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Early the next morning, the Grand Plaza of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect was filled to capacity. No one wanted to miss this extravagant feast.
Although, in their eyes, without Gong Xueyi, there was no hope left.
The disciples of the two major sects were already prepared. Under the haughty leadership of several elders, they gathered on their designated platform.
"Haha, I heard that last night, that girl Gong Xueyi was taken away by her grandfather," chuckled a plump elder from the Ziyang Immortal Sect.
"Hmph, she never belonged to us anyway. The Xuan Yang Sword Sect has indeed overshadowed us these past few years thanks to Gong Xueyi. But so what? She was never meant to be here," sneered an elder from the Lingxu Daozong.
Indeed, as he said, Gong Xueyi had been a stronghold for the Xuan Yang Sword Sect in recent years.
A solitary flower stood out.
It overshadowed the Lingxu Daozong and Ziyang Immortal Sect, leaving their Heavenly Pride of the same generation too intimidated to raise their heads.
However, once Gong Xueyi, who never truly belonged to the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, departed, everything returned to dust.
The two sects remained as lofty as they had been three years ago.
"However, I heard that this year the Xuan Yang Sword Sect has produced another freak. Even Gong Xueyi holds him in high regard!"
An elder from Lingxu Daozong spoke weakly.
"Nonsense."
The elder from Lingxu Daozong who had spoken earlier shot a fierce glare at the latter.
"Just a little girl, what does she know? This kid must be smooth-talking and charming to those girls. That doesn't mean anything. Our sect's Heavenly Pride, any one of them is stronger than him."
Perhaps it was the suppression of three years.
At last, they saw the light of day.
No longer able to tolerate the oppression from the Xuan Yang Sword Sect, the other elders also laughed.
They all shared the same thought.
The Xuan Yang Sword Sect had a few formidable Heavenly Pride figures.
Who among them was not aware?
Those individuals were hardly capable of achieving greatness.
In previous years, whenever they encountered the disciples of the sect, they had no ability to even defend themselves.
Let alone this year's newcomers who had just risen to prominence.
Two words: Ha ha.
"Seeing their arrogant demeanor just makes me uncomfortable. If Sister Gong had stayed one more day, would they still dare to act like this?"
Below the arena, a group of disciples felt quite displeased.
Unfortunately, reality is this cruel.
The Xuan Yang Sword Sect has faced off against the Lingxu Daozong and the Ziyang Immortal Sect for many years.
They have lost more than they have won.
Only a few Heavenly Pride disciples can hold their own, and even they have repeatedly been defeated by the Heavenly Pride disciples of the other two sects.
This frustration is suffocating.
But that is how it is.
"Actually, I think Senior Brother Qin Tian should be able to compete with them. At the very least, he could defeat one or two of those arrogant fellows," a weak voice came from among the crowd, belonging to an Outer Sect Disciple.
"Do you want to hear the truth?" A few seasoned Inner Sect Disciples looked at the newcomer with bitter expressions.
"What do you mean?"
“Master Pei Haidong, three months ago, I happened to fight against Zhang Lingxu from the Lingxu Daozong and was defeated in three moves. You don’t really think that Senior Brother Qin Tian could also defeat Master Pei Haidong in just three moves, do you?”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was taken aback.
Defeated in three moves?
Just how strong was Zhang Lingxu?
Moreover, they all knew that Zhang Lingxu was not even the strongest Heavenly Pride in the Lingxu Daozong.
There was still someone above him.
Lingxu Daozong, Zhang Wangchuan.
The one who had beheaded the Third Senior Brother at Sky Peak.
Although Qin Tian had claimed the top spot in the Inner Sect Competition, he had never even fought against Pei Haidong.
Naturally, they could not believe that Qin Tian’s first place in the Inner Sect meant he possessed the highest Combat Power among them.
What a joke!
Pei Haidong's combat power far surpassed Rokai's.
Even if the two of them were compared with Rokai as a reference, the best outcome would likely be a fifty-fifty chance.
