The prize was no longer just sect resources.
The prize was the Supreme Heavenly Yin Body.
The ultimate cultivation catalyst.
The key to absolute, undisputed power, wrapped in the guise of a beautiful, untouchable princess, backed by the political might of the entire Celestial Sword Sect.
In the feral contingent, Hu Yanlie threw his head back and let out a booming, earth-shaking laugh, his amber eyes burning with the thrill of the hunt.
To the Beast Lord, a tournament for a mate was the purest, most natural law of the wild.
In the orthodox section, Lu Jianheng's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, his aristocratic face pale with conflicted determination.
He didn't want the Princess; his mind was entirely, embarrassingly obsessed with a foul-mouthed chef, but the honour of the Sword Peak demanded he seize the ultimate prize.
