Li Qingyang and the others were accustomed to constantly operating the Hidden Cultivation Technique, so their aura appeared very ordinary.

In contrast, disciples from other entering sects all exerted themselves to their utmost on such a grand stage to display their strongest side.

It’s useless.

Whether one is formidable or not, only fighting will tell.

Xiao Zuiji kept watching subsequently entering sect disciples, until he saw that rough-looking man he had asked for directions earlier. His gaze immediately flickered with intense fighting spirit!

His intuition told him this would be an excellent opponent.

The rough man also looked over and grinned broadly.

Between the two, there was no verbal communication, only eye contact.

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and said, “From the intelligence description, he should be Iron Fist Sect disciple Zhao Dazhuang.”

Iron Fist Sect.

A third-rate sect.

They primarily cultivated fist techniques, especially having expertise in physique development.

This disciple named Zhao Dazhuang possessed an Indestructible Vajra Body. If he encountered one of his disciples, they should be able to stage a spectacular battle.

“A bit anticipated.” Jun Changxiao said.

As the organizers continuously announced sect names, more and more participants entered the venue.

“Tch.”

A martial artist emanating pride stood lazily on the platform and said, “All trash. Coming to participate in this kind of competition is simply wasting time.”

His name was Ao Wushuang.

Young Sect Master of the Proud World Holy Sect.

Don’t be fooled by this guy’s extremely arrogant behavior—he had real substance, having already broken through to Wuwang several years ago.

In his own words, if he was interested in competing for the Elite Assembly Rankings, he would have already occupied the top position on the Heaven Board by now.

Ao Wushuang looked toward a distant martial artist and said disdainfully, “Trash.”

“…”

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and others’ mouths twitched.

Because this fellow standing not far away whom he called trash was precisely Ye Xingchen!

Ordinarily, Junior Brother called everyone trash without restraint. Now he was actually being called trash by someone else.

“Are you talking about me?”

Ye Xingchen’s face darkened.

Ao Wushuang said indifferently, “What? You don’t admit you’re trash?”

“Crack!”

Ye Xingchen clenched both fists, suppressing his voice as he said, “Better not encounter me, otherwise I’ll tear that mouth of yours to shreds!”

“Hey.”

Ao Wushuang said, “Didn’t see it coming—you’re even more arrogant than me.”

Ye Xingchen said no more.

With his personality, he absolutely wouldn’t engage in pointless verbal sparring with trash.

Little punk.

Better pray you don’t encounter this emperor, or I’ll make you wish you were dead!

The major sects entered successively.

As the finale, there were naturally the five first-rate sects.

Although they hadn’t dispatched their strongest disciples, after entering, the aura they emanated still made many participants feel tremendous pressure.

Various sect leaders on the spectator stands silently prayed in their hearts: when drawing lots shortly, please don’t draw a first-rate sect, or they’d be done for in the first round.

“Tch.”

Ao Wushuang said disdainfully, “Still trash.”

Not even taking first-rate sect disciples seriously—this brother was truly arrogant!

…

All two hundred sects participating in the Dragon-Tiger Supremacy were in position, with 5000 participants on the central platform.

“Everyone must be getting impatient.”

City Lord Han said loudly, “So without further ado, please have disciple representatives from each sect come forward and draw your first round opponents!”

“It’s here, it’s here!”

“Wonder which sect will be the unlucky one with a first-rate sect as their first round opponent!”

The spectating martial artists watched with rapt attention.

“Junior Brother.”

Lu Qianqian said, “You go.”

As the sect’s eldest disciple, she should represent the Eternal Sect to draw opponents, but due to her personality, she didn’t like being in the spotlight.

“Mm.”

Li Qingyang stood up and walked forward.

“Senior Brother!”

Su Xiaomo called out, “Make sure to draw a good opponent!”

Hearing this, disciples from nearby sects all laughed.

The bottom-ranked fifth-rate sect—no matter how they drew, they’d encounter a sect stronger than themselves. What kind of good opponent could they possibly draw?

They misunderstood.

