All-Under-Heaven Platform was truly lively! Flame Banner snapped in the wind, Transcendents manifested, youths wept blood, prodigies cried out in grief.
The sorrowful mourned its sound; the hateful hated its name. Each had their own story, their own splendor.
Jiang Wang felt neither anger at being disrespected nor killing intent in the face of injustice. He stood alone upon the platform, like an outsider. He only wanted... to finish what he had to do.
Gong Weizhang and Zhuge Zuo were still waiting silently below the platform, properly preparing for the match. They were both fine children; this should have been their moment... But of course, they were still too young. The grand ambitions of adults were the true larger picture of the world.
The glorious moments of youth had to make way for a magnificent story.
Then they heard a voice—the voice of the Demon Sweeping Heavenly Lord—
"Can your heart remain steady?"
The voice asked again, "Can you still fight?"
They were actually going to finish the tournament as quickly as possible, before the Primal Chaos Evil Immortal returned.
Naturally, the prerequisite for a fair conclusion was that the contestants could remain undisturbed in such an environment and truly bring out their full strength.
Therefore, the referee needed to respect the wishes of both contestants.
Gong Weizhang lowered his eyes and pressed a hand to his saber. "May the champion be decided swiftly."
Zhuge Zuo had been quietly writing and drawing for quite a while. At this moment, he set down his slender, fine-haired brush, pressed its marks into starlight, and filled them into the book. Casually stuffing the thick volume into his ample shamanic robes, he slowly stretched. "The way of letters and arms lies in tension and relaxation alike. After watching a show for so long, being