Although they ultimately defeated the Thorn Alliance, it had been a narrow victory. Someone had nearly been captured alive. The people of Lingxiao Pavilion felt the pressure and realized their cultivation was too low. They couldn't help but sigh.
Ling Tian, however, didn't take it to heart. After this challenge, there would be almost no major conflicts for the next twenty thousand years. Lingxiao Pavilion's cultivators could use that time to improve their cultivation. Raising their level by one or two minor stages over such a long period would be easy for them, and some might even break through to the peak of the Saint God level.
The disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion had cultivated all kinds of secret arts, making them powerful among cultivators of the same rank—stronger, even, than the core disciples of the Nine Great Superforces. They were confident they could face most peak Saint God cultivators while still at the late Saint God level, let alone after breaking through to the peak.
Only six or seven cultivators from the three sects, including Heavenly One Path, still had to take the stage. Each sect had only two or three left, which meant Hua Min'er and the others wouldn't need to fight. Only Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang had to take the field.
The remaining cultivators from the three sects were all experts, but Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang now had the Mysterious Magnetic Sword Wings, along with all their other methods. Defeating them shouldn't be difficult. If necessary, they could fight a war of attrition—and Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang had a considerable advantage in that kind of battle.
"Alas, only two people are left in Huan Xin Pavilion. Even if they choose a team battle, only two of us will need to fight. I