The atmosphere in the arena became oppressive!It was suffocating.Nearly hundreds and thousands of eyes first glanced at Remus, then simultaneously turned toward Richardo. He had just said that if someone entered, he would personally apologize to all of them. What was he going to do?Just a moment ago, Master Erjon Windrow and the others could still tease Richardo, but now they couldn't easily speak up. After all, Richardo was still the Young Saint Master and he would soon inherit the position of the Saint Master once he returned. They still needed to respect him.However…Regardless of whether they spoke up or not, Richardo was crazily mad. As a Young Saint Master, he was embarrassed in front of so many people. What should he do?Apologize? His identity wouldn't allow him to do so!Not apologize? They would think he was someone who failed to keep a promise!He was caught in a dilemma.After pondering for a moment, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you really enter from th

Whoosh!All the people present in the Grand Competition felt the pressure of the blow. The crowd fell silent in an instant and without any sign.Looking around, the expressions on everyone's faces were frozen.Not only the disciples but also the masters and Grandmasters sitting above!They all felt like they were dreaming. Did Remus just strike Jack away with a single blow?How could this be possible?Remus smiled and remained calm. The people of the sacred lands were all his enemies, so there was no need to be polite or hide his true power.He glanced around and looked at each of the disciples of the sacred lands. However... he still couldn't find Glinda, Seraphine, and Husan!"Did... did he win?""Jack is in the early stage of the Divine Unity Stage, which is one level higher than him. In addition, the gap between the Divine Separation Stage and the Divine Unity Stage is insurmountable. How could he win?""Jack must not have been prepared, and he took advantage of the opp

"What?"The disciples of the Shenington couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this scene.Others might think that these wild grasses were simple techniques, but they were very clear that these wild grasses were actually related to spiritual energy.Kris was a cultivator in the middle phase of the Divine Unity Stage. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the pride of the Shenington. These wild grasses were enough to strangle a cultivator at the peak of the Divine Separation Stage.The wild grasses were somehow all shattered by Remus.It wasn't just them.The disciples from the other three sacred lands also felt their hearts racing when they witnessed the scene. Remus seemed to be stronger than they had imagined!"Very good!" Kris was also startled when he witnessed the scene, but he tried to look calm. He shouted, "If you are too weak, you are not worth my time. Next, I will show you the true techniques!"I will show you the true power of sacred lands!"As his words fell

Upon hearing this, everyone trembled once again.While the other three sacred lands were happy to see the Shenington embarrassed, they never expected Remus to be so straightforward. He was practically pushing the Shenington to its limits with his words.The disciples of the Shenington were furious."Shameless!""You're going too far!""Young Saint Master, I'm willing to go and fight. Even if it means being crushed to pieces and dying, I'll make him pay! I can't bear this humiliation!"Remus remained calm and looked up, waiting for that female disciple to speak again. Once she came down, he could see who it was!However…Richardo suddenly smiled, not responding to the disciples, nor targeting Remus.He said calmly, "I suddenly suspect now that he is a disciple secretly cultivated by the other three sacred lands, deliberately targeting the Shenington in this Grand Competition. Such a good trap!""Nonsense!" Grandmaster Carlex immediately lost his temper. He had deep conflicts w

Upon hearing these words, disciples from Ryunington and Monington were filled with rage. They had seen arrogance before, but never such blatant disregard for themselves! Being chosen as disciples of a sacred land indicated that they were exceptional, each one of them was carefully selected and outstood their peers. They not only possessed strength but also pride!A disciple from Monington stood up indignantly, bowed and said, "Grandmaster Aurelius "Goldheart" Cymbal, Grandmasters, and Masters, I am a disciple of Monington. Today, I cannot tolerate it any longer. Even if you punish me when we return, I must deal with this bandit.""I will protect the dignity of Monington!"After speaking, without waiting for orders from Grandmaster Aurelius "Goldheart" Cymbal and the others, he leaped toward the island and shouted angrily, "A thousand Snowflakes!"Suddenly, the once lush island was covered in thick snowflakes drifting down from the sky. The snowflakes danced gracefully, creating a