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Chapter 781: E-Sports, Here I come!

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

"Sir, as for the E-Sports that you mentioned, when will it be released?" After watching the Turbulent Homeland and Wind and Cloud 3, the players in the branch shop at the Dongxuan Cave Abode were still thrilled. However...

The shop owner had told them that the so-called E-Sports could turn them 'god-like' and into 'demon kings'.

It sounded ridiculous, but...

Even peak saint-level masters like us are scared by the stuff in the shop. At least, none of our artifact masters in the East Continent can make such mystical realms or TV Series.

Maybe...

At this moment, the white-bearded and white-haired Grand Elder of the Heavenly Faction summoned some elders for questioning. Meanwhile, he turned to the last page of the ancient golden scroll.

"But there are exceptions to everything..." This fragmented line of ancient words had been deciphered by him little by little.

It seemed to be a story about an ancient era in which countless masters from the East Continent and the West Continent compete to reach a higher realm...

The last few pages of the golden scroll seemed to have been torn off by someone purposefully as if this person didn't want many people to know about this secret history.

"It sounds like..." He glanced around and said, "like the sword duel at... the top of Hua Mountain?"

Mr. Fang did say that E-Sports is like this duel at the top of Hua Mountain, right?

The faction master who was dressed in a reddish-brown robe stood beside the Grand Elder and looked at the latter's ancient face. "Elder... do you think the E-Sports is real or not...?"

Grand Elder Zhuge Qingyun looked at the incomplete scroll with his old eyes.

"Perhaps... it's real." The old man was obviously hesitant.

"Are you sure..." As a sensible man, Faction Master Feng Xuehe felt like something wasn't right, and he wondered, Is the Grand Elder muddled in head due to his old age?

That was why he asked doubtfully.

The white-haired old man glared at Feng Xuehe and reprimanded in a loud voice, "Of course, I'm sure! How can it now be?"

This little b*stard dares to doubt my words?! When I managed the faction, you were still a small baby who was drinking milk somewhere! How dare you!

"Read for yourself!" He threw the golden scroll left by the ancestral master of the faction at the faction master's face. "Read for yourself!"

"Um..."

"Masters competing...'Sword duel at the top of Hua Mountain'...!?" Widened-eyed, Feng Xuehe stared at the words on the golden scroll that were translated by the Grand Elder.

It is exactly the same as what the shop owner had said!

"Then, the E-Sports can really make us god-like?!" His expression instantly turned serious.

While holding the golden scroll with both hands, he said shakily, "You... you finally deciphered the ancestral master's golden scroll?!"

"Of course!" Grand Elder Zhuge Qingyun stroked his snow-white beard and said proudly, "It's well worth my efforts in the last 200 years!"