A Good Show

A Fine Show

Amid the crowd, Zhang Sanxian expanded the precision of his mind's eye perception to its utmost limit.

All so he could sense the auras of every expert from every sect and school at this martial arts convention.

With his peerless talent, merely relying on these people's auras was enough for him to unravel the mysteries of their martial arts.

However, Zhang Sanxian had no intention of using these "gains" to create any new techniques.

The various methods he possessed were already sufficient.

He merely needed to temper the hundred scriptures in the furnace, continuously deepening and strengthening them.

At that moment, Qin Hongyu, leader of the Ironclad Alliance, rose to her feet. Her clear voice drowned out the clamor of the entire venue: "Fellow members of the martial world, we have gathered in Screen Sea City today not for old grudges, but for the great calamity at the northern border. Northern Di's State Preceptor Ba Wulie and his disciple Bo Geyu have proclaimed that they will shatter the backbone of our Central Plains martial world— I hope you will cast aside past enmities, discuss a grand plan together, choose an alliance leader, and join forces against this powerful foe!"

Once she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the venue instantly turned grave.

The title of Northern Di's State Preceptor was like a great mountain, weighing heavily upon everyone's hearts.

Yun Feiyang was the first to speak, his voice as cold and sharp as a sword. "Everyone, Hanging Sword Pavilion cannot shirk its duty in this matter. If Ba Wulie's disciple dares cause trouble in the Central Plains, I will ensure he comes but never returns!"

As he spoke, a chilling Sword Qi burst forth from his body and shot straight into the clouds, drawing astonished looks and exclamations