Chapter 448

But just who was the opposing force?

"Lingzhou, Xuan Sect?"

"Have you heard of them? Sounds so unfamiliar."

"Never heard of them, but Lingzhou seems to be ranked tenth, almost dead last among the great provinces, right? A weak land that doesn't even have a first-grade faction."

"Should be a first-grade faction. I heard something about them recently."

"Only a first-grade faction? That's just too pathetic—matched up against a Tangtangda Sect. If it were me, I'd just surrender outright."

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

Their words were all sympathy.

After all, the gap between a first-grade faction and a great sect was truly plain for all to see!

There was simply no fight to be had.

Yet on another level.

Many high-ranking members of the great factions, upon hearing the name Xuan Sect, subconsciously stood up!

On their calm faces, change appeared for the first time.

As if remembering something!

"Xuan Sect!"

In the Nine-Colored Glazed Pavilion, the Pavilion Master, who had originally kept his eyes closed, suddenly opened them!

A terrifying aura overflowed outward.

Making the surrounding disciples and Elders retreat one after another.

"Father, what's wrong?"

Yu Hongxue was somewhat surprised.

Because she had never seen her own father so emotionally stirred.

"Nearly two hundred years—and he finally sent someone?"

The Pavilion Master slowly rose.

Though his voice was calm, everyone could feel the surging waves within his heart.

As if a storm had been stirred up!

"Father, what are you saying?"

Yu Hongxue didn't understand. "Is this Xuan Sect very powerful?"

She searched hard in her mind.

But found no information about Xuan Sect.

Nor was it some Dingjida Sect.

"Young Pavilion Master, nearly two hundred years ago, there was once an Erpinzong Sect..."

An informed Elder at the side began to recount in detail.

"Xi Yingqing!"

The Pavilion Master walked forward, came to the edge, and his deep eyes fell directly upon the battlefield below.

It wasn't only him.

The high-ranking members of many top factions were the same—rising from their seats.

Casting their gazes in unison toward the ground below.

As if the originally ordinary match had suddenly taken on a different meaning!

――

On Gushan.

Hearing the name of his own Zong Sect.

Meng Zhangqing was slightly stunned.

He hadn't expected it to be Xuan Sect's turn so soon.

This was only the third group, wasn't it?

But it didn't matter—getting their turn early was fine too. Watching from above had made his hands itch; time to go down and stretch a bit.

"Junior brother."

Meng Zhangqing turned around.

"Go on. Still, you mustn't be careless about anything."

The Grand Elder nodded, his smile gentle.

Among all his senior brothers and sisters, only the Grand Elder truly felt like an elder.

"Little junior brother, take them down. The Southern Territory should be reminded of the memories of those years!"

Ku Fengchun raised his fist.

"The Eighteen Sons of Xuan Sect are a thing of the past. Now, it will be your era."

Hua Ciyan stepped closer and helped Meng Zhangqing tidy his collar slightly.

"Mm."

The corners of Meng Zhangqing's mouth lifted slightly.