"Ah-!"
"Amitabha! Since when did you people from the Azurefall Profound Gate become so despicable? Merciful Buddha!"
"Merciful, my ass-!"
Amid Liang Baitong's resentful, unwilling curses, Shi Miaozhen blasted him into a deep crater, hammering him over and over until he finally fell silent, unable to resist any longer.
Shi Miaozhen strutted around the arena before giving Meng Yuheng a thumbs-up from the stage.
Without the tactics Meng Yuheng had provided, she might not have been able to defeat Liang Baitong. After all, he was a minor realm ahead of her, and neither the quality of his Dharma Form nor his supernatural arts was inferior to hers.
When both fighters stood at the pinnacle of combat strength among Immortal Sect Heavenly Prodigies, victory sometimes came down to a few unexpected little tricks.
The Azurefall Profound Gate won a resounding three-to-one victory. With no chance for a tiebreaker, the Cicada-Chiming Ancient Temple was eliminated outright. Animated conversations rose throughout the spectator stands.
As one of the top three sects, the Cicada-Chiming Ancient Temple had rarely failed to enter the Top Four Dragon Gate Tournament. This year, despite having a top Heavenly Prodigy like Liang Baitong, they had actually fallen in the quarterfinals.
All one could say was that Liang Baitong really was somewhat frivolous and rash. His temperament was nothing like that of a Buddhist Sect disciple.
In the Cicada-Chiming Ancient Temple's seating area, a gaunt old monk with a long beard sighed silently, but never opened his mouth to speak.
This was Liang Baitong's master, Chan Master Heichi.
A large, fat monk beside him spoke as though interpreting for him. "Liang Baitong is fated to suffer a romantic calamity. He must experience a setback because of it and cleanse his own nature before that calamity can be dispelled. It will