Heaven-Piercing Peak.
After the commotion.
Cloud Sea Plaza fell into an eerie silence.
Though the aftereffects of the Divine Sword Thunder Control True Art had faded.
The air still seemed to carry that scalp-prickling smell of scorched electricity.
Everyone's gaze kept drifting toward Great Bamboo Peak.
The young man called Ye Xuan was leaning against the railing, looking bored. He had somehow produced a green fruit and was crunching away at it.
It was as if the one who had blocked the heavenly thunder just now had been someone else entirely.
"Seventh, just now..."
Song Daren swallowed and came over to ask, but he didn't know where to begin.
"Senior Brother."
"Don't ask. If you do, the answer's luck."
Ye Xuan casually tossed the core over his shoulder. It traced an arc before dropping into the Sea of Clouds.
"I wanted to keep a low profile, but my strength wouldn't let me."
Song Daren was at a loss for words.
If anyone else had said that, they would've been showing off.
But why did it sound so irritating coming from this kid?
On the high platform.
Dao Xuan Zhenren withdrew his gaze and cleared his throat.
His voice, bolstered by his powerful spiritual energy, rang across all of Heaven-Piercing Peak.
"The first two matches are over, and the disciples have spent a great deal of energy."
"Lu Xueqi in particular, though victorious, was injured."
"To ensure fairness, the final match will be postponed for an hour."
As soon as he said this.
A buzz of voices rose from the crowd below.
It was only reasonable.
After all, that last Divine Sword Thunder Control True Art had nearly split the arena apart.
Starting the match right away would've been unfair to Lu Xueqi.
Qi Hao stood not far away, dressed in