Let the Banquet Begin!

In the center of the continent, a giant city stood tall.

Before the Heavenly Fragrance Inn, figures bustled about.

Wanderers and martial artists from all walks of life jostled shoulder to shoulder, packing together into a tight crowd.

Yet... not a single person spoke.

Everyone tilted their heads back, their gazes fixed upon the Heavenly Rankings, standing dumbstruck like wooden chickens.

The street fell utterly silent, and the drop of a needle could be heard.

"Freshly baked hot flatbreads! Step right up and don't miss out!"

A hawking cry suddenly rang out, waking the crowd from their stupor.

Glances shifted away, turning toward the youth in coarse hemp clothes by the roadside, glaring at him with angry eyes.

Jiang Lei flashed a sheepish smile, shaking his flatbread basket to signal them:

"Good heroes, would you like to buy a flatbread? They only cost thirty liang of silver each..."

"Get lost over there!"

The crowd angrily rebuked him in annoyance, ignoring him as they cast their gazes back toward the Heavenly Rankings.

After a brief silence, sounds of shock and doubt rang out.

"Could the news on the Heavenly Rankings be wrong?"

"Nonsense, when has Heaven's Secret Pavilion ever been wrong?"

"Sigh! Those old seniors had foresight after all! The pugilistic world is about to be drenched in blood and storms once more."

"What storms and blood, this is a monstrous wave of carnage!"

"The Three Gates, Four Factions, and Five Gangs have already been destroyed, leaving only the Two Sects now!"

"Not necessarily. The sects were destroyed, but Heaven's Secret Pavilion didn't say whether those Outer World Celestials died at the hands of the Lingtian Sect."

"The Human Ranking prodigies of various factions are still on the road without a trace. I reckon something major is bound to happen at