He would not be fighting in this battle, yet they had to win. So he looked at Qin Wuyan.
This man's cultivation was formidable, and he was skilled with poison. Even he could fall victim to it if he was not careful.
"Qin Wuyan, you're up!"
Time passed quickly, yet the battles were thrilling. All twenty matches ended within five days.
The orthodox side won twelve matches, while the Demonic Cult won eight.
Although the Ghost King was thoroughly dissatisfied, the orthodox side simply had too many talents.
Shenzhou was thus broadly divided into two vast regions.
As for how the nations established within them would be divided, they had long since discussed it. A competition would be held among young disciples under two hundred years old. For each of the top twenty contestants, their sect would send an expert to supervise and oversee a nation for fifty years. Once the time was up, another competition would be held.
If, during their governance, a nation's strength, its people's quality of life, or its level of order declined severely, those sects would lose their chance to participate in the next competition. They would have to wait another fifty years for another opportunity.
Liupo Mountain. With the tournament concluded, the powerful figures all paid homage to Azure Heaven, praying for its witness and the Dao Ancestor's witness.
"Azure Heaven bears witness, the Dao Ancestor bears witness. The Orthodox-Demonic Tournament has concluded, and the territories have been divided!"
Zhang Xiaofan and the Ghost King led the experts of their respective sides, their voices ringing out as they bowed in unison.
"Rumble..."
The clouds exploded apart. Winds surged and clouds churned, golden light blazed, purple qi came from the east, and countless auspicious clouds formed into the shape of a human figure.
"Granted."