"Disciples!"
More than ten thousand disciples gathered in the plaza. Some sighed in regret, some fumed with resentment and unwillingness; the place was naturally deafeningly noisy.
At that moment, Jiang Sheng's voice rang out, instantly silencing the ten thousand disciples as they all looked toward the Daoist standing at the front.
Jiang Sheng said, "This assessment has concluded. It lasted twenty-one days in total, and all of your performances have been recorded. The sect will release the rankings in three days."
At those words, quite a few disciples looked embarrassed, while others lowered their heads in discouragement.
"It seems some of you have already formed a judgment of your own performance."
"But I must tell you that your judgments are based on yourselves as individuals, not on the sect."
"Besides, one assessment will not determine your future."
"The Great Dao must be fought for. The sect's resources will not be given to those who belittle themselves, much less to those who abandon themselves to despair. If you want the sect's resources, if you want to rank among the top hundred, then fight for it with the blades and swords in your hands."
"Even if your assessments in the hundred arts of cultivation, temperament, and adaptability were lacking, so long as your combat strength is sufficient, the sect will still value you."
"Seize this final opportunity. Forget everything that came before, and use your own blades and swords to carve out a future for yourselves."
Jiang Sheng stood there, his voice calm and his expression indifferent, yet he seemed like a blazing, dazzling star that left the disciples feeling blinded by its brilliance.
And Jiang Sheng's words ignited the flames in countless disciples' hearts. Yes, the Great Dao had to be fought for. What could determine superiority more than divine abilities