Qian Duoduo laughed even louder.
“Oh, right. Why aren’t Zeng Ruohai and Pang Yunxiao here? Oh, they’re at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage now, so they don’t bother competing with us Protectors at the Initial Stage. Senior Brother Sima, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Did you make all the Disciples of my Left Eye Peak perish in the Ice Cave Grotto-heaven?”
Qian Duoduo immediately understood why Sima Qiankun was targeting him; it turned out he wanted to avenge the Left Eye Peak Disciples who died in the Ice Cave Grotto-heaven.
Qian Duoduo shook his head slightly.
“I don’t know. Anyway, I’m alive, and they’re dead. Believe whatever you want.”
Sima Qiankun took a deep breath, suppressing the fiery Evil Qi back into his body.
“Remember what you said. I’ll make sure you can’t even get into the top hundred.”
Qian Duoduo turned and hugged Ming Huanhuan, saying in a sobbing voice:
“Junior Brother, he said I can’t even make it into the top hundred.”
Ming Huanhuan patted Qian Duoduo’s back, “He’s just farting; don’t take it like thunder. Don’t be afraid, Great Master Senior Brother, you have me and Senior Brother Guan.”
“Clack clack clack,” Guan Tusheng clacked a Tianji Abacus and solemnly said to Sima Qiankun:
“Senior Brother Sima, you face great misfortune today. If you withdraw from the battle, you can still ensure your safety.”
Sima Qiankun was so angry he laughed, glanced at the three of them, walked a few steps forward, and threw out a sentence.
“We’ll see.”
This guy truly was a formidable opponent; no matter how much you taunted him, he could completely control his emotions.
Being as famous as Zeng Ruohai and Pang Yunxiao, his strength shouldn’t be weak.
As for why he was still at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage, it might be that he was deliberately suppressing his cultivation to complete the tasks assigned by his peak.
As soon as he left, a Protector Disciple in a silver-white robe walked over and smiled, cupping his hands towards Qian Duoduo.
“Left Eyebrow Peak, Gong Dian. Later in the Feng Fan Battle, Brother Qian, please give me some pointers.”
Gong Dian was a Core Disciple sent by the Ba Ling Sect to the Gao Qing Secret Realm, and also the top figure of The Righteous Foundation Establishment in that Secret Realm.
“Is Senior Brother Gong also here for the Ice Cave Grotto-heaven matter?” Qian Duoduo returned the bow.
“Not at all. I merely wish to ascertain whether the Disciples of my peak died in a fair battle.”
“There are mysteries in the world; why pursue them to the very end?” Qian Duoduo replied coldly.
Gong Dian seemed to no longer listen to what Qian Duoduo said, put his hands behind his back, and stood side by side with Sima Qiankun.
After the last bell rang, Ancestor Zeng stood up, and Left Hill immediately fell silent.
“When this Sect was established, it took the spirit of never retreating as its core principle. The Feng Fan Battle is a life-and-death battle for Foundation Establishment Initial Stage Protectors. The reason for this is to let you know that although Foundation Establishment is one Realm higher than Qi Condensation, it is only a small hurdle on the path of cultivation.”
“You must always maintain the spirit of striving for first place, advancing to one higher Realm after another. Only in this way can this Sect reach a new height.”
Ancestor Zeng’s words ignited the blood of the participating Protectors.
“According to custom, the Sect has prepared generous rewards for the victors of the Feng Fan Battle. Those who enter the top hundred will be rewarded with one million gold coins, three mid-tier artisan artifacts, and a silver Protector token, ranking among the foremost Protectors of each peak.”
“Those who enter the top ten will be rewarded with two million gold coins, a gold Protector token, three high-tier artisan artifacts, ranking after the Elders of each peak but before the Protectors.”
“Those who enter the top three will be rewarded with five million gold coins, three initial-tier Dan artifacts, become Elders of their respective peaks, enter Zongshi Ridge, and comprehend the Refining Saint Wall.”
Hearing about the Refining Saint Wall, Qian Duoduo’s heart inexplicably stirred.
He had waited a long time; finally, this moment had arrived.
“There are eight stages in the selection battle: Blood Pool, Wind Dragon, Arrow Rain, Soul Mist, Corpse Grave, Blade Forest, Fire Pit, and Thunder Array. The top one hundred contenders will enter the elite battle.”
Ancestor Zeng surveyed the surroundings, then pressed his hand down.
“Begin the battle!”
