34 Finals and something different...

Somewhere across the world in which Wang Lin was currently on...

Sea continent...

A vast sea could be seen stretching for thousands of miles with almost no end..

In the middle of this vast river there stood a small white cloud that floated above the azure blue waters of the sea continent...

Atop the white cloud of bed there was a man sitting atop a golden throne...

This man was wearing a blue robe and two golden eastern dragon horns could be seen atop his head...

The man looked to be in his thirties but could be thousands of years old because of the profound energies surrounding him...

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The man with the golden dragon horns atop his head sat there lazily as he looked over at the vast sea before his eyes...

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Suddenly without notice an old man in blue robes suddenly appeared beside the man with the golden dragon horns...

The man who had just appeared also had two horns, but they were of different color...

The man beside the golden horned man on the throne bowed deeply and said,

"Reporting to Sovereign of the sea's our spy's in the azure continent have given us a report..."

The man with the golden horns sitting lazily atop the throne on the cloud didn't answer and just waved his hands towards the man behind him...

"The Azure king will die in at least a few thousand years...

It would be beast to make a move in a few hundred years...the earlier we trample the azure continent the faster sovereign can leave the lower realms and ascend into the upper realms..."

The man behind him said...

The man with the golden horns who sat on the throne and had a calm smile on his face suddenly grinned...

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Back at the azure continent's sky sword sect..

The matches continued after the fight of Wang Lin and elder Shi...

Many disciples went up and down the stage as matches kept going...

After the deal with elder Shi many disciples who faced Wang Lin surrendered instantly after hearing his name...

Elder Shi returned to his peak and don't bother to watch the remaining matches between the disciples...

Every disciple had fought at least once and won their match...

The loser went and stood to the side with the previous losers....

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The vice sect master was currently standing atop the stage and looking at Wang Lin and the 50 other disciples surrounding him....

"Now that there is only fifty disciples left..

This will be the last round...

From this last round we will choose the champion and the other winners..."