Chapter 538: Gathering of Evil
To Saint Gore,
the name Ling Zhan was far from unfamiliar.
He'd heard it countless times from his two younger cousins.
Moreover…
he'd never seen his cousins so fixated on a man before.
From childhood, Saint Gore had witnessed countless suitors turned away by this pair of sisters.
Now, to see them actively approach a man was unprecedented.
Naturally, Saint Gore took time to thoroughly investigate Ling Zhan's background and other relevant details.
His final conclusion was: a perfect match, absolutely perfect.
Although Ling Zhan was just a commoner, his strength and potential far surpassed all his peers!
Especially in the Beast Battle Tournament, where he created a legend as the first non-specialist double champion!
If Saint Luni or Saint Lucy were to end up with Ling Zhan, it would be a tremendous benefit for the Holy Light Empire!
Even if Ling Zhan wasn't willing to become an imperial consort, it didn't matter.
As long as they were together, if the Holy Light Empire ever faced a crisis, Ling Zhan would not stand by idly, considering his wife was the Empress of the Holy Light Empire.
Right now, the international community agreed that Ling Zhan's future was incredibly bright.
He was no longer restricted by his identity as a non-specialist.
With this in mind, Saint Gore had already accepted that Ling Zhan would be his future brother-in-law.
In fact…
he'd even offered his sisters advice during his downtime, creating a PPT filled with strategies for capturing a man's heart.
He could tell…
Saint Luni's interest in Ling Zhan wasn't romantic but more of a pathological obsession and desire.
He knew that the eldest princess had two divine wills battling within her, leading to her erratic temperament.
So, when she fixated on someone or something, she absolutely had to possess it.
As for Saint Lucy…
this girl genuinely liked that guy, Ling Zhan.
Her room was filled with various detailed photos of Ling Zhan and custom-made pillows with his image.
The photos, of course, were captured frame-by-frame by official photographers during the Beast Battle Tournament using high-tech cameras.
And the pillows…
Well.
countless pillow vendors online now sold Ling Zhan pillows in their stores.
And, surprisingly, sales were exceptionally high!
Most of the buyers were women.
Though…
a few were men.
At this moment,
Saint Gore hadn't expected his sister to face so many romantic rivals.
If her rivals were unattractive or had poor figures, he wouldn't be concerned.
But the problem was…
one of them was Li Chaoge!
A heavenly prodigy whose looks and charisma didn't lose to Saint Luni at all.
Beside her was the nine-tailed sky fox, a stunning beauty among beauties.
His sister duo had no advantage here.
For the sake of the Holy Light Empire,
Saint Gore felt it was necessary to step in.
Faced with Saint Gore's sharp question,
Ling Zhan shook his head, not wanting this farce to continue.
He gently shook his arms.
Li Chaoge huffed softly, releasing his arm, her face turning red as she shot him a glare.
This guy…
couldn't he be gentler about letting go?
Her chest hurt from the jolt.
As for Saint Luni…
she didn't make a sound but shot Ling Zhan a flirtatious glance.
"I choose no one."
After this simple reply to Saint Gore,
Ling Zhan turned and left without a backward glance.
"Damn… he can hold back?"
"Impressive! If it were me, I'd have taken both!"
"And that's why you're not Captain Ling…"
"Boring, they didn't even fight."
"Right, I came here to see a showdown, but instead, it turned into a love triangle, so disappointing!"
"Correction, it's a love square. Add Saint Luni's sister to the mix."
"Damn! First day of envying Captain Ling..."
"..."
The crowd was buzzing with comments.
But most were disappointed.
Originally, this should have been an intense welcome event.
Instead, it turned out like this.
"Don't worry, as long as the Ling God still wants to compete, this matter won't just fade away."
"Just wait and see."
Someone confidently reassured the crowd.
Don't forget…
Ling Zhan's character.
If he wanted to achieve something, he'd find a way to make it happen.
All the spectators had to do was wait.
......
......
On an unclaimed island thousands of miles away,
several young figures appeared.
Ten people in total.
Five men and five women.
They were…
the holy sons and daughters of the Demon Arrival Organization.
the holy son and daughter of the Dark Church.
two successors to the Demon's Envoy.
the Blood Prince and Blood Princess of the Bloodhammer Guild.
and…
the two "Dream Whisperers" of the "Night's Whisper" organization, which had recently remained low-profile.
Ten prodigies in total.
All in their early twenties.
All at level 99.
Each had battled level 100 opponents and survived, though they were defeated.
It's said that these individuals were considered invincible below level 100.
But when it comes to comparisons, there will always be the strong and the weak.
These people had never sparred with each other, so no one knew the ranking of these prodigies from evil organizations.
The only certainty was…
if they truly fought, there would be only two outcomes.
Life or death.
Peaceful sparring didn't exist.
Each was twisted to the core, so peaceful sparring?
Not a chance.
The holy son and daughter of the Demon Arrival Organization seemed the most normal among them.
With exceptional looks and charisma, they resembled heirs of a noble family.
Meanwhile, the two heirs of the Bloodhammer Guild included a four-armed, one-eyed brute and a woman with a stitched, eerie half-face.
The Demon's Envoy… included a Blood Demon King and a Succubus Queen.
The male and female from the Night's Whisper organization each had black wings and wore bird-beak masks.
By this count…
indeed, only the holy son and daughter of the Demon Arrival Organization appeared normal.
But was that truly the case?
"Everyone, long time no see. I've missed you," said the holy son of the Demon Arrival Organization with a smile.
His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze.
Without prior knowledge, it would be hard to believe he was the holy son of the Demon Arrival Organization.
"I'm sure everyone is aware of the purpose of this upcoming deathmatch?"
The holy son of the Demon Arrival Organization spoke with a smile.
The others remained silent.
Of course, they knew.
The goal was to kill that recently emerging non-specialist.