Chapter 445: Marquis-Ranked Mighty One

About the time it takes one incense stick to burn.

All the factions had already arrived.

The chatter never ceased.

"Which great sects do you think will make the top three this time?"

"Do you even need to ask? It's got to be the Tianxuanwu Sect!"

"You can't say for sure. The great sects of the other Zhoudeda Sect, and the ancient clans, aren't exactly sitting around idle."

"Besides, if the Tianxuanwu Sect runs into each other early on, won't the spots behind them open right up?"

"I don't care about the other great sects — I personally think the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion is definitely taking first. No one will be a match for her!"

"Mm."

At this, quite a few people nodded.

In their view, this Talents' Battle was nothing more than a contest between the great sects and the ancient clans.

In the past, first-rank factions, with their disciples scattered, still had a chance.

But now—

Once they met, it would be total annihilation — no chance at all.

Crack!

Just as everyone was chatting—

Above the "080" firmament—

The wind and clouds suddenly changed!

Countless cracks spread through the void, as if an immensely powerful being was about to descend.

Then a figure slowly appeared.

The instant he appeared—

Everyone felt their shoulders grow heavy, as if bearing a mountain!

Even the many Life and Death Realm cultivators were the same!

"Greetings, Pavilion Master!"

The high-ranking members of the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion immediately rose and bowed!

Then all the factions followed suit and bowed in turn!

The sound surged like a tide, echoing through heaven and earth!

Pavilion Master!

Just two simple words.

Yet they seemed to carry the weight of ten thousand jun!

Because they referred to the ruler of the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion!

Also the legendary Marquis-Ranked Mighty One, whose dragon's head was seen but tail never found!

"Mm."

The Pavilion Master's gaze was indifferent.

It swept across the entire arena.

His temples were streaked with white; he looked to be only middle-aged, but in truth he was not.

He wore a nine-colored long robe.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

Even restrained, his terrifying aura still made the surrounding void creak and crack.

As if it could not bear it at all!

"You have all traveled from afar, weary from the road — it truly brings glory to this humble Pavilion, the highest honor,"

the Pavilion Master spoke slowly, his voice like Chen Wanru a great bell and war drum, shaking heaven and earth. "Enough idle talk — let us begin."

At his words—

The Pavilion Master's figure slowly vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already atop the tallest, largest inverted mountain.

That was the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion's seat.

And beside him were the Pavilion's high-ranking members.

Each one radiated a powerful aura — some young, some old — but all were of the Life and Death Realm!

"Xiaoxue."

The Pavilion Master sat down.

His gaze fell on a spot not far away.

There, a slender figure sat cross-legged, bathed in the glow of dawn.

Hearing the voice—

The figure slowly opened her eyes.

It is beyond words to describe how exquisitely beautiful that face was.

For an instant, one felt as if heaven and earth themselves paled before it.

Skin whiter than snow, delicate enough to break at a touch, a cascade of black hair like a waterfall falling to her waist.

Her entire being was suffused with a faint, dawn-like radiance.

She looked brimming with a sacred air!