Thirteenth Contest: Three Leaves vs. Zang Cangsheng!

"How outrageous!"

"This is bullying beyond all measure!"

A Sword King who had yet to take the field flew into a rage. "I'll go!"

"Even if I die, I'll still poke a few holes in him! We Sword Cultivators would rather break than bend—how could we endure such humiliation?"

Before he could finish, the Top Three forcibly held him down.

They sighed softly. "Do not act rashly."

"Knowing death awaits and still charging in is the act of a reckless fool."

"But are we really going to let him be so arrogant, shouting provocations before our ranks?"

"Of course not."

"For this battle, we admit—"

Before they could finish.

Zang Cangsheng chuckled and spoke again. "Why is no one taking the field yet? Could it be that the Sword Qi Great Wall has no one left?"

"You called it the Thirteenth Contest, yet you cannot even gather thirteen people?"

"If that is the case..."

"Then it seems your Sword Qi Great Wall is nothing much after all."

"You should disband sooner rather than later. The Three Thousand Continents are destined to be ruled by my Lihentian!"

His words instantly made the blood of every Sword Cultivator on the Three Thousand Continents' side boil. All of them wished they could rush onto the stage, tear apart his mouth, and cut him down beneath their swords.

But Zang Cangsheng truly was too powerful.

How could it be easy to defeat him?

The crowd was fired up.

Yet utterly helpless.

The Top Three were suffering from a terrible headache as well.

At this moment, if they forfeited and admitted defeat, it would deal far too great a blow to their side's morale.

But if they sent an Immortal King onto the stage to die...

Sigh.

What a difficult choice!

"This is trouble."