For a time, the Shangxian Sect's side erupted in cheers, high-spirited and full of vigor. Looking back at the Profound Dao Sect's side, however, their morale had plunged into the depths.
If Zhang Hefei alone had lost, it might not have dealt them such a crushing blow. But with two losses, everyone felt that the Profound Dao Sect was bound to suffer defeat again this time. Before the battle had even truly begun, all hope had already been thoroughly snuffed out.
"Brother Sima, the people your Profound Dao Sect has chosen don't seem like much," the cold-looking old man leading the Shangxian Sect said with a sinister chuckle, his mockery impossible to miss.
Sima Cheng could only feel helpless at this sight, yet there was nothing he could do. He forced himself to say, "Don't be in such a hurry, Yang Yun. This is only the first round."
"Hehe, then I'll wait and see what the second round brings. I wonder what marvelous trick Brother Sima has up his sleeve," the old man named Yang Yun said, bursting into laughter.
Sima Cheng's expression was tense as he selected another person from among the True God Stage experts.
"Wen Long, you go. Crush the Shangxian Sect's arrogance!" Sima Cheng shouted.
This man named Wen Long might not have possessed much more imposing presence than the first contestant, but his aura was still noticeably stronger. As he stepped onto the stage, people at least began to sense a sliver of hope.
Next, Sima Cheng began selecting the second person to take the field.
His gaze fell upon Yang Chen once more. It was not because he thought highly of Yang Chen, but because Daoist Qiangong did. Daoist Qiangong had once said that Yang Chen should not be underestimated merely because he was