CLAP CLAP CLAP.
Patriarch Chen led the applause.
The head of the Commerce Association spoke up next. "What brilliant Sword Skill, Saintess! Brilliant Sword Skill!"
'So the Boat Gang's Sixth Grade expert is nothing special either!'
'If we'd known this would happen, why did we agree to raise the age limit for the tournament to thirty-five?'
'It just made us look inferior to the White Tiger Tribe for no reason.'
The recently defeated factions—the Horse Gang, the Commerce Association, and the Lu Family—felt a sense of relief, and their applause and praise grew even louder.
'See? It's not that we're weak. The enemy is just a freak of nature.'
'That thirty-four-year-old senior Sixth Grade from the Boat Gang is more than ten years older than the Saintess, right?'
'And he still went down in a single slash, didn't he?'
Shui Qianjun's expression was grave.
The good news: the Saintess had made her move.
