Chapter 675: Flashy Xu Dad, Online Flying Kiss

In Tianluo Chang, inside a certain ordinary private room.

"Ah—"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

"That Luo Yin guy, I'll never share the same sky with him!"

"And that opportunist Zhao Fang—if it weren't for me and Luo Yin ending up mutually wounded, how could the championship have slipped into his hands?"

"The duck that was already in the bag... wait, the cooked duck that was about to be mine... uh, what was that saying again?"

"Ah—"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Mu Zixi was tugging at her double ponytails, bouncing wildly on the sofa.

She had been eliminated! In the previous match, it came down to just three players left. The championship had seemed within easy reach, but suddenly that Luo Yin at Xiantian peak went berserk, locking onto her and fighting desperately without regard for his life. In the end, after they both suffered heavy losses, another guy with less strength swooped in and snatched the win. How could this young girl not be furious?

"I'm so angry, so angry..."

The sofa was getting stomped flat as Mu Zixi rolled around on it, making all sorts of incoherent noises.

"Well, at least you verified that technique of yours, right?"

Mo Mo watched the girl throwing a tantrum on the sofa and smiled. "Was that Jieyu or something? How could someone at Xiantian have that kind of spatial power?"

"Wuuu, it's the world origin..."

Mu Zixi was never very guarded around her own people. In her eyes, anyone close to Xu Xiaoshou was basically trustworthy. Besides, compared to the secret of the world origin, the fact that Mo Mo was hosting a ghost beast was a much bigger secret anyway. So, she figured it was fine to talk about it.

"That final world force looked like Jieyu, but it wasn't exactly." Mu Zixi flipped over and kicked her short legs into the air toward the void. "It's from the world source point of Bai Ku. I swallowed it and refined it until now, and I've finally figured out a bit of how to use it. It might not look like Jieyu, but compared to an ordinary Wangzuo Jieyu, it's just that the Dao rhyme isn't as rich—its power, though... hmm, it's quite impressive."

Mo Mo nodded in agreement.

She had been watching the match from the private room and was quite curious about the "Jieyu" force that Mu Zixi had unleashed at the last moment, which had stirred up the crowd.

"World source point, huh?"

Without dwelling on it, Mo Mo changed the subject. "Losing this round isn't a big deal. You can just enter the next one. But you need to watch out for that Luo Yin—he seems to have his eye on you."

"That Luo Yin..."

Mu Zixi gritted her teeth, still baffled as to why he had turned into a mad dog and attacked her at the end.

Mo Mo looked worried. "Luo Yin is no simple opponent. His Lingji aren't something an ordinary background could produce. And his physical strength is the strongest I've seen, aside from Xu Xiaoshou."

"Is he also a Zongshi body?" Mu Zixi wrinkled her delicate nose.

"Probably not a Zongshi body, but it's definitely some extremely special Lingti, or possibly... a Shengti!" Mo Mo pondered as she spoke. "Based on his physical endurance, even if it's not a Zongshi body, it has the power of one."

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of him." Mu Zixi pouted.

"But in the next round, he's likely to show up, so you should be extra cautious. It's best to let other competitors wear him down first, then blast him out of the arena." Mo Mo offered a reminder.

"I won't!" Mu Zixi lifted her chin defiantly, full of pride. "I've already got a handle on the world origin's power. In the next round, I'll use spatial force to send him packing... no, to blast him to death!"

"Better safe than sorry." Mo Mo smiled serenely.

Truth be told, she envied and liked Mu Zixi's personality. At first, it hadn't struck her much, but the more she interacted with the girl, the more she appreciated her nature. Mu Zixi was like a little sister, with a unique persistence from her own small world—a kind of stubbornness that others might see as unwise. But because of that special earnestness, from another angle, it was also adorably charming.

"Get ready—it's about to start." Mo Mo checked the time and glanced toward the window.

The window in the second-floor private room wasn't large; it only offered a view of the final ring and a bit of the southern area, but the soundproofing was impeccable.

Although no outside noise could penetrate, as soon as Mo Mo turned her head, she caught sight of the audience seats suddenly erupting in unexpected excitement.

"What's going on?" She was surprised.

What was happening? The match hadn't even begun, so why was the audience getting so riled up?

