Nodding emphatically, Niu Dong immediately lowered his voice and explained...
"Of course they're strong. Two hundred years ago, all the masters of our Cyan Sword Great Empire attacked together and were still no match for them. Even with an ambush, we lost almost eighty percent of our masters just to wipe them all out."
"But it doesn't matter now..."
"The Azure Flame Sect is completely finished. Without the guidance of a master, there's a limit to how strong that hillbilly can be."
"But that's not for us to worry about. We'll just wait for Lord Mo Jing's decision."
Niu Dong and the others were just Yan Mu's guards. All they could think about now was whether they could avoid severe punishment.
...
「Two days later...」
A figure riding a smaller Sword-Winged Ice Wolf landed in the temporary town built for the Three-Academy Competition.
He looked around and froze, slightly stunned.
'What happened? How did this place suddenly turn into a battlefield?'
