General Tielin Mo Tie's face glowed red and he was extremely proud.

"Yuan Zhan, you have already lost two people. I wonder if anyone dares to fight again?"

Mo Tie laughed and said.

Yuan Zhan snorted coldly and looked back again.

"Everyone, is there anyone else willing to play?"

Fang Xiao looked at all the disciples.

Everyone was silent.

Among the outer disciples from the four major sects who came this time, there were more than a hundred disciples from the first level of the Lingwu Realm, but no one dared to play.

The strength shown by the Lieyang Sect disciple just now, although not the strongest among them, is still the best among them.

Even that man couldn't stop Liangchuan's sword, and if anyone else came in, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

This is not a competition between sects. If you fail, you can start over.

If you fail here, it means life, death, and soul annihilation.

Some disciples with high cultivation levels are also helpless. Although they are strong, they cannot play.

Seeing that no one from the four major sects came on stage, Yuan Zhan was secretly annoyed and immediately gave an order to the deputy general beside him.

Immediately, a soldier wearing armor walked out from the Black Scale Army.

Since no one from the four major sects came to play, Yuan Zhan had no choice but to dispatch his army officers.

It is impossible for Yuan Zhan to voluntarily admit defeat.
Chapter completed!