Chapter 2498
“You know him?" Qusai asked puzzledly.Têxt ? N?velDrama.Org.
"Mhm.” James nodded and said, “He''s Lucifer Menachem, the only surviving bloodline of the Grand Emperor and the Young Master of the Hadean
n. I fought against him once on Earth.”
Henrik asked smilingly, “You must have won, I assume?”
James nodded and said, "Yes, but barely. I almost lost, in fact. Because of that battle, Lucifer promised me that the Demon Race and the beasts
would not attack Earth and the earthlings for ten thousand years.
As he said that, Lucifer turned to look in his direction as if sensing his presence.
James smiled at him as a form of greeting.
Various prodigies and ns of the Three Dimensions were gathered here. Even the Azurean n was present. However, their Patriarch was not
present as he had already left with Maxine to search for a Yogacara in the vast universe.
Seeing that almost everyone was there, Txomin looked at the crowd and sped his fists. “Brielle Labhrann, a member of the Labhranns’ Mortal
Dimension, is holding a martial art tournament to choose her husband. Allow me to extend my sincerest greetings to everyone present here today. As
long as you''re below the age of one hundred, you''re more than wee to participate in this tournament.
"As we have many participants here today, Brielle would be greatly exhausted if she had to fight against everyone. How about this? We''ll hold a
tournament to determine the top ten. As long as you''re in the top ten, you''ll be given the right to fight against Brielle. If you defeat her, you''ll obtain the
right to marry her.”
Txomin''s voice boomed.
Many prodigies were waiting in anticipation
Putting the marriage aside, getting into the top ten would get them acknowledged as the most distinguished fighters in the Demon Realm. By showing
their potential, they might even be chosen to be the Inner Disciples of powerful figures. Should thate to pass, they would certainly rise as great
fighters themselves.
Lucifer had no objections whatsoever. He only came at Tigranes’ request. Besides, the Demon Realm was his headquarters. As his father was once
the Patriarch of the Hadean n, he believed the n belonged to him. Now, however, the n remained in Tigranes’ possession, and his primary
objective was to read the situation and make preparations to seize back his position as the Patriarch. He could not care less about the engagement.
Txomin continued, “The tournament will be held in the Divine Dimension. In the Divine Dimension, there''s a restricted area called the Great Dividing
Range, in which there''s a ce called the Demon Abyss. A mysterious divine object called the Demonic Spiritual Herb grows there. The rules of this
tournament are simple. Find the Demonic Spiritual Herb and retrieve it, and you win.
Hearing this, the participants from the Divine Dimension furrowed their eyebrows.
Tigranes nzed at Txomin and
furrowed hiseyebrows, saying, "Are
we really going to organize the
tournament at the Great Dividing?
Range? A Are they really going to
search for the Demonic Spiritual
Herb?"
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"Why? Is there a problem?” Txomin asked.
Tigranes said, "It''s a restricted area of the Demon Realm. Even cultivators at the Divine Rank might not return, let alone those who''ve barely reached
the Sage Rank
Txomin said; “Brielle Labhrann
possesses extraordinary potential;
and she needs a husband worthy of
her. If:you''re blessed by the ~
Heavenly Path, you might return
safely. If you''re afraid of dying, don’t
go."
Hearing this, Tigranes fell silent.
Txomin locked at the crowd and said, “You might die on your way to the Great Dividing Range. If you''re afraid of dying, simply don’t go. Otherwise,
feel free to try your luck.”
His voice boomed.
In the distance, James asked, “What''s the Great Dividing Range?”
Qusai shook his head. As he was not from the Demon Realm, he did not know what it was.
Henrik saidIt''s a restricted area of
the Divine Dimension that''s full of
danger-As for the specifics, I don''t
really “now either. I just know that
evera Quasi-Emperor might lose his
life-there.”
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Hearing this, James took a deep breath.
If even a Quasi-Emperor could lose his life, he would perish in just a few minutes.
There was no way he would go.