Although Sikong Tu was defeated by Xu Chen in the grand tournament, his current strength far surpassed Xu Chen's, so he deserved to be ranked second rather than third. Or take another example... In short, this ranking had its supporters as well as those who voiced various opinions. At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the arena. The final battle was about to begin: Xu Chen versus Cao Man. Countless gazes landed on the arena. Nervous. Anticipating. The elders were also watching the arena with eager anticipation. The final battle of this year's inner sect grand tournament was about to commence. Suddenly, an elder turned his head to look toward the back of the spectator stands. "Why are these kids running over to watch the excitement instead of properly secluding themselves to train?"
In a corner at the back of the spectator stands, a group of young men and women were chatting and laughing, looking entirely out of place among the surrounding spectators. These people also wore Qingling Sect disciple robes, except that their chests bore the unique rune patterns of the Qingling Sect. Numbering around twenty to thirty, they exuded powerful and profound auras—some sharp as blades, some deep as the sea, some blazing like fire, some ethereal as the wind, and others cold and eerie... Their auras varied, yet all were exceptionally powerful, impossible to ignore. The weakest among them could easily match Cao Man.
"Zhao Ming, who do you think will win between these two?" a…
Chapter 22