Seeing how the Heavenly Realm Gate performed, the weaker teams quickly retreated farther away. After all, we were considered one of the top sects in the southern reaches, and having taken the first kill so forcefully, we were bound to make our enemies tremble.
That gave me time to look over the performances of the Cleansing Dust Immortal Sect and the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect. But I would never have guessed it—one look, and I was stunned. The strength of these two sects was absolutely not weak. The Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect's abilities were beyond question, but the Cleansing Dust Immortal Sect's performance made Li Tianjing outside the arena turn pale.
The Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect was unquestionably a crane standing among chickens. Positioned in the south, they had charged into a group of weaker teams like a tiger entering a sheep pen, eating whichever one they pleased. The disciples of one team knew they had little chance of placing, so naturally, each of them approached it with the mindset of sparring, hoping to show their ideal performance.
However, putting on such a performance was easier said than done. The moment they came into contact with the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, sword techniques as dazzling as shooting stars flashed wildly. The disciples were so busy staring that before they could even react, a barrage of sword arts blasted them straight out of the arena!
At that, even Zhao Qingyang, Chen Ting, Zhao Yue'er, and the others turned to look at me, seemingly hoping to see the same astonishment on my face.
"Hehe, their individual abilities are all very strong." I smiled, but Zhao Qingyang hurriedly said with a bitter expression, "Boss, you can't just praise them! They're heading this way!"
Of course I had seen them too. After all, Yin