Ancestral Fiery Thunder

Now, of the five matches, three had already passed. The Daoist sect had won two and lost one.

Next, it was the Daoist sect's turn to send someone out.

"Junior Brother won this round, so the two of us will have it easy from here on." Sa Shoujian chuckled. "No matter what happens next, we'll be able to win one more round.

"There's no need for further words. Let this fourth match be mine."

"Then I'll trouble you, Daoist Brother," Lin Lingsu said casually.

Sa Shoujian nodded, then flew out of the awning and landed in the arena.

Ling Qing's divine light had been far too intimidating, and they had lost two matches in a row.

When Cai Jing and the others saw Sa Shoujian, they decided to abandon Li Yan and send Liang Shicheng out instead.

That way, they could at least ensure another victory. Even if they won only two out of five rounds, they would not lose too disgracefully.

Sa Shoujian did not mind this at all. On the contrary, he was delighted.

His Five Qi had already formed, and he was only one step away from returning to the Origin and attaining Spirit Transformation.

This was the perfect chance to throw caution to the wind. If he could seize the opportunity to break through, it would be cause for celebration.

And if he could not, with his fellow Daoists guarding him from the side, no danger would arise.

An opportunity to contend with an Earth Immortal was rare indeed.

"Greetings, Daoist friend!" Sa Shoujian cupped his hands and bowed to Liang Shicheng.

"Begin." Liang Shicheng flicked his wide sleeve and clasped his hands behind his back.

Seeing him act so arrogantly, Sa Shoujian did not grow angry.

He immediately formed a hand seal with one hand