Wang Mu was somewhat speechless.
This is the last day! Everyone should just steady themselves; the rankings will be finalized tomorrow. The necessary fights have been fought, strengths have been clarified, and everything should be settled peacefully... right? So, why is everyone looking for me?
He just wanted to make it into the top ten and gain some reputation, figuring it might trigger an interaction with the heir of the Sword Casting Sect.
"Fellow Taoist, on this last day, shall we have a match?"
The speaker was Yan Wuxin from the Qianzhou Fentian Temple. This fellow had a burly appearance, a head of fiery red hair that was an Abnormal Technique, eyes like blazing flames, and was a cultivator from Qianzhou.
He was still ranked second, almost on par with the first-place holder, Ye Ge from the Qianzhou Supreme Mysterious Dao Sect!
