Shi Lan hadn't shown her true face, so no one recognized her.
"Who knows whether Shi Lan will show up today. If she takes the stage, the odds won't be very high, given her current ranking."
The bookmaker glanced at Shi Lan and replied casually.
Shi Lan was, after all, ranked twenty-seventh on the current Three Clans' Prodigy Ranking. Among the human race, she was in the top five. If she showed up today, she had a good chance of taking first place.
Hearing the bookmaker's reply, Shi Lan felt a little disappointed. She raised her hand, about to place a bet, when a sudden uproar erupted nearby.
"Tang You!"
"He used to be thirteenth on the Heaven Ranking! Even on the current Three Clans' Prodigy Ranking, he'd make the top forty!"
A dark figure flew off the arena and slammed into the light barrier. It was Liang Yi, the first to take the stage.
He had already passed out. A conspicuous saber wound nearly cleaved his chest open and killed him, but a wisp of pure light flowing out of the Emperor Mirror had protected his heart meridian.
Two middle-aged men came to Liang Yi's side and silently carried him away, without the slightest resentment.
For a martial artist, as long as their life source wasn't harmed, it wasn't a serious matter. There were always ways to recover completely.
Fairy Lan Meng stood on the arena, the long saber still in her hand. Another figure had appeared on the stage before her.
He was a young man who looked about eighteen or nineteen, wearing a silver-based robe and a gold-threaded jade belt patterned with spiders. His hair was perfectly neat, combed straight back. Beneath his brows, his golden eyes held a faint blue sheen. His aura was deep and