On the sixth day of the Divine Skills Tournament, the morning sun was lazily rising.
The top sixteen real geniuses of the cultivation realm in the Nine Provinces stood on the stage, listening to the referee's words about the revised rules of the Divine Skills Tournament, their expressions varied.
Even upon hearing that the Dao Palace canceled the fight to the death, Du Long remained silent. The martial apprentice scoffed loudly, Hong Yong twirled a red blade with disdain aimed at the other eleven, Zhang Shang closed his eyes without a word, and Bai Zhi stood silently.
The reactions of the five took everyone by surprise.
But in the next moment, most people understood, and a chill ran down their spines.
The five didn't care about the Dao Palace's rule changes; they wouldn't care even if the Dao Palace immediately revoked their qualifications for the Divine Skills Evaluation.
