CHAPTER 975: CHAPTER 549: THE ULTIMATE FREELOADER VICTORY

When Zhao Sheng finished reading the content of the Jade Scroll, a burst of brilliance erupted from the scroll, which then shattered in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng didn’t show any sign of surprise, after all, manipulating the tournament was something that absolutely couldn’t see the light of day, and destroying the evidence in advance was the expected course of action.

It’s just that the mindset of the person behind the scenes turned out to be somewhat petty.

Despite the promises in the Jade Scroll of a top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill and Top-grade Spirit Sword, and even the proactive return of all wagers along with an additional thirty thousand Spirit Stones.

However, the proprietor of the bets never imagined that Zhao Sheng didn’t care in the slightest for these things.

More crucially, it’s possible that this was a deliberate test set by the Nascent Soul Ancestors of the Chen Family!

For these old ghosts who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, Zhao Sheng never underestimated them and always guessed their intentions from the darkest perspective.

"Let’s go! Tomorrow will be the last day of getting up early."

Zhao Sheng shook his head, turned around, greeted the seven women of Chen Ying, and then took the lead and boarded the Immortal Crane Flying Car.

Seeing this, Chen Ying and others promptly boarded the flying car and got into the compartment.

Soon, two Immortal Cranes dragged the flying car, diving down from the edge of the treetops, quickly disappearing behind the dense foliage.

...

An uneventful night passed by, and the next day arrived in the blink of an eye.

In the morning, as the sun rose, a light mist shrouded the extensive Cloud Terrace.

At this moment, the Cloud Terrace was bustling with people, already packed with a dense crowd.

Zhao Sheng, Chen Minglong, Chen Mingyin, Chen Mingsha, and other ten outstanding individuals who stood out from thousands of peer clansmen were lined up on a vast platform, enjoying the envious glances of their peers.

Moments later, a short and stout old man holding a pitch-black signing cylinder as thick as an arm leaped up from the White Jade High Platform and landed on the stage in a flash.

"Each person draws a lot from the cylinder. The two who draw the same number will be opponents for the next match. Who wants to go first?" The short and stout old man tapped the signing cylinder and said straightforwardly.

Without any hesitation after hearing this, Zhao Sheng reached out towards the signing cylinder, and a slender sign immediately soared into the air, landing steadily in his hand.

He looked down and saw a large number "one" written on the sign.

Seeing this, the other nine people also reached out to pick up a sign, drawing their respective numbers.

...

"The first match, Chen Mingxi versus Chen Mingsha! You two stay on stage, the others should leave quickly." The short and stout old man scanned the signs in everyone’s hands and immediately said solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the others leaped off the platform, leaving only Zhao Sheng and a tall, naive-looking young man.

This person was Chen Mingsha, who, upon seeing his opponent was Zhao Sheng, showed a bitter expression, hurriedly pulled the Yellow Gourd from his waist, patted its body, and a vast amount of yellow sand sprayed out from the mouth of the gourd, rapidly spreading over most of the platform, swirling like a sandstorm, almost burying everything.

Chen Mingsha stepped back, his figure swiftly vanishing into the depths of the sandstorm, disappearing without a trace.

As some of the yellow sand gathered on his body, a faint brilliance circulated, and the yellow sand quickly condensed into a thick, earth-colored armor.

"This person turns out to be a sand cultivator, quite a rare sight indeed." Zhao Sheng watched as the sandstorm advanced closer, silently pondering noncommittally.

In an instant, a streak of yellow light shot out from the sandstorm, unexpectedly dozens of yellow Beads the size of fingers.

As soon as these yellow Beads touched the ground, they burst into yellow light, transforming into massive stone puppets, each standing over nine feet tall, with fully formed limbs.

Looking around, each Vajra Stone Puppet was covered with a layer of thick Stone Armor, holding Stone Axes as thick as thighs, charging towards Zhao Sheng with great momentum in the blink of an eye.

The Vajra Stone Puppets were incredibly resilient and sturdy. It could be said that each one’s strength was comparable to Qi Refining Perfection.

When more than ten Vajra Stone Puppets joined forces, they could even contend with a Foundation Establishment Third Level Cultivator without falling behind.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng formed a sword finger with his hand and pointed forward, coldly shouting, "Swift!"

Before his words had barely fallen, the Red Gold Flying Sword shot out fiercely, its body flickering, instantly splitting into nine golden Sword Lights.

The Sword Lights, like lightning, continuously pierced through the chests of nine Vajra Stone Puppets before exhausting their power and dissipating.

"Boom" "Boom" several loud noises.

The nine massive puppets collapsed in response, their bodies shattering into countless pieces of varying sizes.

"What? Only one sword!" Chen Minglong among the top ten exclaimed in shock, and the other eight also showed slight changes in their expressions.

The Heart Core of the Vajra Stone Puppet was hidden in its chest, the area with the strongest defense, yet it couldn’t withstand even a single Sword Light.

Deep in the sandstorm, Chen Mingsha’s face turned pale at this moment, evidently suffering considerable spiritual trauma.

However, in the next moment, just as he mustered the courage to re-manipulate the remaining puppets to charge at his opponent, his expression suddenly froze.

Chen Mingsha slowly lowered his head, just in time to see a faintly discernible, crystalline little sword resting firmly against his chest.

He should be proud enough to have "forced" Zhao Sheng to use a second flying sword.

Meanwhile, Zhao Sheng slightly raised the corner of his mouth, reached out to recall the Red Gold Flying Sword, looking at the tumultuous sandstorm with a half-smile.

In the next second, the vast sandstorm turned into pillars of sand, which drilled back into the Yellow Sand Gourd.

Chen Mingsha hung the Yellow Sand Gourd back on his waist with a face of disappointment, raised his right hand to indicate surrender.

Upon seeing this, the crowd watching below the stage erupted into a clamor.