The aftermath of Li Songyun's death swept over them like a tidal wave, then vanished as swiftly as a rainbow.
It was as though none of it had ever happened.
The Evil Moon Sect had not flown into a rage, nor had it explicitly demanded that the truth be investigated.
Everyone felt that peace had been restored, but in the hearts of certain people, gloom had begun to pile up.
As the ruler of the Evil Moon Thousand Provinces, the Evil Moon Sect had suffered the assassination of one of its disciples within its own mountain gate. Such a humiliation was utterly disgraceful, and the Evil Moon Sect would never endure it meekly.
The reason the Evil Moon Sect was holding back without taking action was surely because it had other plans.
After a day's rest from the tournament, the Dao God-level matches began once more.
Early morning.
Liu Fuyun brought the many disciples of the Eternal Devil Sect to the Martial Arts Arena and sat in the place reserved for their sect.
Liu Fuyun looked relaxed. He even joked, "If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be able to conclude the Evil Moon Grand Feast after today's matches. You don't need to be discouraged, either. We did run into Wind and Snow Villa, after all. It's only natural that we weren't their match."
After their crushing defeats in the Dao Venerable- and Dao Immortal-level matches, the disciples of the Eternal Devil Sect were gloomy and dispirited.
The Evil Moon Sect's tournament was a kind of "group" competition, not a series of one-on-one battles.
It assessed a sect's overall strength and the potential of its future prodigies, rather than the strength of a single martial artist.
In this kind of tournament, one person being strong did not count as strength. Only when