Before the gates of the Thousand Martial Hall, the Battle of Heavenly Prodigies began once again. All the martial artists were thrilled—they were about to witness history again.
"Old man, I once thought the Blood Demon of years past was arrogant and outrageous enough. Fortunately, I lived until now and learned that there is always someone better. Xu Yan is far more arrogant than the Blood Demon."
An old man sighed emotionally.
Xu Yan was the first person to block the gates of the Transcendent Spirit Sect and issue a challenge.
"How exciting!"
Half of Cui Huayu's body had leaned out from the palace entrance. He held a handful of spirit beans, tossing them one by one into his mouth as he watched the battle about to erupt with excitement.
On the arena, Xu Yan's figure shot into the air. The Thousand Martial Hall's prodigy did the same. After all, if they fought on the arena, it would collapse instantly under the strain.
Naturally, the Thousand Martial Hall's prodigy did not care if the arena collapsed. Unfortunately, it was too close to the gates of the Thousand Martial Hall, and the aftershocks of the battle would spread there.
Thus, he rose into the air with Xu Yan and fought him in midair.
"Xu Yan, a mere Rogue Cultivator, actually dreams of challenging the Thousand Martial Hall's superior sect. Who gave you the courage? You will surely die today!"
That prodigy's aura surged as blade light blossomed. His strength was far greater than that of the five prodigies from before.
"Is this one of the prodigies from one of the Seven Sects, the Hundred Blades Sect?"
"Yes, it's him. I never thought his strength had already reached such heights."
Many martial artists recognized the prodigy who had attacked. He came from