Chapter 372: Ritual (2)
A single letter was posted throughout the capital.
It spoke of a martial tournament—one unlike anything in recent memory. Its words summoned absolute masters from across the land.
Who could refuse such a challenge?
It was a proclamation so grand that it was shaking all twelve provinces and seven prefectures that made up Sichuan, enough to uproot the entire region.
Not only Sichuan, but even lands beyond were now in turmoil, swept up in the ripples of this ever-expanding declaration of war.
Rustle.
A letter, carried by the wind, lodged itself between the pure white index and middle fingers of the Golden Dawn Sect’s Master.
At the same time, the Buddha statue, which had been wildly bouncing and spinning in midair, suddenly plummeted to the ground with a heavy thud.
As though an unseen hand had abruptly vanished.
"One-on-one duels? Or a survival gauntlet...?"
She murmured, her voice small but rising slightly at the end.
It was clear that she had lost interest in the Buddha statue she had been toying with.