If he could win several matches in a row, his reputation would be made.
Even if he lost after a streak of victories, it could be attributed to excessive mana consumption, rather than a lack of divine abilities compared to the victor.
For more than ten consecutive matches, newly advanced Taiyi Golden Immortals from renowned Human Race and Demon Race sects fought on the arena, displaying one astonishing divine ability after another.
Although relations had eased considerably, the Human Race and Demon Race had been mortal enemies since ancient times.
Half a day later, after another dozen or so matches, no one from the Phoenix Race, Qilin Race, or Witch Race had taken the stage, while several Dragon Race disciples had gone up to fight a few times.
At that moment, a member of the Witch Race landed in the arena and brought out a spear, wounding the defending Demon Race Taiyi Golden Immortal before standing there proudly.
The battles continued, but in Xuantian's eyes, they were nothing more than children playing house.
Though Xiao Lan was a woman, her comprehension of the Sword Dao allowed her to forcefully win fifty consecutive matches before finally being defeated.
In Xuantian's eyes, she deserved to be called quite good. After all, everyone present was exceptionally talented, and many with influential backers had received excellent training from childhood.
He had also heard about the Fire Cloud Sect. It seemed he should find an opportunity to visit. Among his own branch, only a few lacked talent, while Xiao Yan's branch had basically all been brought into Hong Huang by that brat Xiao Yan.
When the competition ended, none of the proper rewards were lacking. Xiao Lan had won third place, and Spirit Mountain Old Mother wore a delighted expression.
Life had not been