The sun rose golden over the floating city among the great trees.
On the third day of the final phase, the Central Plateau dawned even more crowded. The floating wooden stands overflowed with cultivators who had traveled from distant domains just to watch the decisive battles. The buzz was deafening, a mixture of expectation and speculation.
Only twenty-five competitors remained.
Among them were Kyrian and Mo Tianhai, the two representatives of the Verdant Sword who still remained in the competition. Mo Xia, Long Xue, Wu Jian, and Shen Yu had already been eliminated. Shen Yu, in particular, had fallen to Huo Ling the day before in a fight many considered one of the best so far. The young man of pure Qi had fought well, but not enough.
Now, they were in the stands, watching with serious expressions. Shen Yu had his arms bandaged, burns still visible on his neck, but his eyes were fixed on the arena.
