In front of the mountain gate of Thousand Martial Hall, there was an unprecedented bustle. All the strong figures from the Thousand Martial State had gathered here.
The powerful from the three kingdoms, seven sects, and eight great families were especially solemn, encircling the mountain gate, deterring other strong figures with their aura of maintaining order.
Cui Huayu yawned and murmured, "Xu Yan will either die or leave Thousand Martial Hall with a swollen face, but the odds of death are too high.
"The fellows from Thousand Martial Hall won't swallow this insult. Even if Xu Yan wins now, he won't live for long.
"It's always been said that Thousand Martial Hall is the most shameless; they've often played dirty behind the scenes. They wouldn't hesitate to strike at Loose Cultivators, let alone members of their own Transcendent Spirit Sect."
Cui Huayu felt that Xu Yan was likely to shine for just a moment and then quickly fall.