The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over, as if draping the white expanse of Mount Tian in a layer of golden gauze, sparkling with golden light.
Dusk had not yet arrived, but the elimination round had prematurely dropped its curtain, with all but the host from the Tian Shan Sword Sect, Xiao Selang, advancing from the top ten seeded competitors to the round-robin tournament.
In the square of the Tian Shan Sword Sect, heads crowded together, all participants stood below the podium and spectator stands, forming a square formation. The ten advancing competitors stood at the very front, exceptionally conspicuous.
"People believed that the Disciple of the Evil Emperor was the weakest among the top ten seeds, but the heavens played a joke on everyone. He was not only far from the weakest, but his strength was also the most concealed."
