Lord Guangying

Among those people, Jian Wushuang immediately spotted a familiar face.

"Lord Guangying!" he turned and reminded Wu Zuo and the others.

They all looked towards Lord Guangying.

As an inheritor from the Qishen Temple, he was now shining brightly within the Tian Cang Palace.

It was the sect's martial arts competition.

On the ten main platforms, each had a defender.

The longer one defended, the higher their rank.

Initially, everyone had one challenge opportunity.

Lose, and you're out.

Win, and you gain another challenge opportunity.

Even if you lost later in the round robin, you could still challenge other platforms.

And so on.

Only the final ten would qualify for the next round.

At this moment, Lord Guangying sat atop the first platform.

Surprisingly, no one dared to challenge him.

Clearly, among peers, his strength was dazzling, and everyone feared his power.