Heavenly Dao Livestream Room.
It was a Top-Rank Match, with experts from every sect gathered together, topped off by Lu Ze's First Sage play of stealing twelve kills in one go.
The livestream's popularity remained sky-high, already reaching its peak for the past fifteen days.
Under these circumstances, a 3v3 showdown between powerhouses was clearly a feast for the viewers' eyes.
[How did True Disciple Zhong get kicked to death in one hit...]
[Admirable courage! It's the participation that counts!]
[Whoa, True Disciple Zhou and True Disciple Shen are trading blows! What a match!]
[It's all mind games!!]
[Hurry up! I just want to see True Disciple Li crush Old Devil Lu!]
[Please, someone break Old Devil Lu's invincible golden body...]
[Oh no! True Disciple Zhou scraped a win with a sliver of health!]
[Is he going to sweep all three?]
Steward Hall, the side passage by Black Hall.
"That was close... good thing I hit his head!"
Zhou Yue repaired his armor, a thoroughly satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
For the past few days, he'd been matched against nothing but monsters and demons, never getting a single head-on duel.
Now, after a long contest of wits against an evenly matched expert, he felt fantastic.
Thinking of the even stronger Li Moran waiting next, Zhou Yue's fighting spirit burned hotter.
"Again!"
After repairing his helmet and restoring himself to full condition, Zhou Yue laughed and fired a signal at the ceiling.
There was no response from the other side. Of course, none was needed.
This was an established convention among cultivators when sparring.
The winner healed up, while the losing side could take position ahead of time.
Once the winner finished healing, he fired a signal to indicate he was ready; the losing side didn't need to signal