"Mo Mo, look—over there!"

Just then, Mu Zixi pointed to a spot on the upper left corner of the window, a glowing screen, and cried out in astonishment.

Mo Mo turned with a puzzled expression and looked over, but the screen was partially obscured, so she couldn't see everything clearly.

From her knowledge of "Tianluo Zhan," she knew this was the special glowing screen for popular contestants before each match. It displayed the contestant's portrait, basic info, and a brief introduction to draw the audience's attention.

Generally, this perk was reserved for the top championship candidates from previous rounds.

But now...

On the glowing screen descending from the sky, their private room only showed a glimpse: the chin of a young man with a bit of stubble, not the full picture. However, the introduction clearly read "Bansheng successor," giving a hint.

Combining that with Mu Zixi's reaction...

"Xu Xiao... Xu Shao?" Mo Mo was taken aback, somewhat doubtful.

"It has to be him!"

Mu Zixi's eyes were fixed intently. "Look at that chin—can't you tell it's him?"

Mo Mo was stunned. "Just from the chin? Didn't he disguise himself?"

"Exactly!"

Mu Zixi's big eyes didn't even blink. "Look at the stubble—762 points of it, a perfect match. Haven't you counted them?"

Mo Mo: ???

In Tianluo Chang, the atmosphere was electric, like a roaring wave.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready with your screams?!"

"Tonight, let's welcome the most, most, most, most, most heavyweight guest contestant—making a grand entrance!!!"

With the hoster's ear-splitting shout, eight glowing screens plummeted from the sky.

They all displayed the same image: a handsome young man with a touch of stubble, smirking in a way that seemed roguishly charming and wild.

Whoosh—

The moment the screens dropped, the audience erupted in cheers, as this signaled another Tianluo Zhan was about to begin.

But the next second, recalling the hoster's unusually emphatic opening and seeing the same young man on all eight screens, everyone was baffled.

"The most, most, most, most, most heavyweight guest... five 'mosts'—who is this?"

"Wait, isn't it six?"

"You're the one who's hard of hearing—it's four!"

"No, it's five, you bunch of deaf folks."

"Damn, are you all crazy? Four, five, six—who cares? The point is, what's this guy's background? One person hogging all eight screens? And he's a stranger—where are our other championship candidates? Who is he?"

"Yeah, exactly! Where's Luo Yin? Wasn't he suspected to be from Taixu World Family?"

"The eight screens should be for the eight hottest candidates, right? But even Luo Yin the muscle tyrant and Mu the little attacker didn't make it— what a big shot this guy is! So what if he's handsome? Who does he think he is?"

"Yeah, yeah! Where's my double-ponytail violent little loli? Damn it, I bet on her to win this round, and Luo Yin even backed out—who the hell crawled out of which armpit for this?"

"Pfft, uncultured swine—it's not 'armpit,' it's 'nook and cranny'..."

"Shut your mouth, you son of a—get over here, Sun, and shut up!"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

"What the hell are you farting about? I'll shove a meat whip down your throat if you don't believe me... damn it!"

"Uh, meat... what?"

The scene descended into chaos.

This was the first time since Tianluo Zhan started that all eight screens were dedicated to a single person.

And crucially, he was a complete stranger. The die-hard fans in the audience had followed every match from the beginning, yet none recognized this young man.

In this sea of confusion, even newcomers who didn't know the rules had their curiosity piqued.

As the eight screens fully revealed that arrogant face— a single glance seeming to invite hatred—the text began to scroll.

"... Xu, De, Ye?"

Someone read it out slowly, word by word, then their face fell.

"Xu De Ye... hmm? Xu Daddy?"

"Damn, what kind of ridiculous name is that? I want to withdraw! Is this guy messing with us? Who names themselves like that?"

"Demand real-name verification! He's here to sabotage, right? Are all our other big shots just decorations? Making us call him 'daddy'?"

"Get him out! His grandma, we need to beat him into a pulp!"

"Grandpa here will make him grow grass—turn him into a vegetable, damn it!"

Some hot-tempered folks, after reading those first three characters, were raging and ready to storm the temporary registration entrance to pummel this Xu De Ye.

