As soon as dawn broke, members of the major sects had already gathered at the site of the competition. Today was expected to be the most thrilling event of the martial arts tournament, and no one wanted to miss it.
Zhang Weiping, the Master of Smoke Rain Pavilion, also arrived early. A confident smile was on his face, and the disciples of the Smoke Rain Pavilion appeared energetic, feeling proud as it was a day their sect master was to showcase his power.
Ye Suping and the disciples of the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion stood far away. It wasn't that they didn't want to watch the contest; it was because they knew that the combat capabilities of the two participants were extremely powerful, and there was a real possibility of innocent bystanders getting hurt. Keeping a distance was the wisest choice.
