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Cui Huayu yawned muttered, "Xu Yan will either die or his face will be swollen from getting beaten by the Thousand Martial Hall, but the probability of death is too high.

"The people from the Thousand Martial Hall won't swallow their pride easily. Even if Xu Yan wins now, he won't live long.

"They say that the Thousand Martial Hall is the most shameless, often resorting to underhanded means behind the scenes. They've been known to strike against both Loose Cultivators and their own sect members."

Cui Huayu thought Xu Yan's brilliance would probably only last a moment, and that his downfall was fast approaching.

"I wonder if the All Ages Alliance will send any powerful fighters."

Cui Huayu stuck his head out again, surveying the surroundings.

So far, there was no mention of Xu Yan being the genius of the All Ages Alliance, but since he was a Loose Cultivator, it was unlikely that the All Ages Alliance would not send anyone powerful.

After all, they had to guard against the possibility of the Thousand Martial Hall breaking rules.

"How did the Thousand Martial Hall swallow their pride last time?"

Cui Huayu was somewhat puzzled.

Given the nature of the Thousand Martial Hall, shouldn't they have dispatched a powerful fighter to suppress Xu Yan when he challenged them at their doorstep last time?

But, they didn't!

Could it be because they were afraid to lose face and tarnish the reputation of the Thousand Martial Hall under public scrutiny?

"There must be some inside information."

Cui Huayu chuckled.

Just as he was about to pull his head back in, he suddenly turned towards the sky, his expression one of surprise.

"Why is she here?"

A lady with a thin silk veil completely covering her face was stealthily making her way towards him, taking a position on a big tree not far away.

"Why would someone from the Taimiao Sect join in on this commotion? Even if they wanted to, they should have sent a disciple, not her."

Cui Huayu looked on, bewildered.

The visitor was none other than Yarong, disciple of Xin Mengrou from the Taimiao Sect!

"She's at the peak of the Refining God Heavenly Man level and is a disciple of Xin Mengrou. Definitely not someone to be underestimated."

Muttering to himself, Cui Huayu pulled his head back into the palace, awaiting the appearance of Xu Yan.

Time passed and the day of reckoning arrived.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for Xu Yan's appearance.

At the gate of the Thousand Martial Hall, various geniuses had gathered, their faces icy. Thousand Martial Lord looked indifferent, also waiting for Xu Yan's appearance.

"What's going on? Did Xu Yan back down?"

"It's possible. He might have sustained major injuries after the fight. That's probably why he asked for a half-month postponement—to heal his wounds."

"Sounds reasonable."

Seeing that Xu Yan had not appeared, the crowd of martial artists began to speculate.

"Do you think there's a chance that Xu Yan said he'd be back in half a month just to hold off the Thousand Martial Hall, then took the opportunity to escape and hide?"

"Now that you mention it, it could be possible!"

As Xu Yan was nowhere in sight, many participants presumed he might not have recovered from the injuries he sustained during the previous fight, hence the appointed half-month wait.

Others speculated that he might have used the half-month schedule to distract the Thousand Martial Hall, then took the opportunity to escape and go into hiding.

Due to the growing speculations, even the Thousand Martial Hall began to doubt.

They wore gloomy expressions.

After investing a significant amount of resources and secret techniques to enhance their geniuses' abilities, preparing an all-out attack to bring Xu Yan down, it turned out he'd escaped?

Had the Thousand Martial Hall been played for fools?

The longer Xu Yan's absence, the more plausible it seemed to them. Their faces darkened further, murderous intents palpable. They wished they could devour Xu Yan alive.

The expressions on the faces of the elders of the Thousand Martial Hall were equally stern.

Meanwhile, the geniuses who had been prepared to risk everything were exchanging glances. They had labored for half a month, fully prepared for a fight to the death only to find out their opponent had run off.

Still, they felt a small sense of relief—they no longer needed to risk their lives. Plus, they had become disciples of the Thousand Martial Hall, an enormous gain.

In fact, they should be thanking Xu Yan. Without him, how could they have become disciples of the Thousand Martial Hall that easily?

Even though Xu Yan hadn't shown up, their statuses as disciples of the Thousand Martial Hall and their increased strengths were undeniable, which were great opportunities.

Just then, a figure in the sky approached at an extreme speed.

All noise ceased as they turned to look, only to be disappointed again.

It wasn't Xu Yan!

"A representative from the All Ages Alliance?"

"This one is powerful—an elite from the All Ages Alliance."

In the crowd of observers, someone recognized the identity of the new arrival, a supreme member of the All Ages Alliance.

"It seems to be... Tian Ji, the Great Protector of the All Ages Alliance."

"Right, it is indeed him. I didn't expect the All Ages Alliance to send him. Unfortunately, Xu Yan seems to have backed off."

Tian Ji hurriedly approached, landing on a large tree. He didn't get too close to the Thousand Martial Hall. His gaze fell on the arena, and he paused.

Where are they?

He had rushed over as soon as he received the news, fearing that the shameless ones from the Thousand Martial Hall might bully the weak.

But, where were they?

Had he arrived a step too late? Had Xu Yan already been killed?

"Where's Xu Yan? You shameless rogues from the Thousand Martial Hall, how dare you defy the rules of the genius battle!"

Tian Ji was furious.

He reached out and slapped, and the big halberd on his back soared into the air, landing into his hand.

This was one of the Divine Artifacts of the All Ages Alliance, the Thousand Mountain Halberd!