The sun rose over the massive arena of Ocean City, its marble steps packed with spectators from all over the continent—royals, sect leaders, rogue cultivators, and arrogant young masters with too much hair gel.
The arena floor was a vast stage of white stone, with formation lines etched deep into the ground to absorb spiritual energy and prevent accidental deaths.
Drums thundered.
A massive golden bell rang.
"Let the Ocean City Tournament—begin!"
Cheers erupted as the first battle was announced.
The two teams stepped onto the stage. On one side, cultivators in flowing blue robes, graceful and composed.
On the other—hot-blooded sword freaks who looked like they drank molten steel for breakfast.
"Don't blink," Hei Long muttered as he leaned forward in his seat, surrounded by his teammates.
Lin Fan crossed his arms, trying to look deep and mysterious. "Tch. This is nothing."
Mu Qianxue sipped wine.
