On the viewing platform, the expressions of representatives from various factions were full of spectacle.
The faces of the Holy Sword Sect's strong contenders were ashen. Xiao Yun, their Saint Heir into whom they had poured countless efforts, had just been defeated by an unknown lad in the finals of the Ten Thousand Souls Competition. This wasn't merely Xiao Yun's personal failure, but a disgrace to the Holy Sword Sect.
Meanwhile, the elders of Xuantian Pavilion were thoughtfully sizing up Ye Xiao, with an inexplicable gleam in their eyes.
As for the other factions, there was an uproar.
"Ye Xiao! Ye Xiao! Ye Xiao!"
No one knew who first shouted his name, but soon, deafening cheers erupted across the peak of Ten Thousand Souls Mountain. An unknown Loose Cultivator defeating the Saint Heir of the Holy Sword Sect – this kind of comeback story is sure to fire up the crowd.
However, Ye Xiao felt no joy of victory.
Because he keenly sensed the dangerous aura rapidly approaching.
