"Brr, it's freezing!"
"Damn it, we've been waiting for an hour and a half, haven't we?"
"Definitely. It's been overdue for ages already. I don't think Ba Zunan is coming..."
Around Lingyu Mountain, amid the biting wind and snow, several thousand figures had begun to grow restless.
These people came from all across the Five Domains, and their auras were exceedingly powerful. Most had arrived while waiting; there were ancient sword cultivators and spirit refiners alike, with average combat strength above the Throne Dao Realm.
Only those at the Throne Dao Realm or above, who considered themselves somewhat capable and able to protect themselves, dared appear on the frontlines.
By now, quite a few had secured good positions and opened Palm Apricot and Golden Apricot transmission screens to relay the live battle situation throughout the Five Domains, whispering among themselves.
The viewing numbers on the various transmission screens numbered in the hundreds of thousands, even millions.
As for people like Matchmaker, who had made a name for herself earlier, temporarily hired a Demi-Saint expert as a guard, and forcefully returned to Lingyu Mountain, the live viewer count on her Golden Apricot transmission screen had already exceeded eight digits.
But whether on site or watching through the transmission screens, the greater the spectators' expectations, the greater their disappointment. "Why hasn't he shown himself yet?"
Matchmaker muttered, "The Eighth Sword Immortal, or Master Shou... either one would do..."
Everything was ready but the east wind.
The situation had grown this oppressive, this deadlocked, this agonizing.
Whether Saint Slave or not, everyone had been drawn to Lingyu Mountain, willingly or unwillingly.
It was as though all the driest firewood in the Five Domains had been piled upon Lingyu Mountain. If even the smallest flame fell upon it, it would not merely crackle—it would