Seeing Lu Jingchuan, the crown prince of the Zheng Kingdom, swiftly defeated as well, the Side Hall seethed with undercurrents.
More than twenty disciples from the various factions sat within the hall. All were core disciples of their sects, and out in the wider world, they would have been considered heaven's favored children.
Precisely for that reason, few cultivators here could thump their chests and guarantee that they could defeat all those challengers in succession, let alone with such ease.
Although these were sparring matches, they were also a succession of battles. One had to clear each pass and cut down each general, just like the heroes of the mortal world.
Lu Jingchuan put away his mystic artifact and returned to the Side Hall. Once he had taken his seat again, someone asked him about Jiang Yang's true abilities.
At the question, he merely wore an inscrutable expression and shook his head mildly.
"I cannot say, cannot say... If you are curious, fellow Daoist, you may go and experience it yourself."
His royal father had warned him again the moment he left the platform. How could he speak out of turn now? Thus, no matter how the others questioned him, his expression remained unchanged.
"Tch, putting on airs and playing mysterious. You're just another defeated opponent."
Unable to learn anything, the man flicked his sleeve and left.
On the western side, a gray-robed cultivator lounged half-seated, half-reclining, holding a jade cup with his brows tightly furrowed.
"He only just entered Foundation Establishment, yet he defeated two opponents in succession, one of them at the middle stage. Are Sword Cultivators really that powerful?"
"Obviously. That was sword essence! Didn't you see? Even the successor of the Golden Edge Dao Lineage, a fellow Sword Cultivator, was beaten into laughter..."
"Sword lunatics, after