If Ling Tian's analysis was right, then the first cultivator to fight would be out of luck, because he was certain to die. That was why the Thorn Alliance cultivators' faces had all turned grim, especially those who would have to take the stage and fight.
But things had come to this point. If they refused to take the stage, the sect experts would kill them for disgracing their sect. That was a serious offense. Taking the stage at least gave them a sliver of hope; refusing meant certain death. They naturally knew which to choose.
"They can only blame their bad luck," Fairy Meng Shang said. Then her tone shifted. "Of course, they should blame themselves even more for hunting us down in the first place."
"It seems they weren't acting of their own accord. The higher-ups sent them," Fairy Sword Ji said. Then, remembering something, she couldn't help muttering, "It seems that apart from the Mo Family and the Heavenly One Path, the cultivators from the other three sects were all sent by their higher-ups. It's a shame Chi Xue was clever. He ordered the people hunting us to withdraw before Ling Tian made his oath, so now we can't openly hunt them down."
"They won't get away. We can't kill them all one by one right now, but we'll certainly have a chance later," Ling Tian said. A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, and his killing intent was like a blade.
Time passed swiftly. In the blink of an eye, more than a decade went by, and the date Ling Tian and the others had agreed upon arrived.
According to their original agreement, the three major sects could choose the format for their fighters: one-on-one duels or team battles. Ling Tian's side had the privilege of