The Second Tournament

The tournament soon officially began.

The fifth-turn disciples of the three peaks were all preparing. Most were older, and some looked to be in their forties or fifties. Clearly, it had taken them years of grueling cultivation to break through to the Marrow-Piercing Realm.

Li Xiao stood at the edge of Flying Cloud Peak's Arena, his gaze sweeping over the other two peaks.

The disciples of Iron Wire Peak were mostly lean and sturdy, with fists like iron and steady steps.

The disciples of Azure Wave Peak had a softer air about them. Wisps of moisture seemed to flow around their bodies, and their steps were as light as if they were treading waves.

After looking around, he came to a conclusion.

He really was the youngest one there.

What left Li Xiao somewhat helpless, though, was that he could plainly feel quite a few gazes landing on his bald head at the same time.

His face was still handsome and refined.

But a head without a single hair was simply too conspicuous in a crowd.

Some people whispered among themselves, others struggled not to laugh, and several female cultivators in the viewing stands openly covered their mouths and giggled.

Feeling those gazes, Li Xiao reached up and rubbed his smooth scalp. He gave a wry laugh inwardly, but could only pretend nothing was wrong.

The bouts at Iron Wire Peak began first.

Almost all of Iron Wire Peak's fifth-turn disciples practiced Iron Wire Fist. Once onstage, their fists whistled through the air, and the sound of True Qi colliding rang out without pause.

Most were in the Marrow-Piercing Realm. The disciples in the Marrow Birth Realm had not taken the stage; the Sect's rules were clearly strict on that point.

The threshold for becoming a Candidate Saint Son was