Momentum shattered

A year earlier,

In a certain tranquil space,

Ethereal immortal energy lingered, while layer upon layer of the Great Dao's resonance rippled like shimmering waves, spreading through the void.

Xuan Tianxing knelt on a White Jade Meditation Cushion, his face pale. His fingernails dug deep into his palms, and blood trickled between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.

"Cousin, I can't accept this!"

Xuan Tianxing bowed his head and growled at the figure before him.

"Lin Wushuang is one thing. As a direct descendant of an Immortal Sect Old Ancestor, he was personally trained by a Mystic Core Realm True Person from childhood, and he mastered the power of Blazing Sun True Intent before I did."

"If I lost to him, I could at least just about accept it!"

"But what the hell is Shen Changchuan?! A country bumpkin who stumbled into some dogshit luck! He's nothing but a disciple some failure expelled from the Immortal Sect took in out in a mountain backwater. He hasn't even comprehended and mastered true intent, so what makes him worthy? What could he possibly have to rely on to defeat me?!"

"I refuse to accept it!"

Xuan Tianxing's face was filled with bitter, uncomprehending resentment!

Even now, when the tournament had already ended,

And Shen Changchuan had even defeated Lin Wushuang in the final match to claim first place,

He still could not accept that reality!

At that moment,

Xuan Tianxing clenched his teeth so tightly that a trace of blood seeped from his gums.

He could hardly have reacted otherwise.

For Xuan Tianxing understood himself very well.

His talent and comprehension did not rank among the best in the Immortal Sect's inner sect.

Never mind comparing him to the very finest—

Even among the inner sect's twenty strongest disciples, his talent and