A day passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Wen stopped what he was doing and let out a long breath of stale air.
Upon closer inspection, anyone would notice that the feeling he gave off had changed.
The sensation was mysterious, yet it existed tangibly.
"Seven days are up. Within this limited time, your strength has improved to the greatest extent possible."
"Next comes your grandest stage."
Xian Hongshao spoke leisurely.
His grandest stage?
He did not see it that way.
If they were talking about the grandest stage, it would have to be the arrival of the Great Contention Era.
Compared to that, even the Mandate Temple assessment half a year from now would rank higher.
That was the true holy land of cultivators.
Even he wanted to make a trip there.
But Xian Hongshao was not wrong either.
Setting aside those future matters, the most important thing now was to face the Inner City disciples in battle.
This was the first real punch he would throw at the Inner City.
There was a saying that put it well.
Throw one punch to open the way, and spare yourself a hundred more punches.
If more punches came, then he would keep fighting and keep killing.
Even if he killed until heaven and earth turned upside down, he would fear nothing.
With that thought, he finally put away the turmoil in his heart and headed toward the entrance.
At that moment, outside the formation entrance.
Jiang Zhanlei was still waiting.
To him, the seven days were already up.
Under normal circumstances, they would depart tomorrow.
The agreed battle this time would still take place at the previous Grand Arena.
The news he had just received said that the Inner City had already been thoroughly stirred into an uproar.