Losing the First Showdown
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
They were all here to try their luck on obtaining good swords. Why did they have to line up?
Jiang Aijian was confused as well.
Qin Jun said with a smile, "There are too many people here. Four of the ten great sects are here so it's only natural that they have the priority. The remaining minor sects will certainly team up. The Noble Path is known to come up with such meaningless rules. The factor that determines the ownership of the spoils is one's own strength in the end."
Indeed, a cultivator was hovering above the gathered cultivators. He seemed to be the temporary leader elected by the people present here. He was the one coordinating everyone's attacks.
At this moment, the cluster of swords that circled the huge tombstone shot toward the crowd again.
"Attack!"
Palm prints, energy blades, Daoist seals, Buddhist seals flew in the air. It was like a deluge of heavenly flowers.
Bam! Bam! Bam!