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Matchmaking
The second-strongest expert from Cold Mountain Hidden Spring on this trip had fallen after being taken over through Soul Possession by an unknown Great Emperor.
Coupled with the appearance of the White-Browed Divine Monk, the Azure Spirit Convention's martial contest had completely changed in flavor.
That white-robed young man had never been one of Cold Mountain Hidden Spring's seeded contenders.
Yet the disciples of the Ten Million Great Mountains had already been shaken to their core. More importantly, among the Ten Million Great Mountains' Inner Disciples, nearly all of the strongest batch had died in that recent "unexpected change."
This made the battle seem as though it had truly become a friendly spar.
Whether they were Inner Disciples of the Ten Million Great Mountains or the white-robed youth from Cold Mountain Hidden Spring, both sides stopped at the proper point, without the slightest excessive action.
Though the flavor of the battles had changed, the time they consumed had not decreased by much.
The first twelve names alone took up more than half a day.
Only four people from the Ten Million Great Mountains entered the top twelve, while all the rest were disciples of Cold Mountain Hidden Spring.
Faced with such a scene, the disciples of the Ten Million Great Mountains did not dare harbor the slightest resentment.
Even the disciples of Cold Mountain Hidden Spring kept glancing toward the White-Browed Divine Monk, as though afraid he might become enraged.
Unfortunately.
The White-Browed Divine Monk truly seemed not to care in the least about their victories or defeats.
The moment all the battles ended.
Elder Bu flew into the air above the arena once more and said in a deep voice, "I can see that everyone seems to have lost