Xuanyuan Hong chose to step down and catch his breath. As he did, he cupped his fists toward the Mount Shu Warship.
Chen Changqing nodded.
The third prince certainly fought with crisp efficiency, never dragging things out.
Next onto the platform was Mount Shu's Junior Uncle Lu Tian.
Lu Tian was Daoist Wu Zhen's final disciple. His cultivation at Early Tribulation Transcendence put him among the young generation's absolute top tier.
He wore a dark-blue Inner Sect Daoist robe and carried a heavy sword on his back. His steps were steady.
He had barely taken his position when two challengers rushed onto the platform, one after the other.
One was a black-robed cultivator from the Heavenly Gate; the other was a deputy hall master of the Sun Moon Divine Church.
The two had clearly arranged things in private, hoping to wear down Mount Shu's fighting strength together.
But Lu Tian gave them no chance to coordinate.
His heavy sword came down. With the first move, he split the Heavenly Gate cultivator's magic treasure in two.
He turned and swept with his second move. The Sun Moon Divine Church's deputy hall master was blasted hundreds of yards off the platform, while the stone slabs beneath his feet shattered.
"Someone at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage bullying a Half-Step Heavenly Monarch? That's hardly a fair victory," someone muttered.
"What are you muttering about? The rules don't limit cultivation. Whose fault is it that you're weaker?" Monk Rujie stood aboard the Heavenly Sound Temple's warship, palms pressed together, grinning broadly.
Lu Tian swept aside four opponents in a row, including a remnant of the Ancient Dragon Clan who was also at Early Tribulation Transcendence. Even that fight took only two moves.
When he was done, he let out a breath toward Mount Shu.
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