Heaven-Piercing Peak.
The Training Plaza.
"Go on."
Ye Xuan patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder.
The slap wasn't hard, but it was like flipping a switch.
Zhang Xiaofan shuddered and hugged the golden Firewood Stick in his arms.
As if it were his only lifeline, he shuffled toward the arena, looking back every few steps.
"Seventh Senior Brother, I'm going."
His expression was so tragic, you'd think he was going to sacrifice himself to fill the sea.
Ye Xuan found it rather amusing.
The kid had a top-tier magical treasure in his hands. Why did he look like he was going to his death?
This Firewood Stick had been specially refined.
Its main material was Soul Seizing iron. Though it still looked every bit like a Firewood Stick,
its color had been refined to a dark gold, and it now carried a faint, weighty pressure.
Unfortunately,
to anyone who didn't know its worth,
it was just a broken stick painted gold.
"That silly kid from Great Bamboo Peak is up again?"
"Hey, he's pretty lucky to have made it to the top eight."
"This match looks bad for him. His opponent is Tian Yun from Luoxia Peak. I hear he's already at the seventh level of the Yuqing Realm, just one step away from the eighth."
"..."
The chatter from the crowd buzzed like a swarm of flies.
Nobody thought Zhang Xiaofan stood a chance.
Even though he was the biggest dark horse in this tournament.
After all, a dark horse was called that because it didn't look like a good horse.
Zhang Xiaofan stood on the arena, his palms slick with sweat.
Across from him stood a young man in the robes of Luoxia Peak.
He was tall and handsome, with a scarlet immortal sword in hand. Heat seemed