The martial arts arena.
Jiang Ning withdrew his gaze, thoughts racing through his mind.
"Master Kuhai of Vajra Temple's Scripture Pavilion is certainly generous!!"
Naturally, he was not naive enough to believe that Kuhai was merely being polite.
Though he did not know what had prompted the old monk's visit today, he understood that it could not be as simple as it appeared on the surface.
As the abbot of Vajra Temple, Kuhai's intentions were surely not so simple.
Taking the initiative to show goodwill and inviting him to the Scripture Pavilion—perhaps Kuhai wished to forge a favorable bond for Vajra Temple.
This was not simply Jiang Ning being overconfident.
Having come this far, he knew that his strength no longer feared any martial artist in the world.
He could contend with those so-called second-strongest-under-heaven experts.
Only Yellow Heaven Daoist still left him uncertain.
Because Yellow Heaven Daoist, like him, had also walked the immortal path to the realm of a Primordial Spirit Immortal.
In this regard, neither the master of Clear Void Monastery nor Kuhai had reached that step.
As for the martial path, whether it was the master of Clear Void Monastery, Kuhai, Ji Xuan, or Yellow Heaven Daoist, all of them had gone very, very far—far beyond ordinary first-rank experts.
But exactly how deep and how far, there was no way to measure.
Still, he was certain they were all much of a muchness.
Of the previous five second-strongest-under-heaven experts, he had already crossed hands with three.
Though they had not fought to the death or gone all out, he could roughly gauge their strength.
Without a life-and-death battle, they would most likely be evenly matched.
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Ning turned toward the people at the edge of the arena. "Everyone, the ceremony isn't