CHAPTER 446: CHAPTER 446: HOW DID WE WIN THIS?

The noisy crowd and the cheers of the Sparrow Race suddenly came to a halt.

It was as if their throats had been abruptly squeezed shut.

Even Brother Cheng was caught off guard by the result.

The first battle certainly couldn’t be a flop, and he went all out.

But he really didn’t expect this dignified mid-stage Quasi-Emperor to be so fragile.

Looking at Que Mi, the Quasi-Emperor in the distance, barely breathing and with a shattered Demon Body on the brink of death, even Cang Ling found it unbearable to watch.

From the start, she knew Brother Cheng was strong and held high confidence in him.

Because she had witnessed the process of branding 49 Hearts of the Main Rule consecutively.

But she obviously didn’t expect it to be this easy.

"Hiss..."

"He won’t recover for billions of years, assuming he even lives that long."

"You’re quite ruthless, I like it!"

The Lark Race isn’t considered part of the Qilin Camp because they’re too weak for the Qilin Race to notice.

And this wasn’t a life-and-death battle; originally, a good beating and plucking a few feathers would suffice.

Brother Cheng looked quite innocent.

"I didn’t expect it to be like this either!"

He had no idea how strong the brand of 49 Hearts of Rule was all at once.

One could only say Que Mi, the Quasi-Emperor, was unfortunate to be the first to encounter and test his firepower.

It didn’t even reach the stage of the Immortal Country colliding with the Demon Body; the fight ended just like that.

"Long live the Great Emperor!"

Elder Canglong was the first to break the indescribable silence.

"Hahahaha, who dares to say our race’s Great Emperor is weak now?"

He was actually a bit nervous before the battle started.

Seeing Brother Cheng win easily, he was so excited he flew around the entire arena.

"Still thinking of stepping over us, the Azure Dragon Race, to get ahead? Think you have what it takes?"

"For our Great Emperor, with the Nine Patterns Bloodline Origin Dragon Bone, challenging beyond his level is as simple as eating and drinking!"

The other Demon Races around finally awoke from their shock.

Then, a wave of astonishment spread.

"What just happened?"

"How could this be?"

"Even if Que Mi the Great Emperor is weak, he’s still a mid-stage Quasi-Emperor!"

"Even if a Quasi-Emperor at the early-stage can indeed win beyond their level, it shouldn’t be this quick, right?"

The demons waiting to see a joke earlier now found their faces metaphorically swollen from surprise.

They really couldn’t figure it out.

"Holy crap, how did he do it?"

"This Azure Dragon Emperor seems not to be as weak as he appears..."

"Could it be that Que Mi, the Quasi-Emperor, wasn’t prepared and was caught off guard since he’s not good at fighting?"

"Possible, otherwise, it wouldn’t be so exaggerated."

The demon emperors watching from the top hall were just as dumbfounded.

The brand of the Heart of Rule is so elusive; even when facing it directly, you can’t be sure.

Let alone watching from behind a bubble; they couldn’t see any inside information.

All they knew was the vast difference in power between the two resulted in an immediate outcome with one clash.

Emperor Mo Lin and Emperor Yulin looked extremely displeased, their expressions so dark they seemed about to drip water.

They had planned to make the Azure Dragon Race utterly lose face and become a laughingstock of the Demon Realm.

Yet, he managed to turn it around?

Seeing Brother Cheng swaggering around with pride after winning, they were itching to personally go down and wipe him out.

The Peacock Emperor, looking down angrily, said: "That Que Mi is utterly useless!"

Emperor Bear Pi also coldly commented: "Serves them right for being at the bottom for ten thousand years!"

Emperor Bai He added, full of disappointment: "They’ve truly disgraced us, the Bird Race. I’ll have them expelled from Biyu Mountain when we return!"

Even though he had never supported the Lark Race.

"Hahaha, well done..."

On the other side, the Cyan Dragon Emperor was beaming with smiles.

Even though he had past grievances with Brother Cheng, as long as the Dragon Race wasn’t humiliated, he was quite pleased.

"Some groups thought themselves clever, but now it’s backfired to benefit the Azure Dragon Race."

"Sheer calculation can’t compare to divine will!"

"Cang Cheng, this guy, has some skills. To make it through the first round, that’s quite something!"

For the first time, he found Brother Cheng somewhat pleasing to the eye.

In fact, when Brother Cheng won, even his own jaw almost dropped in shock.

Emperor Mo Lin, seething, clenched his teeth.

"He only defeated the weakest; don’t celebrate too soon."

"Next round, he won’t have it so easy."

The Cyan Dragon Emperor’s expression tensed, possibly thinking of something yet feeling helpless.

The assembly was completely under the opponent’s control, arranged however they wished.

Unless he faced them head-on, there was little else he could do.

He could only hope Brother Cheng wouldn’t lose too embarrassingly in the next round.

After the battle ended, Que Mi, the Quasi-Emperor, was swiftly carried away.

Although the Grand Demon Assembly was of a competitive nature, there was no follow-up care offered for injuries; one bore the consequences personally.

The group of lamenting sparrow demons previously cheering now wailed around the enormous ruptured Demon Body.

"Great Emperor, Great Emperor, wake up!"

"Great Emperor, don’t leave us..."

"Boo hoo, what will we do in the future?"

Que Mi had always protected these weak sparrow demons like an elder brother.

As the only Quasi-Emperor of the Sparrow Race, if he fell, their status would drop several levels further.

They might even end up like the Clam Race, preyed upon by other races.

Seeing this scene from afar, Brother Cheng, who had just finished flaunting, sighed inwardly.

That’s how competitions are, one should be prepared to face the consequences once they sign up.

Despite this guy sharing some annoying traits with him, he did try to step over him, didn’t he?

Whenever Brother Cheng fought, it was clean, decisive, and ruthless — he wasn’t about to console his opponent.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a thought suddenly came to him.

Did Que Mi mention something about a ’Colorful Band’?

Looking again at the flamboyant, colorful sparrow demons, recalling their spirited cheering before the battle, his mind started to whirl.

If he had such a cheerleading team behind him, wouldn’t that be a thousand times more impressive than Old Mo’s puppets back in the day?

This cheerleading squad would be the most top-tier and dignified in the entire Immortal Realm!

"Out of the way, move aside!"

He parted the crowd of onlookers and squeezed in.

The sparrow demons, weeping around Que Mi, tensed with guarded and fearful expressions as he approached.

"You, why are you here again?"

"Isn’t it enough you’ve done this to our Great Emperor?"

"Are you going to desecrate the body too, you demon?"

Brother Cheng chuckled lightly: "Your Great Emperor isn’t dead, why would I desecrate a body?"

"What if I can save him?"

The sparrow demons and onlooking demons were stunned, finding it hard to believe their ears.

Save their recent opponent?

Could there really be such a kind-hearted demon?

Isn’t he holding ulterior motives?

"Are you serious?"

The sparrow demons were shocked and elated.

"You’re not lying to us, are you?"

"The Great Emperor is so severely injured; how can he be saved?"

Brother Cheng said proudly: "I’m the one who fought him; who else could save him but me?"

The demons agreed.

"Really? Then save him quickly!"

The sparrow demons gathered around eagerly, like seeing rain in a desert.

"If you can save our Great Emperor, we will surely thank you."

"You’ll be the greatest benefactor of our Sparrow Race!"

"Azure Dragon Emperor, we didn’t expect you to be so kind, we were too harsh on you before..."

"If anyone insults you in the future, we’ll defend your honor!"