"If nothing unexpected happens..."
At this point, Fairy Lingyue paused, then looked down toward the Sword Platform before continuing:
"If nothing unexpected happens, this man should be Lin Qingnu, another clone formed after Taihao Sect Master Lin Qinggu underwent corpse liberation."
Hearing this, Xu Taiping followed Fairy Lingyue's gaze with a look of astonishment.
He then saw a slender young man in blue robes, with a head of white hair, walking slowly toward an empty seat below the Sword Platform.
Even from so far away, the pressure emanating from the white-haired, blue-robed young man still battered Xu Taiping like waves, one after another.
Soon, not only Xu Taiping and Fairy Lingyue, but also the cultivators watching from the stands were jolted to attention by the terrifying pressure emanating from the young man.
Then a cultivator cried out in alarm:
"It's him! It's Lin Qingnu, Lin Qingnu of the Taihao Sect!"
Lin Qingnu's arrival pulled the attention of the cultivators in the stands straight back from the Spirit Mirrors.
At the same time, quite a few cultivators, unable to withstand the pressure emanating from Lin Qingnu, collapsed unconscious to the ground.
Because of this, for the first time, the Nine Prefectures had to activate the protective barrier laid out over the stands before the match had even begun.
This reduced the effect of Lin Qingnu's pressure on the surrounding cultivators.
At the same time, from the Spirit Mirror on Xu Taiping's table came the almost boastful call of a Taihao Sect disciple named Ye Feiyu:
"Junior Martial Uncle Qingnu cannot yet freely control his own pressure. He can only seal away seventy percent of it, so we ask for everyone's understanding."
These words immediately sent an uproar through the cultivators in the surrounding stands.
For if Ye Feiyu's words were true,