On Lingjue Mountain, a sudden sinister wind arose.
What kind of strategy could render the arrogant Wei Xi and the deeply scheming Hong Ying speechless?
A strategy conducted in broad daylight.
Under this strategy, the situation appeared fair, as the top talents of the Divine Dynasty and the Nine Provinces' cultivation world were paired against seemingly ordinary talents with no notable reputation.
But the truth was, the eighteen individuals burdened with the responsibility of showcasing the Divine Dynasty's might would be reduced to eight, while their opponents were increasing in both number and quality.
Bai Zhi looked toward the high platform, then up to the sky, silently sighing in her heart.
She faintly felt that Lingjue Mountain was like a knife, a dull and broken one.
The blade was not sharp, cutting flesh was painful nevertheless.
