"Guiyuan Sword Sect's Xu Qiancheng, please grant me your guidance!"
The defiant young man swept his sword across and jumped onto the stage, and the others, who had just started lifting their feet, were pushed back by the sword qi.
The male cultivator on the stage swallowed hard; how come things didn't follow the usual routine?
Sword shadows flew, screams echoed, and the cultivators who wanted to fish in troubled waters were beaten by Xu Qiancheng, jumping up and down.
Jiang Yuebai couldn't bear to watch, and Qii Ming laughed, "Just now, there was also someone over there who started with taunting the crowd, luring people up, and then defeated five or six people in the chaos before losing. I wonder who thought of this tactic; it's somewhat treacherous but very effective."
Jiang Yuebai looked serious, "It must have been devised by someone extremely intelligent, but doing so also requires strength; otherwise, look... it's backfired!"
