Starry Elder spoke, and the Crescent Moon Sage and others could only swallow their resentment and anger, glaring at Ling Tianyu on the Martial Competition Platform.
An Lan's delicate hands clenched tightly, her palms already drenched in sweat. One against four—this was essentially a gang assault, and the pressure was overwhelming.
It was known that the higher the cultivation, even the slightest imbalance could mean death.
When experts clash, there is no room for carelessness.
Xi Lan glanced at the worried An Lan beside her, then reached out to grab her hand, hinting for her to stay calm.
Their master wouldn't have agreed unless they were confident. Her junior brother on the platform remained calm and composed, which surely meant he wasn't afraid. With sufficient strength granted to him, no one would be able to take him down.
An Lan's palms had long betrayed her composure, dripping sweat. Facing such odds of four against one, it was truly daunting.
