"This way, the winner will claim victory fairly, and the losers will accept defeat wholeheartedly. The tournament will also hone our disciples' killing techniques, preparing them for the coming war across realms."
Niu Ben's proposal was clear, coherent, and impartial, instantly making the Three Pure Ones' eyes light up.
"Brilliant!"
Tongtian Cult Master was the first to cheer, his eyes gleaming as he shouted.
"An excellent plan! Cultivators should have a fighting spirit that presses forward without faltering!"
"If they can't even take first place in a tournament against their fellow disciples, how will they slay otherworldly demon gods on a battlefield across realms?!"
"We'll do as you say. In three days, we'll settle it in the arena!"
Primordial Heavenly Lord stroked his beard in agreement, confidence flashing in his eyes.
In his view, the disciples of the Chan Teachings had always valued solid foundations and steady temperaments. Each of the Twelve Golden Immortals possessed unique skills, while Antarctic Immortal Weng and Guangchengzi had inherited the very essence of his teachings.
In a true contest of single combat, the Chan Teachings had absolutely no reason to fear the Interception Sect!
"Excellent." Primordial Heavenly Lord nodded slightly. "Let the tournament decide victory and defeat, with everyone relying on their own abilities. That is indeed the most fitting arrangement."
Seeing that neither of his two junior brothers objected, Saint Taishang made the final decision.
"Then we shall follow Ben'er's proposal. In three days, the tournament will begin on Kunlun Mountain."
"Junior brothers, return to your palaces at once and make the arrangements."
"Senior brother, I shall take my leave!" Decisive as ever, Tongtian Cult Master transformed into a streak of Azure Sword Light, tore through the void, and headed straight for Biyou Palace in the East Sea.
Primordial Heavenly Lord also nodded