Disdain

In truth,

that crushing defeat had cost Cen Yuantong dearly, and he had long since come to hate Shen Changchuan.

These past few days,

whenever he had the chance, he had whispered poison into the ears of the other Dao Seeking Society members,

hoping to take his revenge that way.

Unfortunately, Shen Changchuan had not come to the Immortal Sect during that time, and the other Society members had needed to prepare for the tournament. Nothing had come of it.

Now,

the tournament had arrived,

and every faction had gathered here,

including Shen Changchuan, who had become a thorn in Cen Yuantong's eye and a splinter in his flesh.

With such a perfect opportunity,

Cen Yuantong naturally could not resist stirring things up.

He wanted to avenge the heavy losses Shen Changchuan's victory had inflicted on him!

"Enough. If we face each other later in the tournament, I'll teach him a proper lesson."

Xuan Tianxing waved a hand, cutting Cen Yuantong off.

"In the Immortal Sect's inner sect, strength is what speaks in the end."

"Rest assured. After this tournament, no one will dare act insolently before us again!"

Xuan Tianxing shifted his indifferent gaze away from Shen Changchuan and looked toward the crimson figure on the distant raised platform.

Shen Changchuan was hardly worth his attention.

Because of the Society's dealings with him, Xuan Tianxing had heard that Shen Changchuan had recently slain a Spirit Wandering Realm expert despite being at a lower realm.

But

how formidable could a country bumpkin with a little luck really be?

He had accomplished that feat only because he possessed a Jade Talisman containing a full-power strike from his master, who was at the Peak Spirit Wandering Realm.

In fact,

among the many Out of Body Realm prodigies present,

if they faced a