One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Eight tokens in total!!!

"hiss--!!!"

A collective gasp filled the room.

William of the American team froze with a smile.

British team's Allen nearly dropped his recorder.

Even Takeda couldn't help but twitch his eye twice.

Abe Genji and the rest of the Japanese team gasped in shock, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

The chat in the live stream paused for a full five seconds.

It exploded!

[Holy crap?! Eight?!]

[Am I right? There are only 16 teams in total, and besides these four finalists, there are only 12 tokens left! And that shameless family managed to snatch seven of them?!]

Wait a minute, how did they manage to bypass the surveillance cameras and steal it? I watched the whole thing and thought there would be at most three of them!

[Upstairs, you're being shameless!]

[This isn't a competition?! It looks like they're going to do wholesale shopping!]

What is a bandit? (Leans back tactically)

No wonder so many teams left without even a shot; they were all swept away by the Chinese team!

Where are those foreign devils who were saying the Chinese team was hiding?! Come out and show yourself! Tell me loudly what this is called!

[Hahahaha! Look at Captain America's expression, it's worse than if he'd swallowed a fly!]

on the square.

Zhang Chulan walked to the front door with a grin and stuffed six of the tokens into the remaining empty slots.

He didn't even have a place to put the two extra ones, so he casually tossed them around in his hand a couple of times.

"Hehe! Sorry, we were just lucky. We inexplicably completed two hidden [God's Requests] and got two extra tokens."

"We didn't mean to get special treatment, can you believe how infuriating this is!"

After saying that, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but look smugly at the other teams, as if he had suffered a great loss.

That's so despicable!

This is the shared sentiment of everyone at this moment.

William couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"that……"

Zhang Chulan turned around and gave Takeda, who was projected into the holographic image, a sincere yet shrewd smile:

"Commander Takeda, could we exchange these two extra tokens for some prize money from the organizing committee? Or perhaps some supermarket gift cards would also be helpful."

Takeda took a deep breath, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He simply pretended not to hear the shameless question and unilaterally cut off the communication projection.

"Boom—!"

As the groove was completely filled, a deafening roar shook the earth.

The two heavy stone doors, tens of meters high, slowly opened to the sides, accompanied by billowing dust.

A wide staircase, entirely paved with white marble, leading straight to the top of the temple, appeared before the four teams.

At the end of the steps, a dazzling light was faintly shimmering.

The stage for the final battle has been fully opened.

……

"Alright, the door's open. Stop dawdling here."

In the spectator stands.

Zhang Tianyi lay sprawled on the prepared folding chair, holding an ice pop in his hand.

He waved to the five people standing in front of the door, ready to step onto the stairs.

The five people immediately turned around, walked quickly to Zhang Tianyi, and stood in a row.

"Master, do you have any further instructions?" Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together, looking expectant.

Zhang Tianyi took a bite of the popsicle and mumbled:

"No instructions. As for that so-called Longevity Elixir, it doesn't really matter whether we get it or not. Anyway, our Celestial Master's Mansion's storeroom is not short of those highly nourishing medicinal herbs."

Upon hearing this, the other national team leaders who had been eavesdropping nearly ground their teeth to dust.

That's an unparalleled treasure that can lock in peak condition!

How did it become a worthless tonic in your mouth?!

Zhang Tianyi ignored the murderous glares directed at him.

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and stared at the five young men in front of him.

"But there's one rule you little brats should all remember."

“There are no surveillance cameras in this dilapidated temple, so I can’t see what you’re doing inside.”

Zhang Tianyi extended a finger and pointed at the watermelon knife at Zhang Chulan's waist, then glanced at Zhang Lingyu and Chen Duo.

"If we can't beat them."

"Just run. There's nothing shameful about it."

"What if we can't escape..."

Zhang Tianyi grinned, revealing a cold smile that sent chills down the spines of the hoodie standing next to him:

"Then we don't need to care about those damn competition rules!"

"Go all out and use dirty tricks! Smear them in the gutter!"

"If anything happens, even if the sky falls, I, the Daoist, will cover for you!"

These words, though lacking any air of superiority, stirred the blood of Zhang Chulan and the others, instantly boosting their confidence.

"Go ahead, but don't embarrass me."

Zhang Tianyi waved his hand and lay back down in the chair.

"Got it!"

The five people turned around, facing the cold wind blowing from inside the temple, and strode forward with firm steps.

I stepped onto the white jade staircase leading to the summit.

Behind them, the heavy stone door made a dull thud, completely isolating them from the outside world.

The real battle has only just begun.

Chapter 372 Wang Ye's Nightmare! An Endless Horde of Corpses!

The temple doors slammed shut behind them with a deafening thud.

It completely isolates the outside world from sunlight and sea breeze.

The white jade steps in front of us stretched upwards and disappeared into a thin mist that seemed to have come from nowhere.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the faint breathing and echoing footsteps of a few people.

"This place is a bit eerie."

"Where are the other teams?"

Zhang Chulan tightened his grip on the knife, and the Golden Light Mantra had already formed a thin protective halo around his skin.

He lowered his voice and looked around furtively:

"Old Wang, could you set up your Qimen formation to test the waters? I have a feeling there are hundreds of axemen hiding in this fog, ready to ambush us."

Wang Ye walked in the middle of the group, his two dark circles under his eyes standing out particularly in the dim light.

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's words, he stopped and lightly touched the white jade steps with the toe of his right foot.

"Qimen Manifestation..."

Wang Ye had just established his formation.

suddenly!

"Well!"

His face turned deathly pale, his once rosy lips instantly lost their color, and he staggered back half a step as if he had been electrocuted.

If Zhuge Qing hadn't been quick enough to grab his arm, Master Wang would have tumbled down those endless steps.

"Old Wang! What's wrong with you?!"

Zhang Chulan was startled and quickly came over.

Wang Ye was panting heavily, and a layer of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.

He looked up at the seemingly calm staircase before him, his eyes filled with undisguised lingering fear.

"Don't...don't start the game recklessly!"

Wang Ye grabbed Zhuge Qing's arm with his other hand, his voice trembling:

"This entire temple is a living, massive array that has been distorted to the extreme!"

"All four plates here are completely messed up! Time, space, and the five elements' generating and restraining relationships are all reversed!"

"What's worse is that I just tentatively set my center down, and I felt an immense, incomprehensible force trying to shred my primordial spirit!"

These words sent a chill down everyone's spines.

Zhang Lingyu frowned, looking ahead with a solemn expression: