"…That's my girl."
Suddenly, several dozen Li Family Clan members instantly rose to their feet to cheer for Li Lian.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The Li Family clan erupted in unified chants from the stands, their voices thundering like war drums. Massive death banners and blood-red war flags waved in the wind, casting ominous shadows over the stadium. The sheer ferocity of their cry sent a chilling ripple through the arena.
Disciples of the Black Paradise Sect roared with renewed energy, their fighting spirit ignited. But on the other side, the cultivators of the Flowing Blade Sect stood frozen, their confidence visibly crumbling. Was this truly a tournament… or a public execution?
It was no longer just intimidation—it felt like war.
In the elders' viewing pavilion, Matriarch Qi chuckled, sipping from a jade cup.
"Those Li girls really are something."
Elder Yao Wu exhaled through her nose, a wry smile forming.
"At this rate, the tournament might end before it even starts."
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