To Decide the Victor, Not the Fate

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Martial Arts Arena had been built against the mountain, with cliffs on three sides and the sect's main hall facing the last.

Seats for spectators had already been set out by the edge of the arena.

They were called spectator seats, but in truth they were only a few chairs and a small side table. A teapot and two teacups sat on the table, so simple it was almost plain.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat and gestured for the servants to move another chair to a spot not far from his side, leaving it for Yang Guyun.

When Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun walked into the Martial Arts Arena under the guidance of the reception disciple, Chen Xin was already standing quietly at the center of the field.

He wore blue robes, held an ancient sword horizontally, and had his eyes slightly closed.

The halo of light around him seemed to be blocked three feet away by some invisible force, unable to truly touch the hem of his clothes.

It was not a defense he had deliberately released, but a barrier formed by Sword Intent spilling out naturally.

Zhou Qiubai stopped at the edge of the field.

That Sword Intent grew even denser.

Level ninety-seven. One step away, yet it was a heavenly chasm countless Title Douluo could not cross even after spending their entire lives trying.

Once crossed, it was another world entirely.

One had to know that above level ninety-five, each step was a chasm. Compared to ordinary Title Douluo, they were two different concepts.

Even Chrysanthemum and Ghost, those two Title Douluo, had been stuck at level ninety-five for a very long time.

And in Spirit Hall, only those above level ninety-five were qualified to be called worshipers, which