"I'll do it!"
"If you need someone to make up the numbers, I'll do it!"
"I'll join too!"
At once, three martial artists spoke up from among the crowd. Their figures flashed, and they arrived on the dueling platform. However, they did not move to the very center of the platform. Instead, they stood at the edge, ready to retreat at any moment!
"Thank you, three junior brothers." Qin Tang clasped his fists and smiled.
The three smiled faintly without saying anything.
But the instant they stepped onto the dueling platform, it shook violently as a formation swept across it.
The formation activated, and the battle officially began!
The moment the formation activated, the three martial artists who had come up merely to make up the numbers clasped their fists toward Lin Bai and the others in salute, then jumped off the dueling platform!
"The formation has activated!"
"The battle between sword cultivators has begun!"
The martial artists below the platform grew feverish, their eyes shining as they stared at the platform.
The eight Quasi-Holy Sons on Divine Peak also held their breaths in anticipation.
In the ancient city, Gu Daozhi, clan head of the Gu Family of the Eastern Courtyard, smiled faintly.
At the Eastern Continent Academy, Lan Ling took a jug of fine wine from his Storage Bag and watched the projection in the lake with a broad grin.
Every martial artist paying attention to this battle turned their gaze toward it at this moment.
The instant the formation activated on the dueling platform.
Gu Jianfeng opened his eyes, and an utterly domineering sword intent spread out like a storm.
On Qin Tang's body, the powers of four intents—blazing fire, fierce wind, dripping water, and earth—unleashed themselves in full.
Ji Yun smiled faintly. He drew a blade as