The next day, Ling Tian led the people of Lingxiao Pavilion toward the arenas. His clone, Yuan Teng, and Fairy Meng Shang had arrived early; they were on the defending side. According to the previous rankings, Fairy Meng Shang and the others had each found their own arena and were waiting for challengers.
Spotting Ling Tian from afar, Qiong Lie was curious. He sent out his spiritual sense. "Hey, Brother Ling, what's going on? By rights, he should be an official member accepting challenges. But what's with the look of him? It feels like he's planning to challenge us."
"Brother Ling isn't an official member yet," Ming Ye said. Seeing everyone's confusion, he smiled and explained, "Don't forget, Brother Ling never took part in the selection in the first place, so he..."
"Uh, this..." Blood Wolf was astonished. "But I heard leaders don't have to challenge anyone. Why is he..."
"Heh, isn't it obvious? He's trying to intimidate the others." Kuang Ao gave a strange laugh and looked at Li Yang and the others. "His people from Lingxiao Pavilion are going to challenge, and he's afraid they'll run into enemies who'll go hard on them. So he..."
At that, Li Yang's expression changed at once, though he muttered under his breath, "Hmph, there are nearly nine hundred of us. Ling Tian only has to defeat thirty people, so the odds of us running into him aren't high."
He said that, but his expression grew much more serious. It wasn't just him; even those with grudges against Lingxiao Pavilion looked grave. Quite a few began to waver and abandoned their plans to go after Lingxiao Pavilion's people.
Leaving Qiong Lie and the others to their discussion, Ling Tian and his group arrived outside the arenas.
Seeing Ling Tian lead everyone over,