Having received Yun Youyou's praise, Yang Tiancheng was delighted. He then turned to look toward the southern battle platform and chose an opponent.
Afterward, he selected a disciple from Imperial Sword Valley and defeated him with sound waves in the span of a few breaths.
That Imperial Sword Valley disciple was indeed no weakling, no inferior to the likes of Lin Huang and Yan Huo. He controlled seventy-two Destined Spirit Swords to form a powerful sword array, yet he was defeated in an instant.
That was because Yang Tiancheng's sonic power had become even more terrifyingly powerful than before.
The battles continued one after another, and only after more than ten hours did the second round finally come to an end.
Lü Gang, Lin Huang, and Tang Gu suffered no further defeats, as no powerful geniuses challenged them.
However, the disciples of the Dao Sect were defeated so thoroughly that they were left in utter disarray.
Originally, the number of participants in the martial meet had been even. Although Su Mo had joined, Mo Lang had withdrawn from the competition, so no one was left without an opponent in the second round.
"The third round of challenges begins!"
As soon as the brown-robed elder's words fell, the third round officially began.
Whoosh!
A tall figure flashed onto the battle platform. It was You Lang, the prodigy of the Howling Celestial Wolf Tribe.
The crowd was astonished. You Lang had actually taken the stage first—was he that eager to challenge someone?
"Su Mo, come down!" You Lang looked toward Su Mo, his gaze sharp as blood-red ferocity gleamed in his eyes.
"What? You Lang wants to challenge Su Mo?"
"Haha! He wants to stand up for Mo Lang!"
"Now this will be worth watching!"
"Su Mo will definitely lose. That purple