Time flew, and news of Little White Tiger swept through the entire Hundred Broken Mountains like a tornado.
Many cultivators had learned that Little White Tiger and Li Zizai were going to duel at the Treasure-Splitting Cliff to decide the victor.
Flying eagles pierced the sky, and hovering swords sped onward.
Along the road to the Treasure-Splitting Cliff, cultivators could be seen everywhere, riding birds or controlling precious artifacts as they surged forward in a mighty procession.
"So many people!"
"Are they all going to watch the showdown between Little White Tiger and the Heaven Mending Pavilion?"
A cultivator from the Primordial Divine Mountain spoke to his companions behind him when he saw so many cultivators traveling the same way.
"Little White Tiger of Xiling Beast Mountain has already announced that he's holding a disciple of the Heaven Mending Pavilion and wants Li Zizai to come."
"He's clearly setting a trap for Li Zizai and waiting for him to jump into it."
"Although Little White Tiger was defeated in an instant last time, he must have made thorough preparations this time. There's bound to be an earthshaking showdown."
"Battles like this are rare even in the outside world. Naturally, everyone wants to take a look."
A man sitting cross-legged on a bird's back, his entire body shrouded in black robes and flickering runes, spoke after some thought.
What he did not mention was that many people were heading there not merely to watch the excitement, but also to fish in troubled waters.
He kept that to himself, however, intending to give these youngsters more opportunities to temper themselves and discover the dangers on their own.
Excitement immediately shone in the youth's eyes at those words. Looking around, he saw tens of thousands of people.
A duel before so many witnesses,