At the Mystic Immortal Realm Tournament Plaza, the disciples of that realm were somewhat fewer in number, but the place was still a sea of people, with cheers and applause rising in wave after wave without end.
Ying Ming Hao finally managed to squeeze his way to the front. The disciples here were utterly crazed, as though possessed.
So many of the sect's universally acclaimed goddesses and heartthrobs were on the Martial Platforms. Their dazzling presence shone like brilliant shafts of light, impossible to ignore. It was hard not to go wild.
Lin Zihan, Lin Qinqin, Lin Yong, Lin Hao, Jiang Lingfeng, Zhang Ze, Qi Qing, Qing Yu, Lin Qi, and the others were all on the Martial Platforms, holding positions among the top thirty. Like moons surrounded by a host of stars, they drew countless adoring disciples.
Luo Bai, Luo Junhang, Liu Quer, Zhao Wei, Xu Xiu, Zhao Xu, Yu Huohuo, and the others were up there too. They had all achieved quite impressive results and were basking in the crowd's tidal waves of cheers.
Luo Junhang now seemed like an entirely different person. His former high spirits and graceful bearing were gone, replaced by a melancholy expression. It was as though an untangleable knot lay in his heart, a heavy bank of dark clouds pressing down until he could barely breathe.
There were also the gifted Heavenly Prodigies who had entered the Misty Sect in the same intake, such as Luo Shuihan, Su Mei, Lin Hai, Meng Wanting, Wang Teng, Jun Mo, Su Qingyu, South Mountain, and Mo Chenxi. They all held positions among the top twenty on the Martial Platforms, shining like brilliant stars.
These people had practically swept the top thirty positions, and there were many other exceptionally powerful disciples as well. This year's Mystic