Chapter 208: The Holy Land Successor is Actually a Man-Hater? (2)

A massive Profound Nether Dharma Image condensed behind her. The Dharma Image seemed to be made of deep blue profound ice, holding twin rings and emitting a coldness that froze the Soul.

"Profound Nether Holy Son Art, Ice-Sealing the Universe!"

Nangong Wan formed hand seals, and the Profound Nether Dharma Image moved accordingly. The twin rings overlapped, drawing in the majestic Profound Nether cold Qi and turning it into a massive deep blue ice storm to meet Ji Siyu’s upcoming sword beam.

Ji Siyu didn’t waste any more words and simply made a swipe with her fingers.

A cold sword beam similar to the one that defeated Jian Chen shot through the air, but the Dao rhythm flowing on it seemed more restrained, and that extreme coldness seemed capable of freezing time and space.

The sword beam and the ice storm collided fiercely!

"Crack! Boom!"

There was no world-shaking explosion, only a tooth-aching sound of freezing and shattering.

To everyone’s astonishment, Nangong Wan’s seemingly powerful Profound Nether ice storm was split in half by the sword beam the moment they touched, the frozen cold Qi shattering like fragile glass.

The sword beam was unstoppable, striking directly at the Profound Nether Dharma Image.

"Pfft!"

The Dharma Image let out a mournful cry and instantly dissipated.

Nangong Wan felt as if she had been heavily struck; she spat out a mouthful of blood, and her delicate body flew backward like a falling leaf, her Aura instantly becoming chaotic.

Another single strike!

And it was still a crushing victory!

The square fell into a dead silence once again, so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Everyone was intimidated by Ji Siyu’s overwhelmingly powerful strength.

Jian Chen couldn’t take one strike, and Nangong Wan, who was even stronger, also couldn’t take one strike.

This future successor’s strength was simply unfathomable.

However, just when everyone thought Nangong Wan would be heartlessly rejected like Jian Chen.

Ji Siyu on the high platform spoke indifferently: "You may be my follower."

What?

Everyone was stunned, thinking they had misheard.

Nangong Wan, who was defeated, was actually chosen?

Nangong Wan herself was also stunned. Clutching her chest, she looked at Ji Siyu in disbelief.

Ji Siyu did not explain, turning her gaze to the others: "Next."

The subsequent challenges further confirmed a certain suspicion in everyone’s hearts.

Three Holy Sons came forward to challenge in succession, each with impressive strength.

But under Ji Siyu’s seemingly eternally unchanging single strike, without exception, they all suffered defeat, and not one of them gained the qualification to become a follower.

Until the second Saintess came forward to challenge. She similarly could not take one strike from Ji Siyu and was defeated, but Ji Siyu spoke again: "You, also."

Now, everyone understood.

"Only choosing women? Senior Brother Jian Chen and the others weren’t chosen after losing, but Senior Sister Nangong and Senior Sister Hu were chosen after losing?"

"Could it be that this successor is a man-hater?"

"Highly likely! Look at her from her appearance until now; which male Disciple has she even looked at directly? Even when Holy Son Gu Chen and Holy Son Jian Chen took the initiative to show goodwill, she coldly rejected them."

"Treating men with no courtesy and only accepting female followers, it seems she really is a man-hater!"

"Tsk tsk, such a peerless Fairy actually has no interest in men. I really don’t know whether to call it a pity or unique."

"What kind of man could possibly melt this ten-thousand-year-old iceberg?"

This speculation spread through the crowd like wildfire and was soon accepted by the vast majority of people.

Looking at the defeated Holy Sons, people couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy, while also feeling deeply moved by Ji Siyu’s unique personality.

Ji Siyu ignored the discussions below and turned to bow slightly to the Holy Lord Mu Qingyu, who had been watching quietly by her side:

"Master, the followers have been chosen."

Mu Qingyu looked at the two Saintess followers her Disciple had chosen, a hint of astonishment flashing in her beautiful eyes.

