Becoming an official deathmatch fighter proved that they had performed decently in the first three rounds. Otherwise, they wouldn't have chosen to continue down this path.
So the deathmatch fighters in the sixth round wouldn't have terrible talent.
Even if their talent hadn't been very high to begin with, after the deathmatches in the first few rounds, they would have managed to raise it to at least the teens or twenties.
That meant that with their decent aptitude, these deathmatch fighters wouldn't have much trouble joining an immortal sect.
Lu Bai estimated that quite a few deathmatch fighters would be mixed in among the participants at this Dao Commencement Assembly.
And that was exactly what happened.
Standing where he had a good view, Lu Bai scanned his surroundings and, sure enough, spotted quite a few floating titles.
His fingers itched. He couldn't help wanting to strike immediately and claim all those points.
Fortunately, Elder Wang didn't leave him idle. He took a voice transmission talisman out of his storage ring and handed it to Lu Bai.
"Lu Bai, take the disciples around the villa and help them get familiar with the place. I'm going to catch up with some old acquaintances. Let me know if anything comes up that you can't handle."
After giving his instructions, Elder Wang really did act like a hands-off manager, washing his hands of everything.
He left the Qingwang Sect disciples and quickly disappeared from Lu Bai's sight.
"Senior Brother Lu Bai, the direction Elder Wang went in... looks like the gambling hall."
A well-fed-looking Qingwang Sect disciple stared after Elder Wang, dumbfounded.
Fatty Feng knew Elder Wang didn't have the best reputation in the sect, but to toss out a couple of casual instructions and then disappear was a bit too irresponsible, wasn't it?