God Emperor

Each participant had a seat that abutted one another to encircle Coliseum B.

When Zhang Ruochen located his seat and sat down, the man on his left gave a low and deep laugh. ”You dare to participate in the Sword Martial Arts Contest for Monks with a cultivation of the Eighth Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm at such a young age! Are you too proud of yourself or are you looking down upon us predecessors? ”

Zhang Ruochen turned to look at him and found him vaguely familiar.

After thinking it over, he seemed to remember that this man was one of Qi Feiyu ’s suitors and he had met him once at the foot of the Ancient Gods Mountains.

Zhang Ruochen checked the name on the wooden board hanging on the man ’s seat. It said, ”Xie Yunfan ”.

Zhang Ruochen smiled. ”It ’s just a sword martial arts contest. You don ’t have to fly into a rage over it. ”

Xie Yunfan held a cyan knife in his hand and began shaving his mustache with it. The knife light was reflected onto Zhang Ruochen ’s neck from time to time, leaving a white knife shadow.

He said, ”Don ’t get smug about your talents in the Tao of the sword and look down on Monks with a cultivation of the Eighth Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm. When you are standing on the stage, you will realize how enormous the gap is between them and yourself. ”

Faced with such a self-righteous person, Zhang Ruochen shook his head, closed his eyes, and shut his mouth.

The sword contest for Monks with a cultivation of the Eighth Change in the Fish-Dragon Realm was rather important. It was a safe bet that whoever dared to sign up for it had the potential to become a Half-Saint.

Therefore, higher-ups in the Yin and Yang Sect took it very seriously and charged five Half-Saint Patriarchs to preside over the contest in the Zhiyu Sacred Mountain.

Lin Yue ’s Master, Half-Saint Zixia, was one of them.

Rumor had it that somebody would attempt to kill Lin Yue onstage, so Half-Saint Zixia had volunteered to watch over it.

He was Lin Yue ’s master, after all. Disappointed as he was with Lin Yue, he could not watch him be killed.

The five Half-Saints sat on top. Half-Saint Zixia was sitting on the left side. Purplish sheen radiated from his body. He looked at Lin Yue with his aged eyes and gave a long sigh.