Chapter 66: Zhu Rong's Duel

  When Ling Wei spoke the last word to Zi Wei, she stepped into the transmission array without looking back. The slender figure was so majestic that it made people dare not have evil thoughts, but a feeling of fear. The few people who stayed behind to see her off silently sighed in the twilight.

  Those words kept echoing in Ziwei's ears: From now on, no matter what happens, anything, before you grow up, don't say it has something to do with home, even if you die, there won't be anyone else coming to help you. If you die, someone will replace you. The future you is yours, not the Zi family's.

  Ziwei initially felt a sour taste in her heart after hearing this sentence, but after thinking carefully, it wasn't that kind of meaning.

  The sun sets in the west, Ziwei and his group bid farewell to Dugu Wuhen, the principal of the academy, and they are about to return to the college to prepare for the upcoming College Level Competition.

  Among them, many people are optimistic about Ziwei, but there are still many people who can compete with Ziwei's strength, so they must work hard and strive again.

  Upon arriving at the academy, this group of people was undoubtedly the most dazzling focal point. The popular and flourishing Ziwie, with her numerous identities added together, was an object of envy and desire for everyone to interact with, especially those women who thought they had some charm and wanted to climb into the upper echelons, were even more eager to throw themselves into Ziwie's arms.

  But in Ziwie's arms there was a kitten, and on her shoulders a white-striped tiger, with many beauties around her, each one capable of overthrowing a city or a country, how could these ordinary women be allowed to show off their coquettish charm.

  Under the shining of the magic lamp, they are so dazzling that everyone is amazed.

  A man in a two-striped uniform said: Such people, magical bodies, eight-star war souls, where can they be found? Not even one in many generations. But in our generation, not only did all of them come out, but also put these two abnormal physiques on the head of one person. Isn't this just to make our generation forever unable to hold their heads up?

  Yes, with such people holding us back, how can we stand out? Cultivate well and don't think too much. What's meant to be ours is ours, what's not meant to be ours isn't. Don't think too much, or you'll end up with nothing.

  Suddenly, a man in white appeared in front of Ziwie, dressed in the standard attire of a young master, holding a literary fan in his hand, elegant and refined.

  A white-clad man and Ziwei's black-clad collided together, forming a striking contrast that attracted many people to stop and watch.

  That white-clothed man was the one who, at that time in the Academy, during the second trial, had been directed by Ruan Yuanshan to use the Tathagata Divine Palm for the final blow, and only Zi Wei and those two people had caught it.

  The white-clothed man also had a considerable number of followers, both male and female, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Zi Wei. At first glance, it was clear that this white-clothed man was no ordinary person.

  That man in white said: Young master's luck is really great, so many people actually couldn't kill you, it's truly formidable.

  Ziwei's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "I don't know who you are," she said, "but how dare you say such things? Don't you know that this is a matter of losing one's head?"

  That man in white clothes laughed loudly: Haha, lose my head? Who dares to say that to me in this world? Even Dugu Unbeatable in the city of Dugu didn't dare to touch me.

  Zi Wei shouted: You scoundrel, looking for death!

  A solid slap was slapped over, but it was lightly blocked by the man.

  Zi Wei was shocked, this person's strength was very strong, he couldn't sense it at all, and was only slightly higher than his own, not lower.

  Young master, do not get angry, even if you are standing in front of me, I still dare to say this. You alone have occupied the two major places of Tianxing City and Luori Forest, the perfect continent of the future, half of which will be under your control. And I, am just that insignificant Zhurong small city. Alas.

  Ziwei thought to herself: No wonder, it turns out that he's from the Zhurong family. I've heard that their family has produced a Fire God Body, and it should be this person.

  Zi Wei burst out laughing and said: So it's Zhu Rong Bo Gongzi of the Zhu Rong family, nice to meet you...

  Several people behind Ziwei's back were shocked at the same time, and their eyes involuntarily revealed a hostile gaze. Even if it was Jixun Bin, his family was still one of the big families in Zhurong City, but what the Zhurong family looked like, he knew better than anyone else. It can also be said that when he just met the man in white, he had already recognized him.

  Haha, fortunate for you to have heard of me under your roof, what a rare occurrence.

  Hehe, this is what you should know. You've made me suffer so much, how can I let others live comfortably?

  In an instant, a formless killing aura burst out from around the two of them like a shockwave, causing the people around them to tense up in their hearts, feeling that something was about to happen.

  Ziwei's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the killing intent that was not natural to him burst out, making the people around him feel extremely shocked. At the same time, Zhu Rongbo was also shocked - how many of his own slaves had this person killed? Why did such a weak killing intent make him tremble with fear?

  However, Zhu Rongbo's own killing intent was also very heavy. At the time when he learned that he was the Fire God Body in their home, he was not yet an imperial prince and was unanimously promoted to the position of Young Master by the city master of this generation, as well as the older generations, and the Immortal Realm, Divine Realm, etc. It was very tragic, the original young master could only serve as a production tool for the next generation, leaving behind the best bloodline for the next generation's successor.

  The Zhurong family attaches great importance to this Fire God Body, and has specially dispatched two old-generation hidden guards as his personal bodyguards to prevent any accidents from happening to him. Because he is the best candidate for the future confrontation with the Purple House's Eight-Star War Soul Body, that is, Ziwei. Otherwise, within tens of thousands of years, the Zhurong family will be very passive, and if so, the entire family will regret it too late.

  It is said that the Fire God Body is also one of the Five Elements God Bodies, but the Eight Star War Soul Body is different from them. The Five Elements God Bodies are all at the level of Seven Star War Souls and cannot surpass seven to enter the rank of eight stars. Because the Eight Star Soul is a creation of heaven, how can it be created by humans?

  And the magical body is also the strongest physique in magic, and the seven systems of magic also have seven strongest physiques, called the demon god body. Their innate elemental affinity is unimaginably high, so they basically don't need to cultivate, and can reach heights that people find hard to surpass.

  Zhurong Boda: Young Master, I've come today for another matter. In three days, let's have a spar on the Floating Mist Mountain in the rear city.

  As soon as the words fell, a declaration of war landed in Ziwu's hands. The person had already gone far away. This was an inevitable war that had to be fought.

  Ziwei's eyes flashed with a cold light... and burned away the unread duel notice.

  Clicks sought, recommendations sought, collections sought...... Today is a friend's birthday, drank a lot of wine, headache...... That's all for now, great gods, rest early.