The situation with the Challenge Ranking had left the faces of everyone from the Eternal Hall and the Outsider Alliance dark.
The competition was clearly supposed to be between six factions, yet it seemed to have split into two camps.
The Three Hidden Sects were having a grand time playing among themselves, while the two other factions had been assigned to the Miracle Treasure Pavilion.
The only good news so far was that the Miracle Treasure Pavilion had already won seven matches, meaning seven people had finished competing, with only three left.
As for the Eternal Hall and the Outsider Alliance, at most three more poor souls would be unlucky enough to get picked. Everyone else could escape unscathed.
"Please don't let it be me. It absolutely cannot be me."
"I haven't lived long enough yet. Please, don't let it be me!"
Everyone silently prayed that they wouldn't be the poor, unfortunate soul chosen next.
But the moment Mu Yunyao appeared on the arena, everyone from the Eternal Hall and the Outsider Alliance immediately went pale.
It was over!
The reaper was here!
The poor soul from the Eternal Hall was already standing on the arena.
Seeing Mu Yunyao across from him, the unlucky man wore a bitter expression.
"If I surrender now—or say I'm defecting to your side—would it still count?" he asked awkwardly.
"Sorry, you're a little too late."
"Huh?"
"Y-you don't have a sacred weapon either?"
"So what if I don't?"
At those words, the unlucky man instantly brightened. Chen Changan was a freak, but he didn't believe Mu Yunyao was one too.
How many freaks could the Miracle Treasure Pavilion possibly have?
"Well... looks like I'm pretty lucky after all."
"You..."
Thud!
Before the unlucky man could finish speaking, Mu Yunyao's fist slammed into his head.