Cheers erupted across the arena. The disciples of Flying Peak could barely contain their excitement.
Since their patriarch had founded the sect, Flying Peak had ranked among the foremost of the eighteen branches, yet Cloud-Reaching Peak, Dragon Head Peak, and Dragon Fang Peak had always overshadowed it.
Flying Peak had known glory, too. It had once stood atop all eighteen branches.
The reappearance of a successor to the Hidden Light Primordial Talisman Sword Classic meant not only that the peak's long-lost supreme art would live on, but that Flying Peak would reclaim its former renown.
On the contest platform, Chen Shichen's figure suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving Yuan Shujian alone.
This was no ordinary trick of the eye. His aura and form had dissolved completely into the void. Even the Dragon Head Peak disciples below, straining their eyes, could find no trace of him.
In the viewing stands!
Nie Qingzhu knitted her elegant brows and circulated her magic power. Only then did she make out three hazy figures of Chen Shichen.
She sighed inwardly. In an age teeming with prodigies, even an elder could not help feeling outmatched.
In recent years, extraordinary talents had sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain, whether on Mount Fangcun or among the orthodox and demonic paths.
This generation of Fangcun disciples, moreover, was hailed as the finest in six hundred years.
There was a successor to the Heaven-Slaying Sword-Draw Art, a disciple who studied the Hidden Light Primordial Talisman Sword Classic, and one acclaimed as the Heavenly Mansion Star descended to earth.
A great cultivator had once predicted that this age's prodigies would be as countless as grains of sand in the Ganges, driving forward an era of great contention.
Chu Qiu and Elder Nian had reached the Dragon Court Realm. Though they