotian is a respectable person, don't corrupt him."
"Yes, you all, with your heavy makeup and disheveled clothes, hurry back and look in the mirror. With your vulgarity, how dare you show off in front of Ye Aotian!"
"Disperse, disperse! You just wait to watch the show. The Celestial Realm is absolutely going to win the championship, and then you'll all have face."
Just as those few female powerhouses began to twist their curvaceous bodies and were about to make further moves on Ye Yun, Song Ziyue and Xing Meng leaped forward, blocking Ye Yun's path. They then proceeded to "discipline" those painted ladies, leaving everyone stunned.
"Ouch, if you're leaving, then leave. Why say such harsh words? Who are you to Ye Aotian?"
"Exactly, are you his wives or something?"
Those few female powerhouses, striking seductive poses, were reluctant to leave.
"We, we are his wives. If you don't get lost, we won't be polite."
Seeing that the other women still wouldn't back down and were trying to take advantage of Ye Yun, Xing Meng and Song Ziyue, in a rare moment of agreement, directly declared themselves to be Ye Yun's wives.
"Ah?!"
Ye Yun had originally intended for Song Ziyue and Xing Meng to "make a scene" so he could have some peace. He never expected these two girls to cause such a huge stir, even daring to say such things.
"What are you 'ah'-ing about, Ye Aotian? I'm warning you, if you dare to look at them again, you'll be in trouble."
"That's right, Ye Aotian. We've tolerated you for a long time. Go back and wait to be punished with kneeling on a washboard."
Xing Meng and Song Ziyue were pressing their advantage. Seeing that they were about to grab Ye Yun's ear, Ye Yun truly became "frightened" this time. With a leap, he returned to his disciples' side.
"Heh, Master, there's still something you're afraid of?"
Fang Zhiwei poked her small head out from under Ye Yun's arm. Ye Yun was speechless. Was this girl trying to take advantage of the situation?
"You, girl, be serious. Master was just adapting to the situation, how could I be afraid? Also, you all need to bear witness for me. Those two said it themselves, I never admitted to anything."