"What?? He was completely crushed throughout the entire fight?"
"How was that possible? He was a Half-Step True Essence Realm expert, and a former True Disciple at that."
"Even if his injuries had damaged his foundation, he couldn't have been crushed that easily, could he?"
As news of Xuantian Du's defeat spread,
disbelieving voices rose among the disciples of the Dao Origin Sect.
Meanwhile, within the Gold Spirit Lineage,
inside a pavilion,
a burly middle-aged man with hair like a lion's mane sat cross-legged on the floor.
He held a slip of paper in his hand.
Naturally, it bore news of Xuantian Du's defeat.
Reading it, the man raised an eyebrow.
Then his lips curled into a disdainful sneer. "Heh. Xuantian Du really has gone downhill with age. To think he lost to some young outsider."
"Then again, that wound nearly cost him his life back then."
"With an injury that damaged his very foundation, he could hardly enjoy the glory he once had."
As he spoke, the man crushed the paper to dust with his true astral energy.
He looked up at the seemingly empty shadow before him. "Does the Pulse Master have any other instructions?"
At his question,
the darkness ahead remained unchanged.
Yet a voice emerged from it. "The Pulse Master says you must approach this fight with caution. You must secure that position."
"Do not repeat the reckless mistake you made back then."
"After all, the Pulse Master was the one who declared that this position would be up for grabs."
"If those people take it, it will have no small impact on the Pulse Master and the Gold Spirit Lineage."
Hearing this,
the middle-aged man showed no change in expression.
But when he spoke, his tone was earnest. "I know what's at stake. Tell the