, his killing intent growing stronger and stronger."To Ziyun Zhenren, you were born from the Nanjiang border region and should belong to the Human race. Why do you stand with the local faction" Yè Gē...The atmosphere at the location of the Zhulong Pavilion was heavy and somber.

Yuan Hao, severely injured and unconscious, was laid on the ground. Yuan Jing grasped his arm, channeling his true energy into him to provide emergency treatment.

The fellow disciples, seeing the several sunken areas on Yuan Hao's upper body, only felt a chill in their hearts and their eyes turned red.

The other party's attack... was too heavy.

This is not the scale that a grand competition like this should have!

"Pfft!"

During the treatment, Yuan Hao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yuan Jing's face was ashen, his hands trembling. He was using true qi to seal up Yuan Hao's wounds all over his body.

This is his most beloved direct disciple.

As Yuan Jing had no children, Yuan Hao was treated by him as his own son and raised accordingly.

But now, Yuan Hao is seriously injured.

This ignited a raging fire of anger in Yuan Jing's heart, one that was impossible to contain.

"The second round, on the sword!"

Yuan Jing suddenly looked up and stared at Murong Jian who was standing beside him.

At this moment, Murong Jian was also looking at Yuan Hao, a layer of frost covering his face.

Hearing Yuan Jing's words, Murong Jian gently nodded and said, "Uncle Master Yuan, I will definitely avenge Yuan Hao."

The second round of the competition is about to begin. Please have both sides send their disciples onto the stage.

The referee's voice came quickly.

The stands were still buzzing with excitement.

After the first round ended, no one dared to underestimate Ziyan Palace again.

Meanwhile, everyone is speculating whether the second round of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion will send out Murong Jian.

"Murong Jian should go on stage! Junior brother has been injured so badly!"

"I think he's definitely going to play this one. His junior got hurt so badly, he has to get revenge, right"

"Yeah, this is Beidu after all, practically the Dragon Slayer Pavilion's home turf. There's no way we're losing both rounds... getting eliminated in the top 50 would be a joke."

Amidst the murmurs, Ziyanzong sent Xiu Mei once again.

It seems that the Ziyangu Palace won't send any other disciples to the stage until they lose a match!

After Xiu Mei took the stage, everyone's attention shifted to the other side of the martial arts platform.

Will the Zhanlong Pavilion send Murong Jian to compete

Two seconds later, a figure soared into the air and landed ten meters in front of Xiu Mei.

This person wore a light blue martial arts uniform, looking spirited and imposing with an air of nobility.

In terms of aura, she is much stronger than Yuan Hao's last performance.

His appearance caused a stir among the audience.

Everyone knows, this person is very likely the current number two on the Heavenly List and the first genius of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Murong Jian!

"I am Murong Jian, I will seek justice for my junior brother." Murong Jian raised his hands and gave Xiu Mei a simple bow.

"Ding!"

At this moment, the bell rings!

Murong Jian stopped making any pointless moves and directly charged towards Xiu Mei.

As he charged toward Xiu Mei, he drew his long sword from his waist.

In the sunlight, one could see a flash of silver as the blade was drawn from its sheath.

Murong Jian rushed to Xiu Mei's face and slashed out with his sword.

The sharp blade sliced through the air, creating a piercing shriek.

At this moment, one of the swords within the Sword Formation began to glow.

"Bang!"

With a sharp crack, Xiu Mei's hands were met with an incredibly powerful force, unable to be raised!

At this moment, Xiu Mei's expression finally changed.

She furrowed her brows, gritted her teeth, and released all of her aura!

But at this moment, Murong Jian, who was not far from her, had already grasped the last long sword.

"Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, First Form, Dragon Slash!"

Murong Jian grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands and charged towards Xiu Mei's location.

"Oh..."xpression, his voice filled with anger."Bang!"However, before he could finish his words, the old man across from him, a few meters away, suddenly widened his eyes!And, his eyes were wide open, like th...