One Kick Cripples a Heavenly God? I'm a Remnant Again

To save their own skins, the sect masters of the Eight Prefectures of Yunzhou had no choice but to agree to Lin Yi's condition—using all the resources of the eight prefectures to rebuild Tianshu Pavilion.

At the competition venue, the sect masters of the eight prefectures, frozen stiff like roly-polies, trembled as they made this promise before all the participants.

Lin Yi had subdued the well-prepared sect masters of the eight prefectures with thunderous methods. His strength was self-evident.

As a disciple of Tianshu Pavilion, he had achieved such results. Tianshu Pavilion's continued existence was entirely justified.

However, Lin Yi's actions had drawn the dissatisfaction of the guests from the other three continents.

Although the four continents of Xiangwu Star had their conflicts, when something happened, they still had to stand together.

The Yunzhou Grand Competition had two purposes.

First, to completely wipe out Tianshu Pavilion in a legitimate manner and force it to hand over the [Tianshu Qijing].

Second, to determine the most outstanding disciple among the eight prefectures through martial competition. The sect to which that disciple belonged would replace Tianshu Pavilion as the sole pavilion guarding a continent, assisting the Martial Emperor in governing Xiangwu Star alongside the pavilions of the other three continents.

"Young friend, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

"We have all witnessed your strength. You have already proven yourself. With your talent and power, you could easily receive a recommendation from our three great pavilions to cultivate under His Majesty the Martial Emperor, perhaps even become the next Martial Emperor. Why lower yourself by remaining a disciple of Tianshu Pavilion?"

Looking at the utterly suppressed sect masters of the eight prefectures, the disgust on Crimson Hair's face was no longer concealable. He was an elder of Chixiao Pavilion, one of the three great pavilions.