He Pingsheng returned to the Dragon Platform, with Ling Zhiwang accompanying him.
On the Dragon Platform, matches were underway in almost all ten formations.
He Pingsheng did not watch the matches. Instead, he extended his Divine Sense slightly toward the Dragon Stele beside them.
The Dragon Stele no longer displayed the top hundred.
It showed only ten places!
First place: Tian Jiashen! Second place: Ascetic True Person! Third place: ...
He Pingsheng frowned.
Previously, Liang Huaqiu had held first place.
Why couldn't he even see her name now?
Fortunately, he finally found Liang Huaqiu in ninth place.
Good grief. The former first-place holder had fallen to ninth?
"The Elder Princess actually dropped to ninth? That's quite a fall!" He Pingsheng looked astonished.
"Yes..." Ling Zhiwang said. "Princess Qinghe is under considerable pressure. Almost every day, someone challenges her. She's even been pushed out of the top ten three times!"
"I have to say, the competition really is fierce!"
"Why?" He Pingsheng asked. "Wasn't she in first place?"
"No!" Ling Zhiwang said. "Previously, the rankings on the Dragon Stele mostly consisted of disciples native to the Imperial Capital. Very few cultivators from the major commanderies in remote regions would come all the way here just to compete for a place on this so-called Dragon Stele!"
"This time is different!"
"Because, win or lose, every cultivator participating in the Nine-Nation Grand Tournament has a chance to go to the Mystic Sect Holy Land, [Tawenian Mountain], to hear teachings on the Dao. That's why the geniuses from all the major commanderies have come!"
"When geniuses exchange blows, the contests are naturally on a whole different level!"
"So... the Elder Princess..."
He Pingsheng nodded. "I understand!"
In that case, the Elder Princess's combat prowess was still exceptionally formidable.
Considering that the Great