Chapter 403: Just Wait and See

"Hahaha, Miss Yun'er is right! We'll be there too!" the two men from Blood Blade Manor laughed, a savage light in their eyes.

"You're getting way too arrogant. We'll see who gets replaced—I bet it'll be you!" a man dressed in black said from the side.

The man looked quite young, but his clothes seemed far too somber.

In other words, they gave him a lifeless air.

"Since when did your Netherworld Sect get so timid?" the two from Blood Blade Manor said.

"The Netherworld Sect is not timid. I'm just advising you not to cause trouble during the Martial Arts Grand Ceremony. Otherwise, you'll be the ones to regret it!" You Qingtian said.

The Netherworld Sect had an ancient history, its headquarters nestled within the Border Mountain Range.

When Chu Feng became a Martial Arts Venerable, the Netherworld Sect had already conducted a thorough investigation and analysis of him. Their final conclusion: Chu Feng was not someone they could afford to make an enemy of.

Furthermore, before their departure, the members of the Netherworld Sect had been explicitly warned to be cautious, keep a low profile, and under no circumstances provoke Chu Feng.

"What? Has the Netherworld Sect gotten so arrogant? Sounds like we'll have to pay your sect a visit in the Southern Border," the two from Blood Blade Manor sneered.

"Heh, is that right? Then by all means, come. Don't even mention just Blood Blade Manor; what does it matter if you add Spirit Sword Valley to the mix? I'd like to see if you actually dare," You Qingtian said with a smile.

"You punk, you really think we wouldn't dare?"

"Come if you dare. You're welcome anytime," You Qingtian said. Without another word, he turned and walked away, ignoring them.

"Blood Blade Manor is nothing but a pack of vermin." At that moment, a disciple from the Cyan Profound Sect sneered, his contempt for them obvious.

The Cyan Profound Sect also had a formidable background—terrifyingly so. But no one knew the true extent of their power.

In a word: terrifying.

"It seems Blood Blade Manor hasn't made a move in years. Has everyone started to think we're pushovers, easy to bully?" The expressions of the two men from Blood Blade Manor were utterly livid, their faces contorted with rage.

But for all their talk, there was nothing they could do. The people who dared to show contempt for Blood Blade Manor all came from powerful backgrounds. In a one-on-one fight, the outcome would be anyone's guess.

Besides, the enmity between Blood Blade Manor and the Wudang Sect was even deeper, having reached an almost irreconcilable point where they fought on sight.

The Wudang Sect was another powerful Sect with a long-standing heritage and terrifying strength.

It was a well-known fact that the Wudang Sect accepted any and all public challenges.

Such a domineering policy spoke volumes about their power; how could they dare make such a claim if they weren't truly strong?

"It's been a couple of years since you lot from Blood Blade Manor got a proper lesson, and now you're itching for another beating, is that it? Did you really think Wudang had let you off the hook?" At that moment, a Wudang Disciple in a Daoist robe with a longsword on his back walked over.

"A Wudang Disciple!"

Many people cried out in surprise.

"On a normal day, you're like rats scurrying through a gutter, yet you dare to act so arrogantly here? Do you take us Wudang for useless freeloaders? Just wait for the tournament. You'll see how Wudang will slay every last one of you, making sure you never dare show your faces again!" the Wudang Disciple declared.

"Fine. Your Wudang is arrogant indeed. We'll see who slays whom when the time comes!" The eyes of the two from Blood Blade Manor were bloodshot, radiating palpable killing intent.

"Hahaha, then we'll just have to see if you Blood Blade Manor can take a beating!" the Wudang Disciple laughed heartily.

This time, the Wudang Sect had brought many people. Even some of the old-timers had come, though they were currently hidden from view.

This was the source of the Wudang Disciple's confidence, the reason he dared to provoke Blood Blade Manor so brazenly.

Only this Wudang Disciple, Han Xian, knew about it.

Nearly all of Wudang's various factions were present. Dozens of experts at the Martial Arts Peak Realm had come, along with several at the Martial Arts Limit.

This was an incredibly formidable force, all hidden away and waiting for the upcoming tournament.

Wudang had brought nearly two hundred people this time, though only seven or eight of them were competing. Their true purpose for coming was to deal with Blood Blade Manor.

After all, the two sects were mortal enemies.

"We'll just wait and see who dies first!" the two disciples from Blood Blade Manor retorted defiantly.

It was bound to be a long night. Many people would surely be too restless to sleep.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating the next day's matches—the finals.

By the next day, all forty disciples had gathered, standing in their designated positions.

The entire arena was buzzing with excitement, and anticipation filled the air.

As the sun began to rise, Chu Feng opened his eyes. He, his wife, and Jiang Tao all headed to the competition venue together.

By the time they arrived, a large crowd had already gathered. It was clear from the look on everyone's faces that they were filled with eager anticipation.