Outside the Secret Realm, Elder Li stood with dozens of other elders, their eyes fixed on the scene within.
What unfolded before them left them dumbstruck, as though countless wild horses were stampeding through their minds.
The scene was simply too bizarre, far beyond anything they could have imagined!
Every previous Sect Grand Competition had been fiercely contested, but none had ever descended into such utter chaos.
Everyone traded punches and kicks, locked in a tangled brawl. Some even unleashed magical treasures and spells, filling the air with dazzling light and surging force. If things continued like this,
they probably would not even be able to hold the later rounds, because this melee alone would be enough to determine the top hundred.
Elder Li could not help glancing at the hourglass in his hand. There was still well over half an hour left.
Irritated, he grabbed the wine flask beside him, tipped back his head, and took a huge swig.
Yet when the long-awaited flavor of fine wine failed to reach his tongue, he frowned-the flask was already completely empty!
Unwilling to give up, he shook the flask, trying to squeeze out a little more, but only a few scant drops emerged.
"Damn it! Gone already? I'll have that little brat send me another few dozen vats of good wine later!"
Elder Li cursed indignantly.
That seemingly ordinary little flask actually held a secret: filled to the brim, it could contain a full hundred vats of exquisitely mellow wine!
Normally, he could hardly bear to put his treasure down and kept it with him almost constantly. Now he could only stare longingly at it, lamenting that he had no heavenly nectar left to enjoy.
Elder Li felt as though he were sitting on needles. Once his craving for wine