I was just collecting them casually, how did the disciples become emperors?

"Stop struggling. Admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid a disgraceful defeat later, which would bring disgrace to our Holy Land."

The Master of Divine Medicine Peak stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly in agreement, "That's right, Ye Xinghe, it's time for you to face reality. You usually monopolize the resources of Tongtian Peak, but you have no achievements. How strong can the disciples you teach be?"

"The rules of this competition are strict, and the opponents are all very powerful. Why bother letting your disciples suffer and ruining their futures? In my opinion, they should admit defeat now and save some dignity."

Zhao Mingyue, the leader of Mingyue Peak, walked forward with graceful steps, gently waving a round fan painted with a bright moon and flowers in her hand, covering half of her face but unable to hide the contempt in her eyes.

"Ye Xinghe, you must have been crazy to agree to that bet last time, right? Do you think you can change the world in ten days? I think you won't cry until you see the coffin."

"If you are wise, you will give up your position in this situation today, and don't hang around in the Holy Land in the future, so as not to annoy others."

The disciples around burst into laughter and followed their peak master to make a noise, the shouting was endless.

"Give up! Give up! Tongtian Peak is a joke!"

The mocking voices were like sharp blades, piercing straight at Ye Xinghe, his master and his two disciples.

Zhao Changsheng clenched his fists, took a step forward, and his eyes widened with anger.

"You're going too far! The competition hasn't even begun yet, how dare you be so arrogant and assert the outcome? I, Zhao Changsheng, will show you today that Tongtian Peak is no pushover!"

Ximen Feixue's face was also filled with indignation. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and gritted his teeth, saying, "Brother, you're right! Master has taught us so carefully, and we brothers have trained hard day and night. Why should we be looked down upon by you? When the competition begins, I will definitely put down all your arrogance!"

Ye Xinghe raised his hand calmly to stop the impulse of his two disciples, with a subtle sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Peak Masters, the fight hasn't even begun yet, and you're already impatient to step on me. Aren't you a little too impatient? Since I, Ye Xinghe, dare to make this bet and stand here with my disciple, I naturally have every confidence."

"You are so arrogant now, but don't cry later."

The Spirit Sword Peak Master sneered, "Confidence? Just relying on your mediocre skills and these two young brats? Ye Xinghe, don't be so stubborn. Today's competition will be the Waterloo of your Tongtian Peak. Just wait and see!"

Ye Xinghe ignored them and turned to instruct Zhao Changsheng and Ximen Feixue, "Disciples, don't let these noises distract you. We just need to know what's going on. Changsheng, when you go on stage later, stay calm and perform at the level you've trained at. Let your strength speak for itself."

"Yes, Master!" Zhao Changsheng responded.

With the elder's order, the sect competition officially began.

The first to take the stage were the elite disciples from Mingyue Peak and Lingjian Peak. They were both agile and leaped onto the stage like nimble cheetahs.

In an instant, the cheers and shouts from the audience rose and fell like surging waves.

The disciples of Mingyue Peak always wear moon-white robes, with long swords in their hands flashing with cold light, and spiritual energy lingering around the swords like the shining silver moon.

The disciples of Lingjian Peak were dressed in tight clothes, their dark-black clothes outlining their tall figures. The spiritual swords in their hands hummed and vibrated, and it seemed as if there were hidden strands of spiritual sword energy in the inflow and outflow of spiritual power.

The two men looked at each other and saw a strong desire to fight in each other's eyes.

Without saying a word, their figures flashed at the same time.

In an instant, sword energy filled the arena.

As sword shadows crossed, the sound of metal clashing was endless.

I saw both sides fighting back and forth, and both were quite strong.

The disciple of Mingyue Peak soared into the air, his sword swung into a gorgeous sword flower, and he shouted, "Mingyue breaks through the clouds!"

The sword shadow was like the bright moonlight, covering the opponent all over the sky.

The disciples of Spirit Sword Peak were unhurried. They stood in a solid horse stance, gripping their spirit swords tightly with both hands. They poured their spiritual power into them and shouted, "Spirit Sword Slashes the Air!"

A powerful and robust sword energy broke through the wind and headed straight for the sword shadows in the sky. The two collided with each other, and a storm of spiritual power swept across the arena.

After the aftermath of the spiritual power dissipated, the two men each took a few steps back.

They just smiled at each other, put away their swords at the same time, and bowed in a gesture of humility.

The disciple from Mingyue Peak spoke first: "Senior Brother, your swordsmanship is profound. This fight was a thrilling one. I admire you! If you hadn't shown mercy, I'm afraid I would have been unable to withstand you."

The disciples of Spirit Sword Peak also bowed in return, "Junior sister, you are too kind. Your sword moves are so agile and graceful that I almost got caught several times. You are too modest."

The two's humble words drew praise from the audience, but the next moment the tone suddenly changed.

The disciples of Mingyue Peak took light steps and approached the disciples of Lingjian Peak, seemingly talking in a low voice.

The volume was just right for everyone around to hear clearly: "Brother, although it was a bit tiring after the first round, it was at least a warm-up. Unlike some disciples from other peaks, they would feel weak the moment they entered the arena. Take the disciples from Tongtian Peak, for example. They usually neglect training and have no actual combat experience. They are here to embarrass themselves."

The disciple from Lingjian Peak understood what she meant, a scornful smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he deliberately raised his voice: "Junior Sister, what you said is absolutely right! Tongtian Peak has excellent resources, but it's led by a useless Peak Master. How can they train a decent disciple?"

"I heard earlier that Ye Xinghe made a big promise and a bet. In my opinion, as soon as this competition is over, they will have to leave the Holy Land in disgrace. Hahahaha!"

As soon as these words fell, the audience burst into laughter and their eyes turned towards the direction of Tongtian Peak.

Those disciples who were originally neutral were also influenced by this atmosphere and began to point fingers and talk.

The leaders of each peak also had smiles on their faces, looking like they were enjoying a good show and waiting for Tongtian Peak to make a fool of itself.

Just as the crowd's mockery and ridicule of Tongtian Peak had not yet died down, the elder in charge of presiding over the competition unfolded the bamboo sticks in his hand, glanced at the entire audience, and his powerful voice rang out like a huge bell.

"The next match will be between Zhao Changsheng, a disciple of Tongtian Peak, and Zhou Tong, a disciple of Shenyao Peak!"

As soon as the elder finished speaking, the audience exploded. The noisy discussions stopped abruptly, followed by a burst of laughter and discussions.

"Oh, the highlight is here! Now it's going to be fun."

"Although Zhao Changsheng seems okay on weekdays, he can't handle such a useless Peak Master. This time, facing Zhou Tong, who was carefully trained by Shen Yao Peak, I'm afraid he will be in great danger."

"I think this competition will last no more than three rounds before Zhao Changsheng is defeated. Just wait and see how miserable he looks in defeat."

The disciples from each peak were whispering to each other, their eyes all focused on the Tongtian Peak camp, their expressions full of anticipation for a good show.

Some curious people even stood up and stood on tiptoe to get a closer look at Zhao Changsheng, muttering all kinds of sarcastic remarks.