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"That's right! In Northern Liang Province, a chicken coop can't produce a Phoenix. Over the years, those who have managed to fly out are just mixed-breed birds. They can only be bullied. Hahaha..."
Hearing the disdainful words of the strong man, some martial artists loudly echoed in agreement, clearly endorsing that sentiment.
In no time, derisive laughter filled the air.
Northern Liang Province has been impoverished and weak for thousands of years. This is not something that can be changed overnight.
Meanwhile, Central Sand State has remained at the forefront for many years. Who, apart from the imperial capital, can overshadow Central Sand State's Heavenly Pride?
In the last Hidden Dragon Ranking of the Thirty-Three States, Central Sand State occupied thirteen spots in the top one hundred!
Even the powerful imperial capital only had twenty spots.
This shows how formidable Central Sand State's overall strength is and gives a glimpse into the extraordinary presence of its Heavenly Pride.
As for Northern Liang Province, it seems that no young genius has entered the top one hundred of the Hidden Dragon Ranking for over two hundred years now.
Let alone the top one hundred; even among the top five hundred young talents, they are few and far between.
It's simply a joke!
With such a level of capability, they still dare to challenge Central Sand State's authority?
It only adds to the ridicule.
“Northern Liang Province is also making a scene, showing no awareness of being a second-rate region.”
“Not necessarily! I heard that Sword Peerless has already been defeated, and even the unbeatable sword momentum was completely reversed.”
A martial artist from Out-of-State sang a sour tune.
He had been discriminated against for too long and finally had the chance to fight back; how could he miss such a rare opportunity?
What?!
The atmosphere in the tavern turned slightly silent upon hearing that Sword Peerless had been defeated.
Especially the martial artists from Central Sand State, their faces turned ashen, and deep doubt appeared in their eyes.
Some martial artists even dropped their chopsticks to the ground.
In the quiet tavern, the crisp sound was like thunder.
Clearly, the news that Sword Peerless was defeated in one move was shocking beyond belief.
“Is this just hearsay? Sword Peerless's swordsmanship can slay a Brutal Bandit at the first level of Yuan Dan Realm; how could he possibly be defeated in one move?! This must be a case of misinformation.”
Someone shook their head disdainfully, expressing contempt for such baseless rumors.
“Haha, go watch the battle in the south of the city yourself; you Central Sand State folks have really hit a wall this time…”
The Out-of-State martial artist laughed out loud, seizing the moment to kick them while they were down.
"To my knowledge, the top twenty can quickly defeat Sword Wushuang.
For the top ten, it is not difficult to incapacitate Sword Wushuang with a single move.
If it were the top three who made a move, Sword Wushuang would probably not even have the courage to draw his sword.
Defeating Sword Wushuang does not prove anything; it only indicates that Beiliang Province is not too bad."
As soon as these words were spoken, the warriors from Central Sand State seemed to be invigorated, suppressing all dissenting opinions.
...
Five hours later.
The restaurant was bustling with dinner time.
"What is the situation at Southern Arena?"
"The prodigies from Central Sand State don't even bother to show up; they haven't made an appearance at all."
"Heh, that's right. Our prodigies from Central Sand State are progressing by leaps and bounds; how could they waste time playing childish games with clowns?"
"Only the warriors from Beiliang Province are uninterested in cultivation, spending their days seeking fame. They are just waiting for the real prodigies to make their move and slap them in the face."
Hearing such mocking remarks, the out-of-state warriors clenched their fists in silence.
Among them, several warriors from Beiliang Province felt a mix of anger and helplessness, their hearts bleeding silently.
...
A day later.
Li Li Yi Cheng.
In the central civilian area.
The streets, once bustling with vendors and hawkers, transformed into a temporary performance venue for the Storyteller.
At the center of the venue stood a three-foot podium, with a dark, shiny Surprise Board placed in the middle of the wooden platform.
"Silence!"
An elderly man with flowing white hair suddenly struck the Surprise Board amidst the clamor of the crowd.
The entire audience fell silent.
