722 Asura Is Here (1)
The second round was sorcery.
Sorcery was also divided into white sorcery and black sorcery. The former was used to save people, and the latter was used to kill. In Yu Wan’s opinion, a vicious woman like Nangong Yan naturally would not compete in white sorcery. As expected, it was unknown what Nangong Yan had negotiated with the censor, but the censor revealed a troubled expression.
After a while, the Censor discussed with the Grand Commandant and Grand Tutor and came to ask the Eldest Princess and Yu Wan if they could accept the challenge of black sorcery.
Yu Wan looked at Grandma, who nodded at her. Yu Wan said, “Accept!”
The censor said, “Because black sorcery is too domineering, the sorcerers of both sides have to ensure that they don’t hurt the innocent. Otherwise, it will be considered a loss.”
“Okay.” Yu Wan nodded.
Nangong Yan also nodded in agreement.
The censor said seriously, “Then, please send out your sorcerers.”
To everyone’s surprise, the person who was sent up by Nangong Yan was actually the State Preceptor.
The State Preceptor had openly fought for Nangong Yan, which could be considered a disguised admission that the State Preceptor Hall had colluded with the Empress.
Yu Shaoqing narrowed his eyes and said, “He’s really bold. Isn’t he afraid of convicting the Empress?”
Helian Beiming said indifferently, “Maybe they don’t care anymore.”
Yu Shaoqing frowned. “What do you mean?”
Helian Beiming paused and said, “Keep an eye on Sister-in-law and Ah Wan. If anything happens, bring them away in time.”
Yu Shaoqing said, “Why? Are you worried that the Little Princess will start a massacre?”
Helian Beiming said, “A rabbit will bite when it’s anxious. That woman has already gone crazy. Who knows what she’ll do if she loses?”
If Nangong Yan lost, she would lose everything, but Nangong Yan had never thought that she would lose. They were the ones who cheated in the first round. There were not so many accidents after that.
“Why? Are you afraid?” Nangong Yan said sarcastically.
“Eldest Princess?” The censor urged Madam Jiang and the others.
Yue Gou, who was as strong as an ox, took a step forward with a cold expression.
Nangong Yan’s eyebrows twitched. She gripped the armrest of her seat tightly and said, “Wait!”
The censor turned to look at her. “What’s wrong, Little Princess?”
Nangong Yan looked at Yue Gou, who could send the State Preceptor flying with a punch, and said coldly, “You’re not allowed to use martial arts in this round.”
Sorcerers were the same as Gu Masters. They were not martial artists, so there were no restrictions on martial arts in the previous competitions. However, since the Little Princess had spoken, and since there was a previous lesson, the three dukes naturally would not reject the Little Princess’s request.
The censor said seriously, “Alright, other than sorcery, you’re not allowed to use anything else in this round.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Gou moved to the side and grinned, revealing his white teeth! Behind him, the thin old man who could be blown away by a gust of wind slowly walked out.
With this old body, the State Preceptor in his prime could beat him until he cried with his bare hands!
Nangong Yan was furious!
What kind of fellows were these? Why were they so cunning!!!
It was not that Nangong Yan did not believe in the State Preceptor’s strength, but if there was a more convenient way, she would naturally not choose the one with a higher risk. However, it was too late to say anything now. She was the one who had asked for this rule to be added. She couldn’t go back on her word.
Nangong Yan gave the State Preceptor a look.
The State Preceptor understood.
What Nangong Yan meant was that there was no need to show mercy.
In fact, the State Preceptor had never considered showing mercy to these fellows, especially this priest of the Ghost Clan. He had once been a huge problem for his master when he was still alive. Although his master had defeated him, it had been an unfair victory. This had always been a regret in his master’s heart.
He believed that this regret would no longer exist today.
The old man walked to the middle of the altar and stopped three steps away from the State Preceptor. His wrinkled eyes emitted an elite and sharp light.
“Is Yuwen Zhao your master?” The old man asked.
“It’s my master,” the State Preceptor said.
The old man nodded. “Coincidentally, you’ll pay back what he owed me back then.”
The State Preceptor said disdainfully, “Don’t be too sure. It’s not certain who will win.”
“Don’t you know your own worth? Even your master isn’t my match, so there’s no need to mention it.” The old man had always been quiet. Today, he had finished speaking for the entire year. “Alright, let’s start.”
Just as the old man was about to take a seat, the State Preceptor took a few steps forward and whispered into his ear, “Priest, don’t forget your goal for leaving the Ghost Clan back then. The King of the Ghost Clan ordered you to bring the Eldest Princess back, not help her ascend the throne.”
