The chaotic scene soon divided into clear-cut camps.
Feng Qing'er, Mu Qingluan, and Tang Ying stood apart from everyone else. No one dared approach them, leaving an empty zone around them. With Wang Chen dead, one of the previously secure top four spots had opened up, making the competition all the fiercer.
Though Lin Yan had been saved, he voluntarily left the arena and relinquished his right to compete. Watching Xiao Yan sit beside the five Venerables, chatting and laughing freely, he felt grateful, but also somewhat wistful.
Sure enough, once he entered the eastern sea, he transformed into a True Dragon, unstoppable.
They had once stood side by side purely because they were classmates. Now that they had gone their separate ways, each had returned to the place where he truly belonged...
"Thunder Venerable, that disciple of yours is quite useful..."
Xiao Yan glanced down at the arena. Feng Qing'er stood with her arms folded across her chest, her colorful skirt fluttering, a trace of an "invincible" sovereign's bearing on her breathtakingly beautiful, aloof face. He chuckled as he addressed Lei Lin beside him.
"..."
Lei Lin's eye twitched. He was about to fly into a rage, but then noticed the Yellow Springs Venerable beside him, head hanging, utterly deflated. Recalling the mysterious Young Woman in Green beside Xiao Yan, he forcibly suppressed his anger and retorted with feigned indifference, "Naturally, someone taught by the Wind Lightning Pavilion is exceptional. If Sect Master Xiao were willing to join our Wind Lightning Pavilion, your future achievements would certainly not stop here."
"Oh? With your Three Thousand Lightning Movement, which crawls along like a tortoise, or that 'Wind-Killing Finger' of yours that can't hurt a fly?"
Xiao Yan picked a spirit grape from the jade platter and tossed it into his