But the next moment, just as they were about to leap over the barriers, they all froze.

"Stop!"

"Hold on!"

"Don't move yet—look, what's that... Xu De Ye, Bansheng successor?!"

"That's it? The intro's that simple—I've never seen one like this before, but... oh my god, is he really from a Bansheng World Family background? A Bansheng heir?"

"Holy shit, is this for real? If he's lying, Tianluo Chang wouldn't allow it—this is an official event; they can't be in on it, right?"

"... Or maybe Tianluo Chang got tricked?"

"Think straight! Tianluo Chang is the only place authorized by Shengshen Hall to distribute Wangcheng Trial spots—they wouldn't get fooled!"

"That's true, but Xu De Ye, Bansheng successor?"

"His granny, turns out he's a real 'daddy'!"

"Blown away."

Everyone quietly pulled back their legs from the barriers, not daring to act rashly.

It seemed this guy, who single-handedly overshadowed all the championship candidates and suspected Taixu World Family heirs, had genuine clout.

A Bansheng successor...

"I'm impressed with this lineup. I gotta bet on him to lose!"

"Someone, get me a hundred Lingjing on this Xu guy losing, and then a thousand on him winning the championship... all in!"

"... Uh, you're bold! I'll throw in three hundred Lingjing on him for champion."

"Little loli, wuuu, I'm sorry—I have to bet on my daddy to win... a real daddy, a Bansheng successor!"

Bansheng successor.

Those four words set the entire venue ablaze.

Amid the tsunami-like cheers, the gamblers' frenzy knew no bounds.

No need to meet him, no need to doubt—just seeing those four words from the officials almost guaranteed him the championship.

A Bansheng?

In the entire Shengshen Continent, they were like divine beings.

Even if this heir was just a playboy out for fun, could he lose face to a Taixu World Family?

In other words, just based on "Bansheng successor," which competitor in the arena would dare not give him respect?

Was face more important, or life?

"Ladies and gentlemen—"

The hoster, with sheer force of will, overpowered the chaotic crowd with his hoarse roar: "For the first time since Tianluo Zhan began, we have a Bansheng successor—Xu De Ye!"

"He's the star of this match; everyone else is just a side act. You get it—I'm not exaggerating; I'm just stating the facts..."

"Now, let's give a warm welcome to Xu De Ye and his entourage of side acts!"

The venue, which should have erupted in even louder cheers, suddenly felt a bit awkward.

"Did the hoster get kidnapped? Why's he so biased this time? What happened to him?"

"Someone must have swapped his script—who hypes like that?"

"Whatever, I'll bet first out of respect—this time, all in!"

"Wait, doesn't this feel off? Tianluo Chang is hyping him so much—did they think we'd bet on Xu Daddy?"

"What if they pull some official collusion, rig the match, and screw us over?"

"They wouldn't dare! We'd report it straight to Shengshen Hall!"

"True..."

"Roar, roar, charge!"

Regardless, as the contestants entered from various resting areas in response to the hoster's call, the venue finally exploded with another wave of cheers.

"Xu De Ye, Xu De Ye, Xu De Ye..."

As the chants echoed, colorful confetti rained down from the sky.

Then, a young man landed with dramatic flair, casually riding a black sword—utterly showy and unashamedly attention-seeking.

He was so flamboyant!

And he was the only one who didn't walk out from the resting area; he flew in.

Facing the crowd of burly men below, he even controlled his black sword to descend slowly while blowing kisses to all sides, spreading the affection evenly.

The crowd cheered even louder.

Compared to the tough guys in the arena, this fellow was fair-skinned and delicate.

A Bansheng World Family heir being this shameless and full of tricks was beyond everyone's expectations.

Whistles filled the air, though no one quite knew what these burly men were getting excited about.

"Xu De Ye, Xu De Ye, Xu De Ye..."

The cheers rolled like waves at first, rhythmic and unified.

They were still somewhat presentable.

But soon, as the rhythm faltered, the chants started to twist.

"Xu Daddy, Xu Daddy, Xu Daddy..."

"Hmm?"

"Xu De Ye, Xu De Ye... Xu Daddy, Xu Daddy..."

"Hmm?"

"Damn, you can't read that name as one word!"