Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The Martial Arts Plaza.
A deathly silence held for a full three breaths.
Then, like cold water poured into boiling oil, the crowd erupted.
"He... he won?"
"That Firewood Stick snapped Senior Brother Chang Jian's immortal sword?"
"Cheating! This has to be cheating!"
"What kind of magical treasure can smash an immortal sword in two?"
"..."
The discussion surged like a tide, mingling incredulous cries with sour skepticism.
Daoist Cangsong shot to his feet. The armrests of the Grand Tutor Chair beneath him crumbled to dust in his grasp, and wood shavings pattered to the ground.
He glared at Zhang Xiaofan, who stood onstage looking utterly bewildered, his gaze so vicious it seemed he might devour him.
Tian Buyi had his eyes closed, but his ears were sharp. Every word around him tickled him just right.
He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Cangsong with feigned surprise, and spoke unhurriedly.
"Senior Brother Cangsong."
"This chair belongs to Heaven-Piercing Peak. If you break it, you'll have to pay for it."
"What, is Dragon Head Peak so wealthy that a little money like this means nothing to you?"
That jab had hit the mark perfectly.
Cangsong's face twitched. He snorted, swept his sleeve, and strode away without bothering with any pleasantries.
Dao Xuan Zhenren shook his head with a wry smile and looked deeply toward Great Bamboo Peak.
That Fatty Tian had finally let out all the pent-up frustration he'd been holding for centuries.
But he said nothing.
Even though Chang Jian, who had just lost, was a disciple of his Heaven-Piercing Peak,
Dao Xuan still didn't take the matter to heart.
After all,
his most prized disciple hadn't competed.
As long as Xiao Yicai didn't lose, Heaven-Piercing Peak hadn't lost face.
The next four matches were exciting too.
But