My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"Gu Fenghua, we meet again. I'm afraid you never dreamed that we would see each other again one day." Ning Huaihen said in a hoarse voice.

Although he was covered with a dark scarf, he could still vaguely see the ferocious sneer on his face.

As a result, the air around the competition platform became heavier and colder.

"Who are you?" Gu Fenghua asked.

"When you get to the underworld, someone will naturally tell you this question." Ning Huaihen continued with a sinister smile.

"I think it's better for you to tell me in person." Gu Fenghua said, looking at the dark scarf.

"I declare that this competition is about to begin!" The two sides were already at war with each other. Lu Wenfu didn't even bother to ask them if they were ready, and directly announced the start of the competition.

"Choke..." As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Huaihen's sword was unsheathed.

The simple blade of the sword cuts through a long rainbow, and the feeling it brings to people is so cold and so sharp.

In an instant, the situation suddenly changed, and a dark cloud blocked the warm sunshine. The sword light flashed rapidly, and a harsh scream came out, like the scream of a ghost, shrill and crazy.

This sword seemed to tear open the Nine Nether Hells, releasing countless wronged souls and ghosts.

This sword was so sharp, as if the claws of the devil were about to tear apart all the creatures in front of him.

Three red-gold holy beads appeared between his eyebrows. Sure enough, his cultivation has reached the peak of the third level of Emperor Saint, and he is only one step away from being promoted to the fourth level of Emperor Saint.

The cold sword light reflected in his eyes, and those already ruthless eyes became even colder, releasing endless killing intent.

"What a terrifying sword!" A disciple of the Holy Sect sitting at the front of the audience was so frightened by the sword that his face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice.

"As expected, he is at the peak of the third-grade Emperor Saint. This sword is so cruel and ruthless that it is rare in the world. His true combat power is probably not much weaker than that of the ordinary fourth-grade Emperor Saint." The Saint Master behind him However, he still maintained some composure and said with emotion.

This sword is not only cruel and merciless, but also obviously infinitely changeable. It should be the true inheritance of the Heaven-Slaying Monarch. Coupled with the cultivation level of the third level of the Holy God, only one step away from being promoted to the fourth level, the true combat power is so strong. It is comparable to the ordinary fourth-grade Emperor Saint!

"It seems that we are going to lose this game again." Everyone else looked gloomy.

Although they were angry and unjust for Pei Yiqiu and hoped that Gu Fenghua would suffer a little, when the moment really came, they still found that their mood was extremely bitter.

"Be careful!" Fu Guanyun, Guan Yuanshan, Meng Huaiyuan, as well as Shi Yingyan, Shang Kangran and others who were standing under the stage preparing to participate in a competition, exclaimed in unison.

Ning Huaihen's cultivation, coupled with such sword skills, is really too powerful and terrifying. Even though they knew how powerful Gu Fenghua and others really were, they were still concerned and confused. They couldn't help but worry about them, with their hearts in their throats.

"One sword, cut off the great wilderness!"

"Jiutian, Phantom Thunder!"

"Beidou, Ba Tian!"

"Holy soul, the sky is broken!"

Just when everyone was on tenterhooks or secretly frustrated, Gu Fenghua and the others took action.

Their voices were calm and composed, and there was no trace of panic on their faces.

Ning Huaihen's cultivation had actually been revealed in the last competition. It was within their expectations that he would use such a sword today, and they would certainly not be surprised.

However, seeing the four of them take action, everyone in the audience was not so calm and looked surprised again.

Indeed, their voices were calm and their expressions were not panicked at all. However, with one first-grade Emperor Saint and three ninth-grade Heavenly Saint, what's the use of being calm?