It was another crushing defeat. In the last round, the Holy Hall Disciples had already reached their breaking point. They had to fight with every ounce of their strength just to advance, and it was a close call. Now, entering the quarterfinals, they had clearly hit their limit. When the power gap is too wide, willpower no longer matters.
In truth, Zhang Xiaojiang could have stopped here. Making it this far was more than enough.
Who could have imagined that the Little Fatty from back then, who only knew how to slack off, would now be standing on the highest stage of the Cultivation Realm, fighting against the mighty Dragon Race?
「At this time, in the Four Directions Small Thousand World, Holy Hall.」
As the Sect with the most disciples in the quarterfinals, the Holy Hall had also set up a massive Teleportation Array, hoping to witness a miracle.
