Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, Crushed with One Hand

"Myriad Manifestations Palace Branch instructor Song Changsheng. A pleasure to meet you."

"Hundred Cauldrons Pavilion Branch instructor Li Yufeng."

The two stood facing each other and exchanged names, yet neither moved to attack immediately.

Song Changsheng spoke with feeling. "Fellow Daoist Li, seeing you cannot help but remind me of someone. You are both people blessed with great fortune, but fortune is intangible and elusive—not only difficult to fathom, but impossible to control.

"Perhaps the current situation is not what you wanted.

"Our goals differ, as do our pursuits, but at the end of the day, we are all carrying out the tasks entrusted to us. How about this? Let us decide victory and defeat in a single move. That will save us both some time and effort."

Although Ji Shinian had already handed him the choice on behalf of the Myriad Manifestations Palace, Song Changsheng was not truly satisfied with third place.

Having worked so hard to reach a stage like this, giving up now would be far too regrettable.

Given his age and cultivation, he might never have such an opportunity again. Thus, he wanted to fight his way another step higher, even if the opponents before him were Zhao Yin, the First Prince who had already dominated the Southwest a century ago, and the Tianshui Ji Clan's only female Young Clan Head in ten thousand years!

Winning a place among the top three was for his clan, but continuing onward was for the fearless heart within him that never ceased climbing.

That was why he did not wish to waste too much strength on Li Yufeng, prompting the remarks he had just made.

Li Yufeng's task had long since been completed. From here on, he only needed to make a respectable showing. There was absolutely no need