Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 330 Unruly Melee!

Before even stepping into the square, Li Qingyuan and his group could already see the dense crowd from afar.

The sky and the ground were filled with figures, as if all the cultivators in the northern part of Zhongzhou had come out in droves to witness this historic moment.

Today's spectacle is even more magnificent than yesterday's!

Clearly, news of the "hammer test conference" has spread like wildfire, attracting the attention of countless people.

Seeing this grand scene, Tong Mufeng couldn't hide his smile, thinking to himself, "It's good that it's lively..."

He quickened his pace, and Li Qingyuan and the others followed closely behind. Soon, the group arrived at the Xuan Tie Platform in the center of the square.

The purple-gold hammer lay quietly on the black iron platform, its purple-gold light shimmering in the morning light, creating a dazzling array of colors, like a treasure from the celestial realm, inspiring endless imagination.

The surrounding crowd had now formed a tight encirclement, completely surrounding the more than seven hundred cultivators.

These cultivators were the outstanding individuals who passed yesterday's hammer test. Some stood, some sat, and their expressions varied, but their eyes all gleamed with a desire for the Purple Gold Hammer.

There seemed to be an invisible boundary between the crowd and these cultivators, clearly separating them.

Tong Mufeng looked around and saw that the commotion in the crowd was getting more and more intense. With a thought, he released a faint aura of imperial power.

Although the pressure wasn't intense, it was enough to make everyone present feel an inexplicable pressure.

Immediately, the commotion in the crowd subsided, and everyone held their breath, ready to listen to Tong Mufeng's announcement.

"Gentlemen, the competition officially begins today to determine the ultimate owner of the Purple Gold Hammer!"

Tong Mufeng's voice, clear and powerful, echoed in every corner of the square.

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No sooner had he finished speaking than a cultivator stepped forward and asked loudly:

"Old Master Tong, how will the competition be conducted today? Does the buyer intend to fight all seven hundred of these people by himself?"

"Hey, that's a great suggestion!"

Upon hearing this, Tong Mufeng smiled with great enthusiasm.

"Let's do it this day! A chaotic free-for-all... The last cultivator left in the plaza gets the Purple-Gold Hammer!"

"Wow—"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!

"Playing this high? A no-holds-barred free-for-all?"

"If everyone goes around attacking the buyer in a relay or ganging up on him, and the buyer loses or dies, won't the Purple Gold Hammer be left without an owner?"

"Yes, if it's unclaimed, it will naturally be given to the victor for free! But where does that buyer get the confidence to fight against the strongest men in the world?"

"..."

Immediately, discussions arose.

No one expected that today's competition would be so exciting and so unpredictable.

After all, even the most powerful cultivator would find it difficult to escape unscathed when faced with a relentless attack and encirclement by over seven hundred cultivators.

At this moment, no one believed that the buyer had the strength to challenge all seven hundred-plus cultivators present!

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After a long while, one of the cultivators in the crowd finally couldn't contain himself any longer and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Old Tong, we've been talking for so long, but we haven't even seen a trace of the buyer! Why don't you come out and show us?"

"Exactly! The buyer is hiding like this, what's going on? The situation is dire, why aren't they showing up..."

These words immediately drew a chorus of agreement from those around him, with shouts rising and falling like a surging tide.

Tong Mufeng smiled and said:

"Hehe, everyone, don't be impatient, we'll see you soon."

Then, his gaze slowly shifted to the old ox beside him, the meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer—

It's your turn to perform!

The old ox didn't hesitate and turned to walk towards the purple-gold hammer on the black iron platform.

As he drew near, he slowly extended a thick arm and firmly grasped the hammer handle with his large hand.

In an instant, golden light flowed across his palm, and veins bulged, as if containing boundless power.

With a slight exertion of his strength, the heavy purple-gold hammer, weighing over 108,000 jin, was lifted in his hand as easily as a feather.

It was clear that he had a calm expression and his movements were extremely relaxed and effortless!

The old ox held the hammer in one hand and swung it around casually a few times. The purple-gold hammer seemed to come alive in his hand, moving according to his will.

Then, he didn't put down the gold hammer; he just held it in his hand, playing with it carefully, as if no one else was around.

His fingers gently stroked the hammer, his eyes filled with love and fascination, as if nothing in the world could compare to the purple-gold hammer in his hand!

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At this moment, the old ox's black clothes, worn without wind, fluttered and rustled, along with his dazzling golden hair and his imposing physique that stood a full ten feet tall...

Bathed in the morning light, it resembles a warrior wielding a hammer, exuding an unparalleled aura. It possesses a majestic presence that can overwhelm all enemies in the world, inspiring awe in all who behold it!

The entire arena fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the tall, mysterious figure in the center of the arena as if by a magnet, their shock palpable.

Amidst the astonishment, a deep sense of fear arose involuntarily in my heart, as I felt that this person was unfathomable and far beyond my ability to defeat!

Several cultivators were even intimidated by the old ox's overwhelming aura and involuntarily took two steps back.

But seeing the sarcastic looks from those around him, his face flushed red. He dared not look directly at the old ox again, afraid that he might accidentally show his fear and be ridiculed!

This suffocating calm lasted for several breaths.

Then, an extreme uproar suddenly erupted from the crowd, the noise sweeping over like a raging storm.

The surrounding monks had differing opinions and were discussing the newly appeared blond man—the buyer.

"My God, who exactly is this blond man? His strength is terrifying!"

"No wonder he was so confident that he could defeat them all in one battle; he really has real skills!"

"This person is extremely dangerous; we've probably bitten off more than we can chew today..."

Undeniably, everyone agrees that the old ox's strength is unfathomable and extremely dangerous!

No wonder he dared to be so confident, wanting to challenge the entire field by himself!

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