If it were fifty-fifty, Qin Tian would have no hope of reversing the decline of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect this year.
Despair!
Deep despair lingered in everyone's hearts.
At this moment, perhaps only the Outer Sect Disciples, who were not very familiar with these matters, were still making a ruckus.
The senior Inner Sect Disciples had already clenched their fists, their faces flushed with anger.
If Sister Gong could have delayed her departure by just one day, the situation would definitely not be as it was now.
"Heh heh, look at those people down in the Arena. They all look like they want to eat us alive. Three years ago, when one of their senior brothers lost his head, their expressions were just as fierce."
Above the Lingxu Daozong, a figure slowly emerged.
Dressed in white as snow, untouched by dust.
On that pale face, however, there was a long, narrow scar resembling a sword mark.
This was left by a senior brother from Sky Peak three years ago.
Zhang Wangchuan.
No one present could forget him.
"Zhang Wangchuan. He actually came! How infuriating..."
"It was he who severed Brother Du's head back then."
"Does this guy dare to show up again? Isn't he afraid of losing his own head this year?"
Many were filled with indignation.
But everyone knew that no matter how arrogant he was, the Xuan Yang Sword Sect would never dare to take his head.
If only Sister Gong were here.
"That's enough."
"Hmph, after all these years, they still remember. Tsk tsk..."
Zhang Wangchuan chuckled and took a seat to the side.
Generally speaking, disciples would never have a seat.
Yet, he did.
This represented an unparalleled dominance.
Moreover, it indicated how much the Lingxu Daozong cared about him.
After a long while.
Whoosh.
With a crisp sound, a figure broke through the air.
It hovered above the plaza.
Pei Haidong.
In the next moment, the square erupted with excitement as tens of thousands of disciples cheered.
Standing in the air, it marked the official entry into the Qi Control Realm.
This meant that Pei Haidong had already stepped into the Qi Control Realm.
"Heavens, Senior Brother Pei Haidong has entered the Qi Control Realm? What a tremendous surprise! It seems we have hope this year."
"Haha, who said that our Xuan Yang Sword Sect would have no one to stand out just because Sister Gong is gone?"
"There is hope, there is hope."
Many people looked up at Pei Haidong, suspended in the air, with tears of joy in their eyes.
On the platform, Elder Renfeng laughed heartily.
He had paid a considerable price for this day.
It was only yesterday evening that Pei Haidong officially entered the Qi Control Realm.
With the cultivation of the Qi Control Realm now secured for a night, today's Nine-Man Battle should not be too embarrassing.
"Where is Brother Qin?"
At this moment, someone realized that Qin Tian had not arrived.
Wu Qingyuan slowly stood up.
"Qin Tian is currently breaking through a critical bottleneck. The competition can start first; he should be here shortly."
Earlier in the morning, when he went to check on Qin Tian, he found him in seclusion.
So, just to be safe, this was the only option.
Upon hearing that he was breaking through a critical bottleneck, the disciples of the Xuan Yang Sword Sect present were all filled with excitement.
Good news kept coming!
Not only had Brother Pei officially entered the Qi Control Realm, but even Brother Qin was also attempting to break through this bottleneck.
It seemed that without Sister Gong, the Xuan Yang Sword Sect would not perform too poorly this year.
At the very least, it wouldn't be like what happened three years ago.
"Due to the departure of Gong Xueyi, our Xuan Yang Sword Sect has gained another member, Ren Peak, Rokai."
As the words fell, an ancient figure slowly appeared on the Arena.
Elder Zhao!
It was still this stalwart and handsome elder.
Seeing Elder Zhao here, many disciples felt a sense of reassurance.
This elder was one of the top three peak powerhouses in the Xuan Yang Sword Sect.
With him present, it was certain that many accidents would be prevented.
"Heh heh, it seems that the incident from three years ago really shook the Xuan Yang Sword Sect. For such a formal competition, even the top three powerhouses have been called upon."
Lingxu Daozong's elder, sitting at the front, sneered disdainfully.
