Howling Silver Wolf Palm

The next morning, as the melodious tolls of the clock rang again, Su Mo took out his Black-dark Sword, put it on his back, and returned to the Outer Square.

The square was still as loud as usual and swarming with people.

Nangong Linjue and the other Disciples of the Sky Alliance still looked at him with killing desire.

Duan Jingtian remained standing in the pavilion.

However, there was only one fighting ring left on the square for the Tournament.

After a while, the First Elder stood up and announced.

"The final Tournament will still be ranked by a point system. Every one of the 10 contestants has to battle the other nine, amounting to a total of 45 battles."

"Alright, let the Tournament begin!"

As soon as the First Elder stopped speaking, the entire square erupted with thunderous sounds.

The Tournament was the most exciting part of the Outer Disciple Competition.