Just like when the Martial Heaven Tournament was held before, in the center of the city a projection appeared in the void, allowing everyone to see all the contents of the conference clearly.
The place where the Demon-Slaying Assembly was being held was the Baili Imperial Clan’s Heaven-Genesis Microcosm.
Early in the morning, crowds were already moving toward the Baili Imperial Clan.
Besides the twelve Imperial Lineages leading the way, behind them came first-class and second-class sects, as well as famous rouge cultivators from across the continent.
The requirements for this Demon-Slaying Assembly were not that high. Anyone could come forth to fight.
But life and death were not questioned, in short, before coming out to contend for the position of Alliance Master, one had to be ready to die.
Otherwise, if just anyone could jump in and muddle things, the conference would never end, not even until the year of the monkey.
At the base of the Star-Picking Tower, when Xu Zimo and Lin Ruhu came downstairs, they found Miss Jing waiting for them deliberately.
“Bro, how should I address her?” Lin Ruhu asked.
He didn’t know what kind of relationship Xu Zimo and Miss Jing had.
“You should call me sister-in-law,” Miss Jing covered her mouth and laughed lightly.
“So you’ve been waiting here early in the morning just to tease me?” Xu Zimo asked.
“Can’t you be a little gentler with me?” Miss Jing cast him a reproachful look.
For a moment she was full of allure.
From her sleeve she produced two tokens, saying, “Here, these are the tokens to enter the Demon-Slaying Assembly. Although the restrictions aren’t too strict, you don’t think just anyone can walk in, right?”
“Thanks,” Xu Zimo said as he accepted the tokens.
He glanced at them. One side was black, the other golden.
On the golden side, a tiny figure raised a long sword to stab forward. On the black side, a grotesque demon head was sprawled on the ground.
“Recently a lot of talk has been spreading on the continents, in short, something like the ‘Demon Sovereign Destruction Theory,” Miss Jing said. “Someone is deliberately spreading this, perhaps trying to put you in opposition to the whole world, making people hate the Ancient Demon Race. Some have even begun pretending to be demons, flying the flag, burning, killing, and plundering.”
“I think those are the ones who truly deserve to die,” Lin Ruhu said angrily.
“Beasts in human skin, hypocritical animals.”
Xu Zimo nodded slightly at the side.
“Brother Zimo, you also think they’re beasts?” Lin Ruhu asked.
“Ah, it’s not that I care about that,” Xu Zimo said as he looked at the token. “But the Demon Sovereign is obviously a very handsome guy, yet they drew him so ugly. Just that alone is enough to anger gods and men alike.”
After saying this, Xu Zimo looked at Miss Jing and asked, “You’re going into the Demon-Slaying Assembly as well?”
“To see you display your divine power, how could I miss that?” Miss Jing laughed. “If you get defeated, I just might get the chance to play the beauty rescuing the hero. And besides, you don’t need to thank me. There will be many chances in the future where you’ll need to. When that time comes, how do you plan to repay me?”
“That’s easy. If someday you run into trouble, or are being hunted down, I can consider saving you,” Xu Zimo replied.
“I won’t run into trouble,” Miss Jing shook her head confidently.
“Don’t be so sure,” Xu Zimo said.
“I am sure,” Miss Jing looked straight into Xu Zimo’s eyes and said word by word.
The sound of steel rang out, “clang”, as Shadow Tyrant was suddenly drawn.
Miss Jing stared in shock. Xu Zimo’s blade was already at her throat.
The cold intent of the blade even touched her skin.
She could feel the stern killing intent.
“Right now I want to kill you. Then I persuade myself not to kill you,” Xu Zimo sheathed the blade and said. “See? I just saved your life. We’re even.”
“What the hell kind of BS logic is that?” Miss Jing froze in place.
“You’re cursing me?” Xu Zimo frowned.
“No, BS means ‘beautiful and sweet,’ not a curse word,” Miss Jing hurried to explain.
“Alright, let’s go to the Baili Imperial Clan,” Xu Zimo waved his hand, not bothering to argue.
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As the hosts of this Demon-Slaying Assembly, the Baili Imperial Clan had prepared for a long time. During this period the entire family had set everything aside, focusing only on preparations for the event.
The head of the family, Baili Chengfeng, was dressed in a long robe of cyan, standing at the family gate to welcome the guests as a sign of respect.
At the entrance was a place to check tokens.
Xu Zimo and Lin Ruhu wore masks, handed over their tokens, and went in.
“Brother Zimo, what do you think would happen if we removed our masks during the Demon-Slaying Assembly, what kind of expressions would people make?” Lin Ruhu laughed. He thought for a moment, then added, “Wouldn’t they think it’s like wolves entering a tiger’s den?”
“Shouldn’t it be like a tiger entering a flock of sheep?” Xu Zimo laughed.
The gate to the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm opened, the void gate slowly revolving.
The most distinguished people had already gone in first. As for the rest, they had to line up obediently to enter the small world.
Once again arriving in the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm, Xu Zimo recalled much.
The first time he came here, it was to create a world and steal the primal essence of heaven and earth.
Later, when that primal essence was gone, this Particle World was wasted. Now it could only be used for holding large gatherings. Its only remaining advantage was its vast size.
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People looked around at the interior of the Heaven-Genesis Microcosm.
In the very center stood an arena nearly a thousand meters in length and width.
The materials used to build it were the extremely rare Dao Crystals.
It was clear the Baili Imperial Clan had spared no expense this time.
Many ordinary people couldn’t understand this. Even if they killed the Demon Sovereign, it didn’t seem like there was much benefit to the Baili Imperial Clan.
They couldn’t figure out why the family was so fervent, paying such a high price.
Surrounding the arena were hundreds of seats, reserved for those of some status.
Especially the first few dozen seats, forged from radiant gold, decorated with dragon and phoenix motifs, grand and imposing.
As for the rest, they could only stand on the outer edges and watch.
After all, this election of the Alliance Master had nothing to do with them. They were just here to watch the excitement.
At the edges were placed several massive drums.
Xu Zimo looked at his token and realized it did not assign him a seat.
The name “Black and White Asura” had only appeared yesterday. Having no seat was normal.
He looked around and happened to spot some acquaintances.
“Well, if it isn’t the two from Chicken Sect,” Lin Ruhu swaggered forward, grinning.
Although yesterday he had stomped and broken Zhang Shihao’s limbs, the Heavenly Chicken Sect was still a major sect. Restorative pills that could bring flesh and bone back from death were not rare for them.
With an elder healing him, recovery wasn’t difficult.
Seeing Lin Ruhu and Xu Zimo walk over, Zhang Shihao’s expression changed.
He quickly asked, “What do you two want? This is the Demon-Slaying Assembly, all twelve Imperial Lineages are here. You’d better behave yourselves.”