"Let me tell you, our great Xian Sheng Dynasty spans ninety-six million miles. With a population of one hundred thirty billion Subjects. The Star-Sundered Winged Chariot is as handsome as a star-studded sky.
The fortune of billions of Subjects is like the yin and yang during the time of chaos.
The pure energy rises, illuminating our bright and clear world.
The turbid energy sinks to the earth's core, gathering over millennia to form the National Dragon Spirit.
That National Dragon Spirit is truly remarkable; it travels through the earth's core at a speed of a million miles a day, and every thousand years, it makes an appearance on the surface.
Dragon Spirit Once it emerges to the surface, it signifies that the fortunes of my dynasty are about to flourish for a hundred years!
At that time, Heavenly Pride was in full bloom, with countless talents vying for supremacy, heralding the arrival of a grand era.
And in this era of competition, there will surely be a Peerless Genius who stands out above all! He is known to the world as the Holy Dragon Son!
Today, I will tell you the story of the Holy Dragon Son.
Clang!
The Surprise Board suddenly crashed down, and the crowd fell silent, with thousands of people holding their breath to listen to what comes next.
"What virtues and abilities does the Holy Dragon Son possess to be called the Holy Dragon Son? Let me tell you in detail!"
With that, the Storyteller gently stroked his long beard.
"Hurry up and tell us why he is called the Holy Dragon Son!"
"Please tell us quickly!"
The crowd was anxious and impatient.
The old man chuckled heartily.
He took a sip of the farmer's Osmanthus Wine, and his old face flushed with color.
"Hehe... As we mentioned earlier, the National Dragon Spirit emerges from the ground once every thousand years."
Every time it appears, it finds a newborn baby born that night and breathes a puff of Dragon Breath onto the baby's face.
That Dragon Breath contains supreme Fortune, capable of transforming an ordinary person into a saint.
A baby who has been breathed upon by Dragon Breath will naturally possess extraordinary talents, and their cultivation speed will far surpass that of their peers, the Heavenly Pride.
Before him, all geniuses cannot compete with him.
This is the Holy Dragon Son! Hehe...
The old man stroked his long beard and smiled mysteriously.
"Oh, the Holy Dragon Son you mentioned refers to Qiao Liangyu, right?"
The crowd instinctively thought of the whirlwind gun Qiao Liangyu, who emerged once every five hundred years from the Central Sand State.
"Yes, Qiao Liangyu must be the Holy Dragon Son. He was already invincible last year. After a year of consolidation, his cultivation and combat power must have soared. He is definitely the baby breathed upon by the National Dragon Spirit."
As this statement was made, the crowd unanimously agreed. Qiao Liangyu must be the Holy Dragon Son!
Crash!
The Storyteller was furious and smashed the Surprise Board in his hand.
The wooden table was filled with countless cracks, and then with a snap, it turned to dust and was blown away by the wind.
Thousands of people were so frightened that they dared not breathe.
"Hmph! What is that Qiao Liangyu compared to the Holy Dragon Son!?
The Holy Dragon Son is Lin Qiubai from our Northern Liang State! He is currently establishing his reputation in the Southern Arena, and for every genius in the Central Sand State, he will suppress them all!"
The storyteller was actually a Yuan Dan Realm expert... A dignified Yuan Dan Realm expert disguised as a storyteller, coming to the commoners' area to brainwash the people!
Seeing through the storyteller's malicious intent, the crowd began to spit in disdain.
"Bah! Fake storyteller! Our Qiao Liangyu from the Central Sand State is the real Holy Dragon Son! Where did this Lin Qiubai come from, a mere nobody?"
"Exactly! Qiao Liangyu won the championship last year, and this year he will only be stronger. Crushing everything is a given."
The crowd from the Central Sand State was united and completely unaffected by the Yuan Dan Realm expert's deception.
The Yuan Dan Realm warrior, pointed at by thousands, could only leave in disgrace.
As he walked away, he couldn't help but curse, "Hmph, when Lin Qiubai beats that Qiao Liangyu so badly that he won't even recognize his own parents, you'll know who the Holy Dragon Son really is!"
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