Invincible Soul Emperor

Chapter 943: Chapter 943: Victory Secured

He deliberately raised his voice, as if he wanted everyone around to hear: ”We should end this now, announce the results, and let everyone go back to rest early. The result is already clear, isn’t it?”

Xue Wei’s tone was full of provocation, his eyes sparkling with the glow of victory.

Those smug smiles blossomed on his face, shining exceptionally bright.

He slightly tilted his head, gazing at Xue Zhao, as if enjoying any trace of wavering and unease she might show.

”You should just give up,” Xue Wei continued, his tone full of mockery, ”These years you’ve been away, you don’t understand the situation within the clan at all. Now that you’re back, what can you change?”

He deliberately stopped in front of Xue Zhao, whispering, ”Look at the vote counts now, you’ve already lost.”

Xue Wei’s words pierced Xue Zhao like a knife, but Xue Zhao remained calm, her gaze unwavering, still firm and confident.

She didn’t respond to Xue Wei’s provocation, instead, she slightly raised her head, looking at the countdown on the big screen, as if waiting for something.

However, Xue Wei’s smugness and provocation did not stop due to Xue Zhao’s silence.

He continued to watch the numbers on the screen with pride, the dazzling golden glow reflecting the mania in his heart.

”Fifteen minutes left, I’m just one step away from becoming the new Saint Heir,” Xue Wei said to himself, his voice full of arrogant confidence, ”Xue Zhao, this position never belonged to you.”

His words sounded like a victor’s declaration, as if he had already foreseen his victory.

Xue Wei’s pride and arrogance reached a peak at this moment.

Xue Zhao stood beside Xue Wei, listening to his smug words, the anger in her heart gradually rising.

Her fingers clenched slightly, nails deeply embedded in her palm, but she still maintained a calm exterior.

She knew that at this crucial moment, any emotional fluctuation might be seen by the opponent as a sign of weakness.

Her gaze became sharper, seemingly able to penetrate through Xue Wei’s smug exterior and see the falsehood and cunning deep within his heart.

Even though her anger inside was like a volcano about to erupt, Xue Zhao’s face did not show any emotional fluctuations.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her heart, her face still keeping that calm and collected look.

”Xue Wei, you’re too confident,” Xue Zhao said calmly, her voice not trembling at all, ”The competition is not over, anything is still possible.”

Her tone was calm and firm, as if stating a simple fact.

Despite the fiery rage in her heart, Xue Zhao maintained a clear mind, knowing she couldn’t be swayed by emotions now.

Xue Wei saw Xue Zhao remaining calm, slightly frowning in response.

He originally expected to see her angry or wavering, but Xue Zhao’s calmness made him feel a bit uneasy.

Xue Zhao slightly raised her chin, her gaze sweeping over Xue Wei’s smug face, coldly saying, ”Don’t think just because you’re leading now, you’ve already won. Until the last moment of the competition, no one can predict the result.”

Her voice was calm, yet carried an unyielding strength.

This strength came from her anticipation for Ye Qingchen.

Ye Qingchen had said he would give her a surprise today.

She thought, this surprise was today’s competition!

Despite the burning anger inside, Xue Zhao was still able to rationally analyze the situation, maintaining a clear mind.

”You will see, Xue Wei,” Xue Zhao finally said, looking firmly at the countdown on the big screen, ”The result will not be as you wish.”

Her words were powerful, as if declaring her faith and determination.

Despite facing Xue Wei’s provocation and mockery, Xue Zhao still maintained calm and composure.

The flames of anger burning in her heart would become her driving force forward, not a reason to lose her reason.

Xue Wei saw Xue Zhao still remaining calm, instead provoking him into an even stronger sense of mockery.

His laughter rang out in the square, full of sarcasm and pride.

”Hahaha, Xue Zhao, you really can act calm,” Xue Wei laughed so hard he bent forward, even tears flowed from his eyes, ”Even though the competition is not over, do you really think you still have a chance?”

He paused for a moment, his smile even brighter, continuing, ”Look at the gap in the vote count, what makes you think you can reverse this in just fifteen minutes? Your supporters don’t have that kind of ability.” ℴ

Xue Wei’s gaze was filled with disdain and contempt, he deliberately walked closer to Xue Zhao, whispering, ”You know, Xue Zhao, in my eyes you’re nothing but a loser, a loser unwilling to accept reality. Your former glory has become the past, now you’re just a joke.”

He straightened up, his tone full of mockery, ”No matter what you say, it’s no use, these years I’ve done so much within the clan, won over so many hearts, while you’re just a wandering solitary soul outside, simply incomparable to me.”

Xue Wei’s mocking laughter sounded again, he pointed to the vote count on the big screen, continuing, ”Look, this is the will of the people, this is the reality you cannot change. Your so-called strength is insignificant in the face of absolute public opinion.”

He looked at Xue Zhao contemptuously, his eyes full of ridicule, ”Are you still dreaming? Thinking a miracle will happen? Or thinking that Ye Qingchen, that useless fool, can help you turn the tides?”

Xue Wei’s laughter grew louder and louder, even causing some supporters of Xue Wei to join in with laughter.

They all believed Xue Wei’s victory was already set in stone, filled with disdain and contempt for Xue Zhao.

”You better accept your fate, Xue Zhao,” Xue Wei finally said, his laughter gradually subsiding but the mockery in his tone remained strong, ”After today, you can only stand below the stage, admiring my glory.”

Just as Xue Wei was mocking Xue Zhao with pride, a sudden wave of strong Spiritual Power came from the entrance of the square.

Everyone’s eyes turned in that direction, only to see a tall and straight figure slowly walking into the arena.

That person was Ye Qingchen, dressed in a black Long Robe, a silver hairband tying his jet-black hair, looking exceptionally heroic.

Behind Ye Qingchen followed several formidable-looking figures, unfamiliar to the spectators present.

Ye Qingchen’s steps were steady and powerful, each step exuding a compelling aura. His gaze was firm, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if confident about what was about to happen.

”Everyone stop for a moment!” Ye Qingchen’s voice was loud and resonant, echoing like thunder across the square.

His voice was full of strength and confidence, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Whether on the stage, Xue Wei and Xue Zhao, or the clansmen below, everyone was impressed by his irresistible presence.