A week passed in a flash, and the grand competition between the intermediate sects had already begun.
Above the Tian Ke Sect's plaza, three enormous battleships hovered in the sky.
And all the participants for this competition had already arrived at the plaza.
"Senior Brother, you're here," a disciple said to Zhao Shujian.
Zhao Shujian smiled upon hearing this; although he couldn't participate in this grand competition, he could watch it. Three Elders of the Tian Ke Sect remained to guard the sect, while everyone else, led by Sect Master Chi Feng, boarded the battleships to head to the location of the intermediate sect competition.
However, something happened just as they were boarding the battleships.
At this moment, Wang Yufan was also preparing to walk towards the entrance of the battleship's passage in the plaza, but a discordant voice drifted over.
"Who is this? He's actually boarding the battleship," a young man of about twenty years old said.
