For a moment, once they came to their senses, the crowd had no time to think about anything else. They grabbed the Dao Students around them and dragged them along in a "better you than me" scramble, splitting up and running from both sides.
A few minutes later, as the crowd in front of Bai Yi dwindled, all that remained before him were the eliminated Dao Students, sighing in regret, some even in tears.
"There's only one left..."
Bai Yi looked around, calmed the Spiritual Power within him, and fixed his gaze on the lone red dot on the radar map.
With each blink, the red dot abruptly jumped dozens of meters.
Moments later, a young man appeared before Bai Yi, dressed entirely in white with not a speck of dust on him. His black hair was neatly arranged in a scholar's bun, lending him a scholarly air, and he held a Bamboo Flute in his hand.
"I am Tingyuan Chen Yixing. I'm afraid you'll have to stop here."
"Bai Yi of Qing River. I'd be glad to try."
Bai Yi wore a faint smile as the auras of the Heart-Questioning Sword and the Azure Immortal Sword steadily rose.
Hearing Bai Yi's reply and seeing the two Flying Swords, a glint passed through Chen Yixing's eyes.
Bai Yi of Qing River was renowned among the twenty families, after all. Those families had kept close ties for many years.
They knew most of what their peers were capable of, aside from their trump cards.
But as for this Bai Yi of Qing River, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, they had no clues at all.
"Wonderful. I never thought I'd run into Bai Yi of Qing River here."
Chen Yixing let his Qi Refining Eighth Layer aura show in full.