A cultivator with a mouthful of yellow teeth clasped his sleeves with both hands, hunched over with bright eyes, and opened his mouth with a laugh.

“What a Great Xia Sword Sect! Such boldness truly commands respect!”

“Knowing full well their disciples might die, yet they still came.”

Beside the man, an elder with white eyebrows murmured softly, “Well said.”

“But have you noticed? The look in those disciples’ eyes clearly shows they know what they’re up against today.”

“Yet there’s not a hint of retreat in their gaze!”

“Who can predict what such a Sect will become in the next century?”

Both speakers were cultivators of the Golden Elixir Realm, their insights naturally more discerning.

Soon, members from all the hundred Sects had gathered.

Countless gazes were cast towards the Great Xia Sword Sect, as they had suffered the most severe losses in yesterday’s Centennial competition among a hundred Sects.

But today, only the people from the Great Xia Sword Sect had come!

It was said that the Six Yang Academy had left Tianyu Pass overnight.

Ge Qing, standing in the Void, said softly, “According to yesterday’s points ranking, the bottom fifty Sects have been eliminated.”

At this moment, the people from the Great Xia Sword Sect were slightly stunned as they looked towards the record stele.

The name of the Great Xia Sword Sect was conspicuously listed in the last place.

Fiftieth place, the Great Xia Sword Sect!!

The names of the other fifty Sects had faded away.

Li Guanqi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, “The competition is so fierce?”

Yesterday, the Great Xia Sword Sect was the first to finish their matches.

So at that time, their Sect’s ranking was only ninety-second, because the other Sects had not yet finished their matches.

Qin Xian was also clearly surprised by this ranking.

“Since fate decrees it so, let’s just go with the flow today!”

After the other Sects flew towards the stands, Ge Qing spoke in a deep voice.

“Since that’s the case, let’s start the second round of drawing lots!”

Buzz!!!

Following the Old Man’s release of a strand of Spirit Light, the stele burst into dazzling light.

Moments later, the matchups for the second round were revealed.

Bang! Crack!

The limping man beside Li Guanqi suddenly crushed the floor tiles under his feet!!

Primordial Energy surged violently around him, his fingers gripping the crutch turned white.

His hateful gaze pierced through his disheveled hair, fixed dead on the names of the Sects on the stele!

Li Guanqi followed the man’s gaze and used his Insight to look at the stele.

It read, ‘Great Xia Sword Sect, versus, Xuantian Sect!’

“Xuantian Sect!”

Li Guanqi murmured the name of the Sect, not having much impression of it.

But he noticed Tu Kui and his Master’s gazes were frequently looking towards Gao Qiwen!

Even Qin Xian’s fists were clenched tightly under his sleeves!

At this moment, Li Guanqi transmitted a message to the Old Man in front of him.

“Master, does this Xuantian Sect have a grudge with Gao Qiwen?”

The Old Man looked back at the limping man, sighed softly, and transmitted back.

“His leg was crippled in a Centennial competition against the Xuantian Sect…”

“Old Gao… seems young, but he’s actually nearing four hundred years old.”

“He even joined the Sect a few years earlier than me.”

Li Guanqi was slightly shocked; he hadn’t expected the seemingly young Gao Qiwen to be over four hundred years old.

“He took a Youth-preserving Pill when he was young, so of course, he doesn’t look his age.”

Li Guanqi nodded slightly, no wonder he sometimes felt the other man seemed rather mature.

“Anyway… Old Gao’s heart knot lies with the Xuantian Sect!”

The Old Man did not elaborate further.

Today’s matches would take place on the main peak of Tianyu Mountain.

According to the rankings, the Great Xia Sword Sect would have to wait for some of the Sects to finish their matches first.

The floating arenas in the sky began to piece together, forming one massive arena after another.

However, as the arenas were being assembled, a man with a sharp chin and monkey cheeks slowly approached the Great Xia Sword Sect.

A man in a sky-blue robe, emanating an extremely terrifying aura, stood in front of Qin Xian and looked back at Gao Qiwen with a playful look in his eyes, chuckling.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the great talent Gao Qiwen?”

“Why are you still limping? Didn’t the Great Xia Sword Sect give you some Pills to mend it?”

At this, the man’s tone paused slightly, and with a mocking look, he taunted Gao Qiwen’s broken leg.

“Or was it that my kick was too hard? You’re still kneeling, unable to stand up!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha!!”

The man’s wild laughter drew the attention of many.

At this time, some of the older cultivators, who had witnessed several Centennial competitions, recognized the man who spoke!

“Xuantian Sect’s Third Elder, an early-stage Elemental Infant Realm cultivator, Chen Qing!”

“Chen Qing… could it be… that cripple is the Great Xia Sword Sect’s Gao Qiwen?”

“Tsk tsk, you can’t see any trace of his former glory as a favored son of heaven.”

“Time flies so fast, the grudge between these two is already three hundred years old.”

Gao Qiwen pursed his lips, his fists clenched and his body trembling slightly.

His cold gaze fixed on Chen Qing through his disheveled hair.

Chen Qing laughed coldly, scoffing.

“A waste is a waste, even after three hundred years, still the same waste!”

Snap!

A crisp sound echoed.

Chen Qing’s left cheek swelled visibly.

Qin Xian looked up at Chen Qing and said coldly, “Scram.”

Chen Qing then realized what had happened, his chest heaving violently.

In the end, Chen Qing glared hatefully at Gao Qiwen, his voice full of scorn.

“Hmph! Fine! We’ll see!!”

“Since fate has brought us together again after three hundred years, this is destiny!”

“We’ll see!!”

Qin Xian raised his hand, and Chen Qing hurriedly shielded himself.

Seeing the Old Man merely scratch his nose, Chen Qing awkwardly got up.

After dropping a few harsh words, he left.

After Chen Qing left, Gao Qiwen turned to look deeply at Li Guanqi without saying a word.

Li Guanqi didn’t know what to say, so he chose to remain silent.

“The first batch of Sects ready for combat, you may begin!”

However, as soon as Ge Qing announced the start, a battle on one of the arenas quickly caught his attention.

Looking up at the projected screen.

A young man in white with red silk embroidery stood on the stage, swung his sword once, and then turned to leave!

Thud!!

Bang!!

The young man opposite him suddenly clutched his throat and fell!

The young man, with a jade-like face and fiery red eyebrows, spoke coldly with an indifferent gaze.

“What trash.”

“When will I get to face Zhao Beichen? I’m getting impatient!”