"As long as no overly monstrous individuals appear, I won't easily take their heads."
Zhang Wangchuan chuckled casually.
"Rest assured to strike; everything is under my control."
The elder who had just spoken now laughed wildly.
In their eyes, this competition seemed like nothing more than a game.
Hunting Game.
"Let the competition begin!"
As Elder Zhao's words echoed, a figure strode confidently into the arena.
Ren Peak, Rokai.
Although he had lost to Qin Tian and settled for fourth place, he still had years of popularity behind him. Seeing him take the stage, many in the arena cheered his name.
"This is my only chance to prove myself. I must seize it."
At this moment, Rokai no longer harbored thoughts of challenging Qin Tian to regain his honor.
After realizing Gong Xueyi's feelings for Qin Tian, he had already given up.
Not only did he give up the fluttering feelings in his heart, but he also abandoned any thoughts of revenge against those who considered themselves superior.
No matter what, today was a battle for the Sect.
All previous grievances and grudges were to be wiped clean.
After drawing lots, the order of the matches was announced to the public.
“Lingxu Daozong, Zhang Wudao.”
Rokai looked at the slip of paper in his hand, realizing who his opponent was.
“Lingxu Daozong ranked third; that should be considered a benefit, right?”
Just as Rokai began to speak, he was met with a cold glance from Pei Haidong beside him.
“Don’t underestimate him; he is... very strong.”
As the words fell, he silently left the Arena.
Watching Pei Haidong's retreating figure, Rokai was momentarily stunned.
Shaking his head, he cleared all the distracting thoughts from his mind.
He would give it his all.
This was his only chance to prove himself.
The competition began.
Rokai had previously interacted with Zhang Wudao and had always thought little of him. For some reason, this year, he had suddenly risen to become the third in Lingxu Daozong.
Without much thought, as soon as he made his move, he was drenched in cold sweat.
How could he be this strong?
In just three moves,
Rokai's body was sent crashing down like a cannonball beneath the Arena.
After a while, the disciples finally reacted.
Silence fell over the arena.
"Strange,"
Rokai muttered, lowering his head and leaving in disappointment.
The rules of the Nine-Man Battle dictated that each of the other eight would fight one match.
In the end, they would be ranked according to their performance.
Thus, even though Rokai lost the first match, he still had seven opportunities left.
However, having lost this battle, his chances of success seemed increasingly slim.
Sitting dazed in the stands, Rokai felt a wave of confusion wash over him.
Next, Pei Haidong, possessing Qi Control Realm cultivation, managed to secure a victory amidst extreme peril.
After winning, the audience erupted in cheers for Thunderous Roar.
However, the subsequent battle left everyone in the arena in silence.
For half an hour, there was not a single sound.
Pei Haidong had fought seven matches, winning only one and losing six.
Rokai had lost all seven of his matches.
It was shocking to behold.
"What’s going on? This shouldn’t be happening! Why?"
Many people shouted in confusion.
All the hopes that had been built up before were shattered in this moment.
"Haha, the Xuan Yang Sword Sect is finished!"
The arrogant Zhang Wudao stood on the arena, looking down at the faces filled with anger.
He felt even happier.
He relished this feeling.
"It seems that the Xuan Yang Sword Sect has forgotten how to cultivate over the years with Gong Xueyi around. Forcing oneself to break through to the Qi Control Realm is nothing but a waste. Sigh, I feel that this competition has lost its meaning."
The elder from Lingxu Daozong, seated at the front, stood up and looked towards the portly elder from Ziyang Immortal Sect beside him.
"How about we pick a day, and in either of our sects, find a place where these brats can continue the unfinished competition?"
Upon hearing this, all disciples and elders of Xuan Yang Sword Sect in the arena clenched their fists, their faces turning red.
Contempt.
Blatant contempt.
It was too much.
"I think that's unacceptable!"
At that moment, a brilliant light suddenly flashed across the square.
Then, a slender figure stepped through the void, walking towards the square with measured strides.
Qin Tian!
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