"Very good, it seems everyone already understands the situation, so I won't elaborate further. But please adhere to the rules—my rules, that is."

Gu Mo cleared his throat gently, withdrew his gaze, and said cheerfully. At the same time, with the hand not holding the microphone, he lifted a clenched fist in the air and shook it vigorously.

It was as if this gesture was meant to draw people's attention and lend more persuasion to his words, though the seriousness of his statement seemed hardly convincing.

"Simply put, there are two kinds of people I detest the most. One is those who command me, and the second is those who defy me... Therefore, I ask for your understanding and cooperation, as long as you're not one of these two kinds of people, we can get along just fine."

—Are you some two-faced creature from somewhere...

—And why are you so self-righteous!

At this moment, the few people present who still found things off were somewhat stunned, instinctively glancing at Fujisaki Kouta with a flushed face and wide eyes. With such a precedent, everyone naturally kept silent.

The situation was clearly amiss. It's uncertain whether this person had gone mad, or they had, or if the world had just turned insane...

Just moments ago, there was a massive burst of a temporal phenomenon spreading out, with demons dwelling in corners swarming out, responding to the commotion. Enforcers from the High Celestial Plain engaged in deadly combat with highly suspected fugitives...

Next moment, look around, the entire city seems to have suddenly turned into a party. The previous noise, commotion, chaos, and such instantly transitioned into thunderous applause and cheers, with streams of people and a large number of demons with support signs and glow sticks gathering from all directions like frenzied fans.

Even in the distant city center, the billboards on the tallest, most spectacular skyscrapers, which were showcasing luxury ads, now featured a live broadcast of the evening event, allowing those "audiences" who couldn't physically squeeze into the area to join in the grand festivity.

At a glance, everywhere became a sea of joy.

Under the dark night sky, there appeared a sea composed of countless glows and flashlights, with the flickering sea surface rising and falling like waves stirred in a wheat field by the wind.

It's not just Fujisaki Kouta who felt a chill down his limbs; anyone unaffected, or those affected who recovered, witnessing this irrational scene would feel immense fear and unease from deep within...

Even gods, even divine artifacts, simultaneously experienced such emotions because the essence of this power exceeded their understanding.

"Very good, it seems everyone has no objections, so let's continue—"

A resounding voice swept across all directions, dominating the scene, inviting continuous applause and cheers that would seemingly serve as tonight's endless background noise.

Gu Mo ignored all of this, like a seasoned and experienced master of ceremonies, he wasn't affected at all. Instead, he lowered his head, glanced at the card in his hand, and read the script religiously:

"As you can see, tonight we hold the world's first 'World's Greatest Martial Dao Tournament.' Presently, there's no title sponsor for the event, but the Celestial Court, Spirit Mountain, High Celestial Plain, Mount Olympus, Aesir Divine Domain... and so on, well, they haven't sponsored either."

"..."

"..."

After a brief silence, the scene erupted in a wave of boos.

"Tsk, but no problem, let's not lose heart. After all, this is just the first edition. Once they see our potential, I believe there will be advertisers willing to pay a hefty sum. Someday, all the Divine Domains worldwide will have to look up to us!"

Gu Mo pouted as if feeling a bit melancholic but forced a smile nonetheless. He loudly cheered on the audience below, as if not discouraged but instead comforting his fans.

The next second, he discarded the card in his hand as if it was a burden, then pulled out a banner from behind him, turned around, and raised his hands, which comically extended several times like a cartoon character or a Demon Fruit user who had eaten the rubber fruit.

With ease, he hung up the banner—placing it atop the stage, which was somehow constructed there at some point.

From afar, the lighting technician appropriately focused the stage light on the banner, allowing all on-site audience members and passionate fans watching the live stream to clearly see it in time.

The banner was crudely made, with large, slanted words reading "De Yun Society" (crossed out), followed by "Fantasy Carnival" (crossed out) hastily filled in, and finally, the term "World's Greatest Martial Dao Tournament" he had just announced...

Except—

Probably because too much of the content was crossed out, taking up too much space, the latter section clearly had insufficient room, squeezing the large words into a cluster, making them look not only sloppy but also green.

"..."

"..."

The air quieted down, and the scene fell into awkward silence.

"What are you standing there blank for? Applaud!"

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