What Su Xiaomo meant by a good opponent wasn’t weak in strength, but rather one with somewhat strong overall power, so there would be desire to fight.

“Sect Master Jun.”

On the spectator stands, Duan Zishou said with a faint smile, “Better hope your sect’s disciples don’t draw my Golden Brilliance Holy Sect.”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao smiled and thought to himself, “Qingyang, have better luck—definitely draw the Golden Brilliance Holy Sect for this seat, then abuse them into dogs!”

…

“Step!”

Li Qingyang stood at the drawing platform.

It was a square box with only a hole large enough for a palm to enter. Inside were many sect tokens—grabbing one out determined the first round opponent.

“Whoosh—”

Li Qingyang took a deep breath.

This grab would determine the sect’s opponent.

Drawing a fourth-rate sect would still be manageable, but drawing a first-rate sect would be depressing.

Chief Steward Li faced tremendous pressure.

Even more pressured was Yi Tianxing in Tianyu Royal City—his heart had leaped to his throat!

In previous Dragon-Tiger Supremacy events, the sects they dispatched were absolutely cursed when it came to drawing lots.

For instance, two events ago.

The drawn opponent was a second-rate sect, resulting in first-round elimination.

For instance, last event.

Although the drawn opponent was a fourth-rate sect, they were from Middle Reverence State, again resulting in first-round elimination.

“Heaven protect us!”

Yi Tianxing silently prayed, “Please draw an outer-state fourth-rate sect!”

“Swoosh!”

Li Qingyang raised his hand and reached into the drawing box.

Inside were token after token with restrictive formations placed on them, making it impossible to peek at what was written using spiritual thought.

“Swoosh!”

Li Qingyang quickly withdrew his hand.

The process was brief, causing Yi Tianxing to subconsciously close his eyes.

Don’t dare look! Don’t dare look!

“The Eternal Sect’s opponent is—” Just then, City Lord Han’s profound voice came from the array screen: “Great Yan Holy Sect!”

“Thump!”

Yi Tianxing directly collapsed to the ground, saying in utter despair, “A… a first-rate sect!”

“It’s over, it’s over!”

Mu Changhong said in collapse, “Of the five first-rate sects, we actually drew one. That brat definitely didn’t wash his hands after using the toilet!”

The originally bustling Qingyang Prefecture became exceptionally quiet after City Lord Han shouted out that first-rate sect’s name.

“This luck…”

Ma Yunteng covered his forehead and said, “No one could match it!”

The sect leaders at the Dragon-Tiger Supremacy venue were also extremely disappointed—after all, they weren’t drawn to be first-round opponents.

“This newly risen sect actually drew the Great Yan Holy Sect!”

“No chance, no chance!”

“Southwest Yang State still can’t change its fate of first-round elimination.”

Everyone immediately began discussing heatedly.

Among them, many martial artists who were optimistic about the Eternal Sect becoming a dark horse all shook their heads and sighed helplessly.

This third-ranked sect might advance if they encountered an outer-state fourth-rate sect, but encountering a first-rate sect in the first round meant they’d definitely be done for!

For a moment.

All the spectators locked onto Li Qingyang. Even the Image Projection Array gave him a close-up.

Drawing a first-rate sect directly—this fellow’s luck was truly good.

“Sigh.”

Li Qingyang shook his head, then turned around, looking at his fellow disciples with a helpless gaze as he said, “I did my best.”

“Crack crack—”

Xiao Zuiji, Su Xiaomo and others shook their heads and clenched their fists, grinning widely as they said, “This is thrilling!”

They’re laughing?

The spectators all widened their eyes.

Drawing a first-rate sect in the first round—according to past scenarios, shouldn’t they be crying, shouldn’t they be despairing?

Duan Zishou was also stunned.

“Keke keke!”

Suddenly, laughter came from nearby.

Duan Zishou quickly turned his head and saw Jun Changxiao leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, one hand covering his face, emitting strange laughter as he said, “First round against a first-rate sect—truly thrilling!”

The Eternal Sect disciples had gone mad, and the Eternal Sect’s sect master had gone mad too!