The next day, when Wu Xuantian leisurely arrived at the arena, the other three matches had already begun.
With fewer contestants remaining, the eight arenas had been reduced to four.
Lu Xueqi faced Zhang Xiaofan, Wu Xuantian faced Lin Jingyu, Qi Hao faced Wen Min, and Zeng Shushu faced Chang Jian.
Facing the elder whose face had turned blue with anger, Wu Xuantian gave an ingratiating chuckle and hurried onto the arena.
He won just as quickly again. He caught the fiercely incoming Zhan Long Sword between two fingers, then flicked it with a bent finger. Lin Jingyu, at the sixth level of Yuqing, was sent flying off the arena by the rebounding force running through the blade—another instant defeat.
After several days of matches, every one of Wu Xuantian's battles had ended in an instant defeat.
Over these past few days, he had also become the hottest favorite to win the championship, without equal.
At the same time, after a full day, the results of the quarterfinal matches were decided.
The final four were Wu Xuantian, Lu Xueqi, Qi Hao, and Zhang Xiaofan.
Of the four, Zhang Xiaofan was the greatest dark horse.
On the arena, the four stood side by side, with Sect Leader Daoxuan and Cangsong, the head of Longshou Peak, standing before them.
A smile hung on Daoxuan's face. There was no sign at all that he was dissatisfied with Tongtian Peak, the main branch, having been completely wiped out in this tournament.
Below the stage, nearly a thousand Qingyun Sect members gathered together. Seated in the front rows were the heads and elders of the various peaks.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Qi Hao stood relaxed and elegant, Lu Xueqi was cold as frost, Zhang Xiaofan was wooden and nervous, while Wu Xuantian