No one knew how many events the Six Sects Grand Competition would have until the very last moment.
But some events were easy enough to predict. There would certainly be team rotation battles, a test of each sect's disciples' fundamentals.
After all, they would still have to face the Buddhist Sect. Naturally, the Xuanmen sects needed to select a group of outstanding disciples to compete against it.
Besides team rotation battles, there would surely be trials of how well each sect's disciples worked together, along with alchemy, talisman-making, and a host of other events.
Jiang Sheng could not even imagine what form the Six Sects Grand Competition would take once all those varied events were woven together.
On the demonstration platform, Zhou Huo finally backed Qian Yun into a corner, and Qian Yun conceded. He stepped down calmly, looking somewhat disheveled, but his spirits remained high. His eyes darted about, and he even seemed to have the leisure to consider what to eat later. Zhou Huo, the victor, looked far more drained. Qian Yun's countless talismans and Dharma artifacts had clearly put him through the wringer.
The victor looked defeated, and the defeated looked victorious. That stark contrast made Wang Cunyang seriously consider what Jiang Sheng had said. True Lord Yuchen Lingyuan's eye was keen indeed. If the top three Golden Core Realm disciples of Chixiao, Yaochi, or Zhenxiao met Qian Yun, they would likely suffer just as badly. Even if they won, they might have no strength left to fight again.
Just as Wang Cunyang was considering how to order the team rotation battles once the Six Sects Grand Competition began, Jiang Sheng's voice rang out again. "Next match. Wang Cunyang, Xiao Jingyue, you're up."
At that, Wang Cunyang had to put aside the thoughts crowding his head. "As