This man's name is Xue Cheng.
He is one of the top students in the Xuan Palace, was a freshman in the last session, and is naturally a senior now, over three thousand years old, at the Fifth Level Realm of the Fixed Character Eternal Domain, already exceedingly outstanding.
If it weren't for the presence of Bei Buxiu, he might have had a chance at taking first place at this Xuan Palace tournament. Of course, now with Bei Buxiu, there's no need to think about the first place, but he can still aim for the second.
He held a black Heavy Saber, curled his lips, his footwork as swift as the wind, nearly stepping onto the stage with a single step.
However, at that moment...
No one could have anticipated!
That Bei Buxiu, who had been standing atop the stage, actually moved suddenly.
Bang.
A casual palm strike.
Bei Buxiu didn't even lift his head properly, didn't even give Xue Cheng a glance, and just casually struck out a palm.
