"What? Grand Elder An Qing agreed?"
"This... he's taking far too great a loss!"
"How could he agree? I thought he would at least propose some condition..."
Grand Elder An Qing's words were like a bomb exploding amid the crowd. Everyone looked at one another, all of them dumbfounded.
Nie Yun had clearly won first place in the previous competition, and his advantage had been so overwhelming. If it were written off, it would mean his results were reduced to nothing. How could he possibly swallow such a huge loss?
It was not only the crowd that was shocked. Grand Elder Xu Yang also grew anxious.
"An Qing, have you gone mad..."
Before he could finish, Elder Qiongya at his side tugged him, and then a voice transmission rang by his ear.
"Elder An Qing believes in Nie Yun's strength..."
"Uh..." Hearing this, Xu Yang, who had been somewhat agitated, suddenly recalled the information he had seen earlier and finally understood.
Right. With Nie Yun's strength, he would certainly win even if they competed. What was there to worry about?
"This..."
Grand Elder Chi Feng and the others had clearly not expected Grand Elder An Qing to be so accommodating. They exchanged glances, each of them feeling an ominous foreboding rise from the depths of their hearts.
"Don't overthink it. We helped Lu Qian conceal his strength. Once he fully unleashes it in battle, even I would find it difficult to withstand. I don't believe a mere Half-step Immortal Lord can defeat him. Just watch!"
Unable to figure out why Elder An Qing was so confident, Chi Feng, Youyi, and the others could only console themselves after brooding over it for a while.
"The matches will be decided by drawing lots. Eight people, divided into four matches. Those assigned to