In the military camp on Dali's border, a large stretch of ground had been cleared, and an arena platform over a meter high had been built in the middle.
Many people already stood around it. There were members of major Jianghu sects and lone experts, the weakest among them Grandmasters. The Dali Duan Clan had the most people present, numbering in the dozens, many of them bald.
After Lin Lang arrived, Reverend Yideng came forward with his people to greet him. "Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming, we'll be relying on you shortly."
If Lin Lang lost, their best-of-three arena contest would become a joke.
Even if the Dali Duan Clan escaped complete annihilation on the spot, they would certainly be driven out of Dali and fall into decline.
Lin Lang smiled faintly. "Rest assured, I'll win. Just make sure you don't lose."
Reverend Yideng pressed his palms together. "Against Silver Dragon Song Lu, this old monk will not lose."
Duan Zhengming, the emperor of Dali, breathed a sigh of relief. That would be ideal. With two victories, there would be no need for a third fight.
Suddenly, Lin Lang spotted two familiar faces in the crowd. He knew that wherever there was excitement, that man was bound to appear.
Lu Xiaofeng smiled at Lin Lang, then said to A'Fei beside him, "See? I knew the Dali Duan Clan would invite Lin Lang. I just don't know how he dares to fight the Heavenly Saber."
A'Fei stared at Lin Lang. "I feel as though his sword techniques have improved again. This fight certainly won't disappoint."
In A'Fei's eyes, Song Que might be the world's most powerful saber expert, but Lin Lang's sword techniques were hardly weak. His speed was especially astonishing, his body was immensely powerful, and he possessed many Divine