We won.
That's right, we won.
Even though Qiao An looked a little pale, the victory was an undeniable fact.
Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect won decisively, securing a crucial victory in the final round after a nine-game losing streak.
The other elder from the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, with a meaningful look in his eyes, exhaled a breath of relief and looked at Cao Zhengyang, slowly saying, "Not bad, you are. We've known each other for so many years, and even I was almost fooled by you. You really are a master of deception..."
As for the other Upper Six Peaks, the number of prodigies they've received this year is probably just like this.
"Does Ximu Peak have the ambition to advance further and replace one of the top six?" the elder inquired in a low voice. "We've been friends for so many years, and you've kept it from me? That's really not fair. Besides, what's there to hide? If the sect leader knew, he would only support you. Old Cao, you're really good at keeping secrets."
Little did they know, Cao Zhengyang was also in a state of complete bewilderment.
no...
They are from Ximu Peak?
Is this still their Ximu Peak?
Others might not know, but how could he not know? Where on earth did Ximu Peak get so many geniuses?!
Although he did not preside over the disciple-acceptance ceremony at the time, Cao Zhengyang knew from reports by his disciples that Ximu Peak had not recruited any capable people and could not possibly have so many prodigies.
There's no reason for one's own disciple to hide anything from them.
So, what exactly is going on?!
The expressions on the faces of those from the Purple Firmament Palace were not good.
They thought victory was within reach and proceeded steadily, but unexpectedly, a sudden setback occurred, breaking their winning streak for no apparent reason.
Although it wasn't a big deal, it still made people feel uncomfortable, and as a result, the people who watched the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect became even more annoyed.
Xiao Ni's defeat was both within their expectations and unexpected.
Although Xiao Ni cannot be compared to the other prodigies of their Purple Firmament Palace, in this arena competition where only a portion of the sects can gather, there should be no one who can defeat Xiao Ni.
Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect...
They are indeed formidable rivals!
but...
The elder of the Purple Firmament Palace slowly narrowed his eyes, his tone revealing little fear of defeat, only a hint of displeasure. "So what if your Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect won?"
He scoffed.
"This legacy ultimately belongs to our Purple Firmament Palace."
After all, if the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect loses again, it will lose everything.
And what about the Purple Firmament Palace?
Even if they lose, Purple Firmament Palace can lose eight more times!
There will always be a chance to win.
If they can win just one more time, the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect will lose everything!
As for how to win...
Not only them, but almost everyone subconsciously looked at the young man who was closest to the formation and was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, not looking at anyone else.
His aura was calm and steady, as solid as loess, without any ripples. His expression was peaceful, and his Sword Intent, like the starlight of the heavens, swirled and flowed around his body.
He was already quite eye-catching just by sitting there, not to mention his identity.
Disciple of the Purple Firmament Palace!
Their combat strength ranks among the top Thirty in the Purple Firmament Palace!
Second only to the twelve palaces of the Purple Firmament Palace in Direct Disciple!
Realm: Peak Great Emperor!
Almost every single one of them is something that many of his peers can only dream of.
Now that the direct disciples of the Danxia Sword Sect are nowhere to be found, it can be said that as long as this person shows up, no one will be able to suppress him.
Anyone placed in his presence would be utterly powerless against him.
That's how domineering they are.
So powerful!
Even though he didn't move, just sitting there quietly was like an unshakable mountain, intimidating everyone and instilling a powerful sense of confidence in the disciples of the Purple Firmament Palace.
As long as he's there, their Purple Firmament Palace will never lose.
The legacy ultimately belongs to the Purple Firmament Palace!
The disciples of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect were well aware of how terrifying their opponent was. They felt that their joy from just moments ago vanished without a trace the moment they saw him, leaving only deep sorrow.
Amidst the crowd, gazing at the other's calm face, a face that practically screamed confidence and certainty of victory, Yun Zhi couldn't help but sigh softly, his heart filled with an indescribable sense of resentment.
if...
If only my senior brother were here.
He has already made the estimate.
If I were to go up there myself, I wouldn't have much of a chance of winning; I'd most likely lose, and be crushed by the opponent.
But if the eldest brother were here, it would be different.
Longevity Star Peak is Direct Disciple. If he were here, he could directly reverse the game and create a crushing situation for the opponent!
pity...
I wonder where my senior brother is now. This battle is almost over, and the people of the Purple Firmament Palace are not going to give them any chance to stall for time.
Before the game even started, both sides agreed that if no one took to the field within half an incense stick's time, the game would be considered a loss.
Therefore, no matter what, it simply cannot delay the situation for very long.
At this moment, Qiao An had already stepped out from the center of the formation.
He knew he couldn't win the next game, so he didn't try to force it.
To win as quickly as possible and ensure no unexpected events occur, the opposing Purple Firmament Palace will likely send out that disciple, someone he absolutely cannot defeat.
Although I've made rapid progress, the gap between me and the other person is still too large.
Qiao An was still self-aware.
The formation suddenly became empty.
The atmosphere at the scene became more somber.
The disciples of the Purple Cloud Technique laughed and joked, glancing at the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect and occasionally making sarcastic remarks.
"What? Does your Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect have no one to participate?"
"Admitting defeat is acceptable, better than losing even more face."
"That's right. After all, there are other opportunities in this Heaven-Gazing Secret Realm. It's better to admit defeat early and go find other fortuitous opportunity, tsk tsk."
"But don't forget to leave our men behind."
They went back and forth, their words dripping with sarcasm and disdain.
Among the disciples of the Purple Firmament Palace, the figure who had been meditating cross-legged had opened his eyes, stood up, and quietly looked at the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect. Although there was no ripple in his eyes, everyone could see his determination to win and his arrogance that showed he didn't care about anyone.
The Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect could not help but fall silent.
In situations like this, no matter who goes up, they're doomed to lose.
Moreover, it was a complete and utter defeat.
Even if others know it wasn't the other person's fault, personally handing over the tenth game's victory will still make that person a target of public criticism.
Who would be willing to take on this responsibility?
But at that very moment, someone stepped into the formation without hesitation.
Almost as soon as they saw the person clearly, the expressions of some of the people in the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect changed.
"That... is Senior Brother Stone!?"
"He's insane!!"