Chapter 3728 Group 9

Ye Bufan watched the great battle on the stage.

As two seeded teams, Crimson Cloud Sect and Qi Family did not fight each other; they had clearly reached a tacit understanding that they only needed to secure a qualifying spot.

The remaining eight Sects, although fighting with all their might, had too great a disparity in strength.

The vast majority of these forty people were at the Great Supreme Immortal cultivation level, Great Luo Immortals were a minority, and those who reached the Immortal King level were even rarer.

However, these people were extremely diligent in showcasing their strength, for a simple purpose: not to qualify, but to attract the attention of the various Sects and secure a good future for themselves.

From the performance on stage, it was clear that the Hundred Sects Tournament was merely a formality; the results had already been largely decided before the competition began, and no one could shake the status of the Three Sects, Five Factions, and Seven Great Families.

Only within the group of a seeded team might others have a chance, but this was already very satisfying for the various Sects.

After all, strength determines everything, and the power of these great Sects and great Families was far beyond what they could compare to.

The subsequent matches continued: the second group, the third group, the fourth group…

They appeared intensely fierce and wonderfully diverse, but in fact, the overall flow was calm, and the results showed no surprises.

Occasionally, one or two astonishing Geniuses would appear, but they only served to momentarily impress.

In team battles like this, the outstanding performance of one or two individuals could not change the overall situation, unless they were particularly powerful Prodigies.

The Disciples sent by the Three Sects, Five Factions, and Seven Great Families firmly held their positions on the field, unshakeable by anyone.

Everything was as expected, though the Han Family's lineup was somewhat surprising.

Other Sects tried their best to hide their strength, while they almost revealed all their trump cards.

This left the other great Sects bewildered, wondering what the Han Family was trying to do.

Feeling the reactions of the surrounding crowd, Han Lingkuang gritted his teeth in hatred, glared fiercely at Ye Bufan, and then, after stepping off the stage, went to the Zhao Family's seats.

As Genius Disciples from the Seven Great Families, he and Zhao Xingyun still had some friendship.

“Brother Zhao, help me eliminate that Ye from Lingyun Sword Sect later, and I’ll owe you a favor.”

Zhao Xingyun was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily; he had originally intended to kill Ye Bufan anyway, so now he was getting a favor for free.

This kid truly was a troublemaker, even offending the Han Family.

The competition then continued and quickly reached the ninth group.

Ye Bufan had already arranged the participants for the stage; he had to participate himself, bringing Leng Qingqiu along.

The remaining three were Ling Jianyi, Ling Jianfei, and Ling Jiansi from Lingyun Sword Sect.

These three were only at the Great Supreme Immortal cultivation level; in fact, they were just there to fill a spot, primarily to mislead other Sects.

This was the lineup Ye Bufan decided on after carefully observing the previous matches.

Although Leng Qingqiu's cultivation was only at Immortal King Peak, her strength was definitely that of an Immortal Lord Early Stage, and an invincible one at that; she alone was enough.

“The Age of Genes”

This way, they could both ensure group qualification and hide their side's strength.

At the same time, with himself present, combined with the Divine Sense Blade, he could definitely sweep through Immortal Lord Early Stage, and even contend with Immortal Lord Middle Stage.

Therefore, this was the optimal lineup, capable of considering all aspects.

Soon, with Wu Huo Daojun’s command, everyone ascended the stage.

By this point in the competition, the surrounding crowd was somewhat numb, and this group, being the most predictable, failed to generate much interest.

The Zhao Family's qualification was considered a foregone conclusion by many; the remaining Sects were weaker, with low cultivation levels, and offered little to see.

Thus, it was quiet below the stage, and only when Leng Qingqiu ascended the stage did her exquisite beauty capture the gaze of countless people.

Zhao Xingyun leaped onto the arena and immediately spotted Ye Bufan.

“Kid, I really didn’t expect you’d still dare to come on stage!”

As he spoke, the surrounding crowd immediately looked over, never expecting that this small Lingyun Sword Sect had actually provoked the Third Young Master of the Zhao Family; wasn't this courting death?

“Where did this Sect come from? I’ve never seen them before…”

“I heard they’re a small Sect from Dile Heaven; I don’t know how they got so lucky this time to even get a participation token…”

“Getting a token is useless; having offended the Zhao Family, if they step down now, they might save their lives, but once they make a move, they’re completely dead…”

Everyone discussed, looking at Ye Bufan, their gazes as if looking at a dead person.

Although according to the rules of the competition, only the Physical Body could be injured, not the Primordial Spirit.

This was considered preserving a glimmer of hope, but without a Physical Body, it would be difficult to attempt Possession and Rebirth, and even if successful, their cultivation would be much lower than before.

Listening to the surrounding discussions and feeling the gazes of the crowd, Ling Jiansi and the other two were somewhat terrified; if it weren't for the Supreme Sect Leader standing nearby, they might have already turned and jumped off the arena.

Ye Bufan, however, seemed to see nothing, a brilliant smile on his face.

“What’s there to be afraid of? I already said, I am the Dominator of this group’s match.”

“Kid, you’re truly a madman. What right do you have to say such a thing?”

Zhao Xingyun gritted his teeth, “Then before you die, let me show you who the true Dominator is!”

He had originally intended to strike directly, but now he changed his mind; he wanted the opponent to witness his capabilities and then slowly die in despair.

“Listen up, all of you! I will be the Dominator of this match. Now, go and destroy Lingyun Sword Sect for me. Whoever performs well, I will let them qualify with me.”

After he finished speaking, the crowd on the viewing platform couldn't help but frown.

It was clear that Zhao Xingyun's approach was somewhat underhanded, even bordering on a violation of rules.

However, Wu Huo Daojun had already announced the principle of the competition: there were no principles.

No matter what happened on stage, as long as two Sects remained in the end, they were the victors.

Precisely because of this, although it all seemed absurd, no one said anything, especially since it was the Zhao Family acting.

The other eight Sects on the arena, after a brief moment of astonishment, instantly erupted.

Before this, these people harbored a sliver of fantasy, as this subgroup was somewhat special, having only one seeded team.

They dared not compare themselves to the Zhao Family, but they all wanted to secure the remaining spot and become the lucky ones of the entire competition.

Now the opportunity had arrived; as long as they dealt with the small Lingyun Sword Sect and satisfied the Zhao Family, the remaining spot would belong to them.

These people no longer had any hesitation; they rushed forward, vying with each other.

But just then, a sharp Sword Light suddenly flashed, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, its brilliance dazzling the eyes, and its chilling Sword Qi made countless people tremble with fear.

This sword strike was truly too sharp; it instantly left a sword mark on the arena, half a foot deep and running through the entire platform.

At this, everyone was stunned. One must know that this arena was not constructed from ordinary Materials; it was a Magic Treasure.

It was engraved with various defensive Formations, possessing extremely strong defensive power.

The previous eight consecutive battles hadn't left many traces, yet this woman achieved such a degree with one sword strike, showing her formidable strength.