At the foot of Cuiyun Mountain, the human voices were a boiling cauldron.
Thousands of Azure Province cultivators gathered, their gazes burning as they stared intently at the huge array light curtain suspended in mid-air.
On the light curtain, runes flowed.
Names were leaping and arranging themselves at high speed, finally locking into pairs of opponents to fight.
This drawing of lots is actually somewhat intelligent—
Chu Fan looked up at the glittering light curtain, lost in thought.
He casually patted the conspicuous dust on his cyan robe, the wretched traces left behind when he had "landed" just a moment ago.
He first waved at the Seven Star Gang crowd, then turned and followed the cold-looking Xiao Ziyi beside him toward the Demon Suppression Bureau viewing gallery, not far from the Seven Star Gang.
The Demon Suppression Bureau was the official strongest violent organization, so its location was naturally premier.
Demon Suppression Envoy Leng Qingqiu was not wearing armor today, draped instead in a dark-colored cloud-patterned cloak as she personally presided over the center.
Beside her, several Demon Suppression Captains with deep auras and a throng of elite Demon Suppression Guards stood in solemn silence, their aura grim.
Yet when the gazes of this group touched Xiao Ziyi, Chu Fan, and the dejected Shi Hao walking toward them, the grim atmosphere instantly broke.
The corners of several colleagues' mouths curved slightly, wearing half-smiles as they tried their utmost to endure their schadenfreude.
These three hadn't even started fighting yet, but they had taken a massive tumble in full view of the crowd, looking battered and bruised as they instantly became the "alternative" focus of the entire arena.
The Xuanyuan Secret Realm Tournament had clouds of powerful experts, so becoming famous like this was truly not easy.
Leng Qingqiu's indifferent phoenix