At three in the afternoon, in the Mythic Heavenly Capital of the Mythic Heavenly Palace.
The Mythic Heavenly Capital was buzzing with excitement. The morning's New and Returning Student Exchange had fired everyone up.
Some of the new students had even spent their lunch break frantically practicing martial techniques, seemingly eager to show what they could do during the afternoon's exchange.
As soon as the afternoon's New and Returning Student Exchange began, new students stepped onto the stage to challenge returning students, and the sounds of battle rang out without pause.
It was not until five in the afternoon that things finally quieted down somewhat.
"Brother Jun, it's been two hours already. Aren't you going up?" Li Tianshuai checked the time and frowned.
Throughout those two hours, Jun Wangchen had been resting with his eyes closed, looking as though he had no intention of stepping onto the stage.
"Yes, it's time." Jun Wangchen opened his eyes, and a sharp gleam of sword energy shot from them. Mo Long and the others beside him felt a surge of sword intent spread around them, seemingly capable of cleaving the heavens.
Under everyone's gaze, he took a single step forward and landed on the Tournament Stage.
"Fang Daosheng, ranked third in the Mythic Heavenly Palace, come fight me."
As soon as Jun Wangchen issued his challenge, everyone turned toward a man with an eerily striking appearance seated in the front row.
Fang Daosheng took a sip of tea and shook his head. "Choose someone else. You're no match for me."
"How can we know without a fight?" Jun Wangchen asked with a smile, unperturbed.
Fang Daosheng's expression remained unchanged. "There's no need to fight. You're not strong enough to warrant my intervention. Going up there would only waste my time."
Everyone exchanged glances,