Candidate Saint Son

Arrestor Zhan's figure disappeared around a bend in the mountain path on Returning Origin Peak. He still strode with great, sweeping steps, his golden robes snapping in the morning wind.

But the instant he rounded the bend and passed out of everyone's sight—

His face suddenly paled. He clutched his chest, and a mouthful of blood surged up his throat, splattering several dark-red blossoms across the stone steps.

He staggered and only managed to steady himself by bracing against the rock wall beside him. Looking back toward the Three Origins Sect's grounds, his eyes filled with shock and apprehension he could not conceal.

He had dared to attack Li Xiao so brazenly on the Three Origins Sect's territory because the seventh-turn Divine Arrestor of the Six Doors had finally emerged from seclusion.

With the Divine Arrestor backing him, he had gained enough confidence to stir up trouble in the Three Origins Sect.

Yet a casual strike from the Three Origins Sect Master had driven him back more than ten steps and inflicted internal injuries—that was clearly power far beyond that of an ordinary sixth-turn cultivator.

He lowered his head and muttered to himself, his voice hoarse with disbelief:

"Could... could his strength really be only at the sixth turn?"

He fell silent for a moment, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and hurried down the mountain without looking back again, his retreating figure somewhat bedraggled.

Meanwhile, the bouts on Returning Origin Peak were still underway.

Li Xiao stood on the arena platform with the Po Jun Bow in hand. He slowly turned and aimed his arrow at Yang Shaohua.

He drew the bowstring slightly. True qi slowly gathered at the arrowhead, with the faint sounds of wind and thunder swirling around its tip.

Yang Shaohua had just