Clang!
Just then, a bell rang out, echoing throughout the entire Demon Suppression Tower. It signified that this Sacred Land Grand Competition had ended, and everyone had been eliminated, Xia Ping included.
In order to avoid exposing his strength, Xia Ping had voluntarily conceded upon reaching the twentieth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower. Otherwise, the fact that he, with only Immortal Realm cultivation, could contend with—or even kill—ancient demons would be far too shocking if it got out. It would draw the attention of countless Saints among the myriad races of the heavens.
If there had been benefits to it, he would not have minded revealing his true strength. But there was no benefit whatsoever—only a great many drawbacks, possibly even inviting enormous trouble. There was simply no need for that.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
At that moment, all the disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land and Dark Hall were teleported out of the Demon Suppression Tower, returning once more to the square of the Primordial Sacred Land. Quite a few of them had suffered serious injuries.
Although the Demon Suppression Tower could ensure they did not die, these had been real battles after all. Moreover, those demons hated humans to the bone and struck with killing intent from the outset, so injuries were unavoidable.
Still, they were merely minor injuries that would heal after some time.
But no one was concerned with such trivial matters now. Their attention was all on Xia Ping, who had advanced to the Immortal Realm. No one had expected Xia Ping, who had entered the sect only a year ago, to silently advance into the Immortal Realm.
It was simply too astounding. They found it difficult to believe such a thing was real.
Especially those who had made wagers with Xia Ping—they gritted their