Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those ten days, the six contenders stayed behind closed doors, devoting themselves to secluded cultivation. After all, not one of the six who had reached the finals was an easy opponent. If they failed to seize every moment, they might suffer a crushing defeat.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
"Today's the day the top six fight for the top three..."
"I heard five of the top six are at two-star Dou Xian perfection. But surprisingly, someone only at the two-star early stage managed to make it in too..."
"Seriously?"
"If someone at the two-star Dou Xian early stage can reach the top six, I could do it too..."
"Oh, get lost. What do you know? Don't look down on him just because he's at the two-star Dou Xian early stage. He defeated Feng Yu, one of the favorites to win this tournament. If you underestimate him, you might..."
"What?"
"Feng Yu? The Proud Son of Heaven whose fame rivals Muge's?" The Barren Arena was packed with a sea of people, numbering in the thousands, and noisy conversations rose incessantly from the crowd.
Most of these people were contestants who had already been eliminated. But the battle to narrow the top six down to the top three was bound to be spectacular, so they had come to the Barren Arena to watch.
"Brother Feng..." Hearing the incessant mockery around them, a pretty figure spoke softly, afraid of upsetting the man beside her.
"Zhu'er, it's all right."
"That Xiao Yan is very strong. And I keep feeling he's deliberately hiding something. If you face him, don't act rashly. If you can't beat him, there's no shame in conceding." Since his defeat at Xiao Yan's hands, Feng Yu's once-overbearing arrogance had subsided. No matter what