She had thought that with Ji Siyu’s talent and status, she would at least choose someone like Cang Man, who had unlimited potential and formidable strength, as her right-hand man.

After all, Cang Man’s Heavenly Tyrant Body provided unparalleled combat power; once he grew up in the future, he would definitely be a major pillar of the Holy Land.

But what about Ji Siyu?

From beginning to end, she hadn’t even looked at Cang Man once.

"Si Yu, won’t you reconsider? Cang Man, he..."

Mu Qingyu couldn’t help but remind her via sound transmission.

Ji Siyu only shook her head slightly, her attitude clear.

Mu Qingyu sighed inwardly. Looking at Ji Siyu’s cold and transcendent profile, a thought similar to the Disciples below occurred to her:

"Could this child really be a man-hater? Does she have an innate resistance to men?"

Seeing that Ji Siyu had indeed only chosen two Saintesses, the surrounding Disciples were also in constant discussion.

"She really only chose two Saintesses!"

"She even ignored the First Holy Son, Senior Brother Cang Man."

"It seems the man-hater speculation is spot on!"

"Sigh, what a prodigy Senior Brother Cang Man is, yet he was ignored like this."

"Now I’m even more curious. What kind of man could possibly catch this successor’s eye?"

Just as everyone was buzzing with discussion and various speculations, a steady and powerful voice, like a sudden clap of thunder, exploded over the square, drowning out all the noise.

"I have zero interest in becoming your follower!"

Everyone looked toward the source of the voice and saw the First Holy Son, Cang Man, who had been as silent as a mountain, finally taking a step forward.

He had a stalwart build, his black battle robes flapping. The wild and overbearing Aura around him was no longer restrained, erupting like a waking lion.

The powerful pressure of the ninth level of the Saint Realm, mixed with the unique Aura of the Heavenly Tyrant Body, made the air in the entire square thick and heavy.

Everyone’s gaze instantly focused on him, filled with expectation and tension.

Was the real show about to begin?

Cang Man’s gaze was like lightning, looking directly at Ji Siyu on the high platform, his voice like a great bell:

"However, I believe that the position of the future successor of the Taiyi Holy Land concerns the rise and fall of the Holy Land. Only a truly strong person can take on this responsibility."

"I, Cang Man, challenge you here today!"

His tone was impassioned, carrying an unquestionable confidence and dominance:

"If you lose to me, it proves you are not qualified to be the successor. This position should be inherited by me, Cang Man."

"Only the strong are fit to lead the Taiyi Holy Land to glory."

"Whoa!"

Cang Man’s challenge instantly caused the entire central square to boil over.

"It’s here! Senior Brother Cang Man has finally stepped forward."

"Challenging the position of successor—this is the real highlight."

"That’s right, the position of successor belongs to the capable. Senior Brother Cang Man has the Heavenly Tyrant Body and is invincible among his peers; he might not necessarily lose."

"Finally, someone dares to directly question the successor’s qualifications. This duel will surely be recorded in the Holy Land’s annals."

"The Peak duel of the Taiyi Holy Land’s younger generation. Let’s get it started!"

Everyone was excited, looking at the two people facing off in the field with burning eyes.

Ji Siyu’s mystery and strength, Cang Man’s Tyrant Body and invincible reputation—who was the truly number one person of the Taiyi Holy Land’s younger generation?

This battle would determine the future ownership of the Holy Land’s power!

Facing Cang Man’s dominant challenge, on Ji Siyu’s exquisite face, which was like eternal ice, there was still not the slightest change.

Her cold gaze fell on Cang Man, like two monarchs surveying each other’s domains.

"Acceptable."

A single word, clear and cold, yet carrying an unquestionable decisiveness, accepted this challenge concerning the position of successor.

In an instant, clouds gathered and the atmosphere of the world tightened to the extreme.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats, looking forward to the final result of this battle between dragons and tigers.