"Don't think those little tricks of yours mean anything! I'm telling you, no one who crosses our Black Snake Sect ever comes to a good end!"
The pig-headed man roared.
Before he could react, however, a sudden sneeze sent him flying, and he soon vanished from sight.
Seeing a living, breathing man suddenly fly into the sky and disappear, the Black Snake Sect disciples were terrified and scattered in a panic.
Lan Yue had not said a single word from beginning to end, yet the entire group was already gone.
She looked at the Teng Snake Demon Lord, who had woken up at some point and sneezed impatiently, and was filled with emotion.
Sure enough, it took a real Teng Snake to put these people in their place!
She did not take the incident to heart and soon took her companions for a few rounds elsewhere.
So when the official competition came around later, she never expected that fellow to be so utterly deranged.
He would stake his own life just to bring Lan Yue down.
Three days later, the North Ridge Sacred Ground announced the competition format, and everyone eagerly awaited it.
Over the past several hundred years, the Second Elder had usually stayed behind at the Southern Spirit Sect to oversee its affairs. This year, however, was different. Not only were those members of the Devil Race gradually showing their tails, but there were also Lan Yue and the Protagonist Group to consider.
To protect these youngsters, he had made a special trip here as well, and he was the one who gathered information about the competition.
Of course, besides protecting the youngsters, he was also one of the competition's planners. Before the competition officially began, he could not say much.
Now that the competition had begun, there