I Can See All The Bosses’ Drops

In Jialan City, the square in front of the Guangming Holy See was already overcrowded when we went up to Sangan that day.

Among the dense crowd, there was still a road two people wide, leading directly from Jialan City to Qiling Square inside the Holy See.

On both sides of the road were heavily armed and ready Vatican guards.

Yesterday's sudden suspension of Shenzi's campaign cannot diminish everyone's attention and enthusiasm for Shenzi's campaign.

After a night of buffering, everyone has basically recovered from the shock caused by last night's election campaign.

Perhaps it was precisely because of yesterday's brutal competition that everyone was more able to recognize the strength of the Son of God who was finally selected.

As the most unshakable first force in the Nine Nether Continent, the Holy See of Light naturally cannot have its successors be qualified by ordinary geniuses.

And since we want to select an 'outstanding' successor (son of god/saint), only under the threat of death can the most powerful instinct of the human body be stimulated.

Although the price has far exceeded people's expectations.

But how do you say that?

It doesn't matter if it's none of your business.

For those who watch the excitement, those geniuses who died are a pity.

But after all, he is not his own heir and has no emotional basis.

Therefore, in addition to feeling regretful, most people are full of expectations for the next election.

Only the family members of those fallen geniuses can deeply feel the tremendous pain and torture.

But the death of a mere hundred people could not cause much trouble on this continent with billions of people.

Some people came here early this morning, hoping to get the results of the first round of the Son of God election as soon as possible.

At the same time, I also want to know exactly how many people came back alive yesterday.

In the eager anticipation of countless people, everyone finally welcomed the first handsome man, who was walking proudly on the road to Qiling Square of the Holy See.

As soon as this person appeared, he immediately caused a burst of exclamations from the surrounding people:

"The eldest prince of the proud empire, Charles."

"He's actually alive!!"

"Aren't I dazzled? Yesterday he wasn't..."

Charles' appearance was indeed beyond everyone's expectations.

After all, in yesterday's magic mirror, everyone witnessed with their own eyes the scene of Charles finally collapsing to the ground.

After losing consciousness in such a hallucination, no one would have believed that Charles could still be alive in that situation until he appeared.

It is precisely because of this.

It was Charles' appearance that caused such a stir.

However, some attentive people still noticed something:

"Walking frivolously and looking pale."

"It seems that the eldest prince's condition is not very good!"

As soon as he said this, under the careful observation of everyone, it turned out to be true.

Although Charles tried his best to pretend to be normal, sometimes his body's instincts were something he couldn't cover up deliberately.

Obviously after a night of training, Charles still had not returned to his best condition at this time.

However, everyone was shocked and quickly relieved at the appearance of Charles.

After all, the magic mirror was turned off shortly after Charles passed out.

It's possible that the first round of competition will have ended by then.

While they were relieved, everyone couldn't help but worry about Charles' next competition.

I don’t know how far he can go if he participates in the competition for the Son of God in this state.

We can only wait and see...

Amid the buzz, Charles' arrival seemed to have started a new round of competition for the Son of God.

Jun Moqian of the Purple Moon Empire;

Princess Olanna of the Kingdom of Orlando;

Even the equally unexpected Prince Gongsun Zhi of the Jialan Empire;

Sikong Tingzhi, representative of the Magicians Guild;

Regier, the representative of the Weapon Masters Guild;

Others such as Wen Xu, Luo Man, Murphy, Denise, etc. all appeared one after another.

But compared to yesterday's grand occasion, their appearance today seemed much more deserted.

In just one day, the number of people participating in the competition increased from more than two hundred people to the current fifty or sixty people.

For those who haven’t appeared yet, everyone knows it clearly.

Most of them have stayed in the dangerous forest forever.

The small number of people who didn't come had only one explanation other than being late: they chose to give up and continue to compete for the position of the Son of God.

Everyone's enthusiasm for the upcoming election of the Son of God was raised to its peak after seeing Lin Yi's appearance.

The tens of thousands of people in the entire square shouted in unison as if they had rehearsed it in advance:

"King Jialan!"

"King Jialan! King Jialan!"

"King Jialan!"

Even Lin Yi couldn't help but be moved after seeing that scene.

What Lin Yi doesn't know yet is.

Almost everything he did yesterday was seen by everyone.

It is true that Lin Yi's powerful strength goes without saying.

His act of 'saving people' is the most fundamental reason why he is so popular.

The reputation of Lin Yi, the Jialan King, was naturally raised to a height that Lin Yi could not imagine during yesterday's battle.

Sikong Tingzhi, who is known as the number one genius among the younger generation, did not enjoy such treatment.

Ling Yuwei stood outside the crowd and looked at Lin Yi's retreating figure, but a sad expression suddenly appeared on her face.

The deafening cries around her sounded like a scream to Ling Yuwei's ears at the moment, and a layer of mist had formed on the beautiful eyes behind the veil.

Ling Yuwei suddenly covered her heart and said with a look of pain:

"Why do I feel like he is getting further and further away from me?"

"Why is this happening?"

Ling Yudao, who was next to Ling Yuwei, couldn't help but be startled:

"What?"

When Ling Yudao turned around and saw Ling Yuwei's condition, he was suddenly surprised:

"What's wrong with Weier? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ling Yuwei did not explain anything to Ling Yudao, but caught Ling Yudao off guard and suddenly chased Lin Yi.

Ling Yudao couldn't help being shocked when he saw this:

"Weier doesn't want it."

He wanted to go up and hold Ling Yuwei,

But at this moment, Ling Yudao was shocked to find that he couldn't move, and even reaching out became a luxury.

He looked in the direction of the Holy See with a horrified look on his face, and said angrily:

"let me go."

But the next person who responded to Ling Yudao was:

The dignified master of Linlang Pavilion suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of everyone:

"Boom~"

The ground paved with bluestones shattered into cracks like spider webs.

The people around him couldn't help but retreat back in shock, for fear of being harmed.

Thinking of what Lin Yi said to him before, Ling Yudao suddenly shouted with grief and anger:

"Weier!"

At this time, Ling Yudao's eyes were already red and he said with grief and anger:

"No!!!"

But the strange thing is that no matter how loud Ling Yudao shouted behind him, Ling Yuwei seemed not to hear it and caught up with Lin Yi who was about to step into the Holy See without looking back.

"Master Lin Yi."

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