Chapter 3699: Victory

After seeing the result, Leng Hantian looked arrogant, stepped out, and directly ascended the stage.

Having reached Great Luo Immortal Peak at just eight hundred years old, his strength was enough to make him look down on his peers.

Precisely because of this, it didn't matter to him who his opponent was; in any case, he would be the ultimate victor of this match.

As soon as he appeared, the audience below erupted in cheers; not only Ice Cloud Valley, but also Flame God Hall and Black Tiger Gate had many admirers.

This was not about Sects, but about reverence for the strong.

These people cheered, shouted, and applauded, as if the outcome of the match had already been decided.

"Silence!"

Gongyang Jian's authoritative voice echoed throughout the venue, and the scene instantly quieted down.

"Proceed as planned, draw lots quickly."

At his command, Leng Binghuang realized he hadn't drawn his lot yet and reached for the remaining three light orbs.

With the light orb in his hand, he opened it to reveal three small characters: Ye Bufan.

It was a very unfamiliar name, one that almost no one present had heard of, but looking at Lingyun Sword Sect's lineup, it was easy to guess it was the Young man they had never seen before.

While outsiders didn't know what was going on, Ling Jianyi and the others erupted in cheers and excitement.

They were also very aware of Leng Hantian's prowess; if anyone else had stepped forward, there would have been no hope of winning.

But Ye Bufan was different; he was someone who could make the entire Lingyun Sword Sect gasp for air, and even Ling Jianfeng was no match for him in a single exchange.

As long as Supreme Sect Leader made his move, let alone one Leng Hantian, even the entire Ice Cloud Valley would be nothing.

However, the cheers from the Lingyun Sword Sect disciples were met with a chorus of sneers.

In the eyes of other Sects, these people were cheering because of the 'Tian Ji's Horse Racing' strategy, believing that using the weakest opponent had consumed Leng Hantian's slot, which was why they were so excited.

Ye Bufan soared into the air, calm and composed, stepping onto the stage one step at a time.

Leng Hantian stood with his hands behind his back, looking arrogant.

He didn't even put the peers from the Four Great Sects in his eyes.

Let alone a young, inexperienced boy he had never met.

He even felt that drawing such a person was a complete humiliation for him.

"Kid, hurry up and get lost, you're not even worthy of me making a move!"

His words were extremely arrogant, but in the ears of others, it was only natural.

What kind of cultivation could a young, inexperienced boy have? It was indeed not worth a Great Luo Immortal Peak's effort.

But just then, a crisp slap echoed through the air.

Ye Bufan's figure flashed past; many didn't even see how he moved, but a bright red palm print appeared on Leng Hantian's face.

"This…"

The scene was silent, everyone looking as if they had seen a ghost.

That movement technique was too fast, almost beyond the range of human vision.

Leng Hantian still stood there with his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, nostrils flared, and an arrogant expression.

If it weren't for the clear sound of the slap just now, and if that palm print weren't so distinct, many would have thought they were hallucinating.

"I'll give you a chance, say it again!"

Ye Bufan's indifferent voice rang out, telling everyone that all of this was real.

"You… you actually hit me…"

Leng Hantian was both shocked and enraged; the arrogance and haughtiness on his face vanished, replaced by an extremely ferocious expression.

He had originally thought the other party was merely an ant, but instead, he had been severely slapped in the face; how could he accept this?

"What, still haven't figured it out?"

Ye Bufan's figure flashed, appearing before him again, and with another raised hand, delivered a loud slap to the other side of his face.

Leng Hantian stood there, still unable to react.

Although he was at the Great Luo Immortal Peak cultivation, Ye Bufan had made even the Immortal King Donghua flee in all directions, so how could he compare?

Coupled with the profoundness of Liuguang Floating Shadow, he didn't even have a chance to react.

Leng Hantian's cheeks were now swollen high; he shook his head, steadied his mind, and assumed a starting stance.

"Kid, come again!"

In his opinion, he had just been too careless, which allowed the opponent to seize an opening.

But no sooner had his words fallen and his stance been assumed than Ye Bufan's figure appeared before him, slapping him across the face once more.

"Uh!"

Leng Hantian was utterly dumbfounded; he had been fully focused just now, but the opponent's speed was too fast.

The palm had already struck his face, and his two hands hadn't even had time to react.

"I'll kill you!"

Leng Hantian was both humiliated and enraged; as the Sect's top martial Dao Genius, as a Great Luo Immortal Peak powerhouse, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

At this moment, he no longer cared about his status or his reputation, reaching out to pull out a silver long blade.

The blade light flickered, forming a brilliant curtain of light.

But just then, a figure flashed, and Ye Bufan charged over again; the blade light dissipated.

When everyone's vision returned, they saw Leng Hantian held by the neck in Ye Bufan's hand.

At this moment, he no longer had any semblance of a master's demeanor, but was like a struggling chick.

He struggled desperately but couldn't break free, his heart filled with anger and fear.

What was the other party's strength? How could he be so powerful?

Could it be an Immortal King? But how was that possible? How old was the other party? How could he be even stronger than himself?

"Now do you know? If it weren't on the stage, you wouldn't even be qualified for me to make a move!"

Ye Bufan finished speaking, then kicked out, striking Leng Hantian hard in the abdomen, directly sending him flying off the stage.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were stirred by a tumultuous wave.

The moment Leng Hantian landed, it signified the end of the entire match.

Lingyun Sword Sect won all three matches, and with this victory, they finally obtained the Hundred Sects Tournament token.

This result exceeded everyone's expectations; they had not anticipated that Ling Jianyi, Ling Jianfei, and Ling Jiansi's strength would improve so dramatically.

Even more unexpectedly, the two new Young men who appeared were stronger than each other, especially the last Young man, who was so powerful that Leng Hantian was utterly helpless before him.

Everything was shocking, everything was unexpected; no one had thought that the weakest Lingyun Sword Sect would achieve the final victory.

Gongyang Jian had also been somewhat surprised before, but as an Immortal King-level powerhouse, he quickly regained his composure.

He stepped out, came onto the stage, and stood beside Ye Bufan.

"Ye Bufan wins this match, the battle of the Four Great Sects is over, and this old man officially announces that Lingyun Sword Sect has obtained the Hundred Sects Tournament token!"

His definitive declaration directly announced the final result.

Lingyun Sword Sect instantly erupted, each person letting out incredibly excited cheers.

For so many years, they had always been the backdrop, always at the bottom, always the target of others' humiliation.

Today, all the humiliation and unwillingness were swept away; after Supreme Sect Leader arrived, the entire Sect underwent earth-shattering changes.

From now on, the strongest among the Four Great Sects would no longer be Ice Cloud Valley, but Lingyun Sword Sect.

Some rejoiced, while others grieved; while they celebrated their victory, the remaining Three Great Sects were filled with desolation.

Especially Ice Cloud Valley, who had originally thought this was theirs for the taking, but it was taken by others instead, making it impossible for them to accept at once.

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Leng Hanchuan had originally been waiting for his fellow disciples to avenge him, but what he got was this result.

Unable to bear the blow, he directly jumped out.

"This is unfair, Lingyun Sword Sect must have used despicable means, the token should belong to my Ice Cloud Valley!"

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