"Wuchen Region, Training Ground Number Five, winner—Dan Chen Sect, Xu Ziqian!"
The verdict rang out, carrying a tremor so faint it was Barely Perceptible. Then the entire spectator area Erupted With a mountain-roar, tsunami-surge of shouts.
"He won again? Xu Ziqian won again!"
"Three consecutive upward victories! Three rounds in a row defeating Half-Step Heavenly Lords, my Dao Ancestor!"
"Severe Injury and on the verge of death, erupting in a desperate strait—this is true defying the heavens and changing one's fate!"
"Xu Ziqian! Xu Ziqian! Xu Ziqian!"
A miracle had been staged once more.
And it was a miracle even more tragic, even more soul-shaking than Just Now.
Xu Ziqian had used his own will to write another legend. Three consecutive victories over Half-Step Heavenly Lords—In This Myriad Sect Grand Competition, that could be considered utterly unique.
The only question was how far Xu Ziqian could go, and how many times Chen Fei could defeat Half-Step Heavenly Lords from below.
Just as Xu Ziqian once again created a miracle and set the whole arena boiling, inside another Training Ground, Feng Butong's battle also Attracted much attention.
His opponent was a Sword Cultivator from Heavenly Sword Gorge, who had likewise stepped into the Half-Step Heavenly Lord realm and was famed for his Heaven-Splitting Sword Art. His name was Dugu Jue.
Dugu Jue was as his name suggested: aloof and proud by nature, his swordsmanship unmatched in sharpness. He emphasized killing in a single strike; once the sword was drawn, there was no regret.
Both of them were Half-Step Heavenly Lords, and both excelled at offense. From the very beginning, this battle Were Filled With suffocating pressure and killing intent.
"Feng Butong, I've long wanted to experience your Dao Ruins Return to Truth." Dugu Jue's long sword left its sheath. The blade