Baring Fangs

The battle for the mid-grade Dao Seed was even fiercer than Lu Chong had imagined.

More than a dozen Great Sages at the peak of Perfection charged ahead, while over a hundred ordinary peak Great Sages followed close behind.

Though they were weaker than those Great Sages at the peak of Perfection, they were unwilling to give up so easily. What if they got the chance to profit like the fisherman watching clams and snipe fight?

Lu Chong was even less hurried. He merely trailed far behind, searching for an opportunity to strike.

His targets were not only that mid-grade Dao Seed, but also any lone Great Sages—especially those from the Chu Zun Branch Dao Arena and Yellow Cloud Branch Dao Arena.

So long as a Great Sage from either of those two branch Dao arenas fell into Lu Chong's hands, not one of them could escape.

They did not even have the chance to discover Lu Chong's identity, much less send a message to their fellow disciples.

Under such circumstances, people from the two branch Dao arenas would often be following along when they suddenly realized that someone beside them had vanished.

But amid this tense scramble where everyone fought and snatched, they had no mind to spare for such matters. Instead, they felt that having one less competitor was better.

After all, the people from those two branch Dao arenas were not a solid slab of iron. Competition existed among them as well, and they only joined forces under certain circumstances.

There were only so many Dao Seeds to go around. No one wanted their own chance to be snatched away.

Thus, after more than an hour, of those who had entered from the Chu Zun Branch Dao Arena and Yellow Cloud Branch Dao Arena, only the two