Besides Tang Wen, Luo Xue, and Linghu Xue, the War Dragon Sect's contestants in this Dragon Ranking tournament included Feng Lingxiao, who had previously gone on a mission with Tang Wen. He had now reached the late fourth rank as well.
There was also Cui Jinggang, who had a shaved head and cultivation at the third-rank mid-stage.
All told, there were only these five.
Major sects such as Wudang, Shaolin, Qingcheng, and Emei each had nine or ten disciples competing. The War Dragon Sect looked decidedly shabby in numbers alone.
Thus, no one thought much of the War Dragon Sect's chances.
With poor results, no one would respect the War Dragon Sect even if it was a nation-protecting sect, because the Jianghu recognized only one principle: "The bigger fist speaks the hardest truth."
"Let me ask you, do you know what Elder Gui came here for?" Luo Xue asked through Secret Voice Transmission.
"Isn't he leading the team?" Tang Wen replied.
"Bullshit!" Luo Xue snorted. "He's here to compete too."
"Compete? Isn't he well over forty? He isn't eligible to challenge the Dragon Ranking." Tang Wen was taken aback.
"He's competing in the Earth Ranking tournament. Our War Dragon Sect's situation on the Earth Ranking is even worse.
"We don't have a single person on it.
"So Elder Gui has no choice but to shoulder the burden.
"The Earth Ranking tournament comes after the Dragon Ranking tournament. There won't be many contestants," Luo Xue said.
"Elder Gui should have reached transcendent grade long ago. Why didn't he compete in the Earth Ranking tournament before?" Tang Wen was somewhat puzzled.
"There are all sorts of reasons. Sometimes people are away on missions and can't get back.
"Also, for example, some people get injured on missions. If the Earth Ranking tournament happens