"The Great Visionary Art!"
An elder below the stage was visibly shaken. The spectators also began asking around about the origins of this Great Visionary Art. Suddenly, the whistle sounded. Its shrill blast made everyone want to cover their ears, and the waves Zhang Jianxiu had sent crashing out shattered in an instant.
Zhang Jianxiu still wanted to fight back, but a great saber came to rest against his neck. His face fell, and he clasped his hands toward Tao Jin. "Senior Brother Tao, your reputation is well deserved. Zhang has lost." At once, the screams from below the stage nearly rang through the clouds. Tao Jin, dressed in white as pure as snow, had become a sensation.
"Remarkable. To comprehend the Great Visionary Art to such a degree is truly remarkable. Congratulations, Brother Daohan, on finding such a fine disciple," Wu Zhongce said with a genial smile, as though Zhang Jianxiu, who had just lost, were not a disciple of the Qingxing Sect at all. He was a model of grace.
Zhang Daohan smiled. "It's nothing, it's nothing. All right, you two, enough. Tao Jin has already taken the stage, so it's time for you to bring out your trump cards. Will Jian You go, or Mu Jinlin? Let's make this quick." The moment Zhang Daohan finished speaking, Tao Jin began calling them out from below.
"Mu Jinlin, Jian You, I've been waiting for you. Come at me together." Tao Jin's gaze was clear and cold, his voice low and somber. The female cultivators below erupted in frenzied cheers, shouting for Mu Jinlin and Jian You to take him on together. Only then, they cried, would the match be worthy of Tao Jin's peerless bearing.
In a flash, two figures stepped onto the high platform. One wore an ink-wash-colored