Xuanyuan Hong chose to step down and regulate his breathing, cupping his hands toward the Shushan Warship as well.
Chen Changqing nodded.
This Third Prince truly fought with clean, decisive efficiency, without dragging things out.
The next to take the stage was Shushan's Junior Martial Uncle, Lu Tian.
Lu Tian was Daoist Wuzhen's Gatekeeping Disciple. His early Tribulation Crossing cultivation was absolutely crushing among the younger generation.
He wore an ink-blue Shushan Inner Sect robe, a heavy sword strapped to his back, his steps steady and grounded.
No sooner had he taken his position than two challengers rushed onto the stage from opposite sides.
One was a black-robed cultivator from the Heavenly Gate, the other a vice hall master of the Sun-Moon Divine Cult.
The two had clearly coordinated in secret, intending to join forces and wear down Shushan's strength.
But Lu Tian gave them no chance to work together at all.
His heavy sword flashed out, and with the first move, he cleaved the Heavenly Gate cultivator's Magical Artifact in two.
With the second move, he turned and swept his blade sideways. The Sun-Moon Divine Cult's vice hall master, along with the stone slabs beneath his feet, was blasted to pieces and sent flying hundreds of zhang beyond the battle platform.
"Using the Tribulation Crossing stage to bully a Half-step Heavenly Monarch is a bit of an unfair victory," someone muttered quietly.
"What are you muttering for? The rules never restricted cultivation. Who told you to be inferior?" Monk Rujie stood aboard Tianyin Temple's warship, palms pressed together as he smiled brilliantly.
Lu Tian swept aside four opponents in succession, including an Ancient Dragon Clan remnant who was likewise at the early Tribulation Crossing stage. He still finished him in two moves.
Afterward, he let out a breath toward