Compared to the deep-seated hatred in the original story, Lin Dong was much more carefree now.
With Lin Dong defeating Lin Langtian, the first round of battles had come to an end.
"Since the first round has yielded its results, let's begin the second round immediately."
Liu Tong of the Yuan Sect was below, announcing the progression of the competition.
At the same time, Qing Tan and the others noticed a ripple of spatial fluctuations coming from nearby.
"Brother Fu Ye, it seems someone is coming."
"Mm. Things here are quite interesting, but none of you need to make a move later. Just sit here and watch the show quietly."
"Huh? We're not making a move? I have a feeling those old grandpas here can't beat them."
Fu Ye and Qing Tan had not tried to hide their conversation, so the super sects from the Eastern Xuan Region nearby had all heard it.
"Little Friend Fu Ye, what did you mean by what you just said?"
Wu Dao, the deputy hall master of the Dao Sect's Desolate Hall, looked at Fu Ye in confusion.
"You'll find out soon enough. This year's Hundred Dynasties War should be quite interesting. In any case, do your best."
Fu Ye's words left Wu Dao and the others utterly baffled, but just as Tang Si had said, they soon learned what he meant.
"The second round will be the same as before. Opponents will be decided by drawing lots."
Just as Zhou Tong was explaining the rules, a strange, sinister laugh drifted over from nearby.
"Hehe. There's no need for the battles to continue. We've almost grown tired of waiting!"
A terrifying pressure belonging to a Life Profound Realm expert descended upon everyone's hearts. Zhou Tong of the Yuan Sect, Wu Dao of the Dao