Deer Strength Immortal's smile stiffened slightly.
He felt it.
The aura emanating from this man.
It was not mana.
Nor was it pressure.
It was something... purer than mana.
Killing intent.
Pure, condensed killing intent, without the slightest impurity.
It was not the intent to kill someone.
It was a will.
A will that declared, I will not retreat.
Deer Strength Immortal took a deep breath.
He suppressed the trace of discomfort in his heart.
Then come up.
Let me see just how steadfast your Dao hearts are.
Two figures ascended the hundred-zhang platform at the same time.
One on the left, one on the right.
They sat cross-legged.
Their eyes closed.
They did not move.
The contest officially began.
The remaining members of the Preaching Squad all watched the scene before them.
In their eyes, Sha Wujin had forged a supreme heart of slaughter. In a contest of seated meditation, victory was naturally his for the taking.
Besides, the so-called high platform was only a hundred zhang tall. There was simply no way it could shake Sha Wujin's killing heart.
Still, Little White Dragon's earlier experience weighed on their minds.
Somehow, they all felt that something unexpected would happen.
However.
Just as Little White Dragon had said, Deer Strength Immortal and Sha Wujin were both seated atop the platform for this meditation contest. If anything went wrong, they should be able to compare the two and discover something.
The hundred-zhang platform.
Clouds and mist swirled around it.
Two figures sat cross-legged.
One on the left, one on the right.
They were not far apart.
Wind blew up from beneath the platform.
It stirred Sha Wujin's robes.
It stirred Deer Strength Immortal's fly whisk.
Other than that, there was no movement at all.
An absolute silence.
The people below tilted