Chapter 429: Grandmaster (3)
The death of the Peng Family Head had been an unplanned incident—an impromptu duel to the death that left no room for formality.
The official duels of the Huashan Pact were different.
They were held at an appointed time, starting exactly on schedule, and conducted with great magnificence. This was largely due to the generous support of the wealthy lay disciples from the Nine Sects.
At the heart of the Emerald Jade Sword Manor, a vast dueling stage stood—a grand platform of golden-hued bricks, their surfaces sheared so cleanly that they resembled polished marble.
Encircling it, six or so tiers of viewing platforms and pavilions formed a wide ring, with large canopies providing shade. Beyond them, the manor’s tall, pristine white walls gleamed under the blazing sun, reflecting light in all directions.
Beyond that, as far as the eye could see, a sea of people filled every available space.
It was a literal ocean of people. Some claimed that this was the largest martial duel gathering in the last fifty years.
“Mount Wudang’s Elder Zhang Bong...!”
“The Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin are here!”
“Aren’t those monks from the Four Vajras? I never thought I’d see all six of the Great Seals in my lifetime...!”
“Look over there! Swordsmen from Mount Qingcheng!”
“The Six Kings Sect! Even they have come!”