18: The martial arts competition began, and the Xuanlei Sect disciples were killed.

"Night Owl, you go and draw lots on behalf of our Sect." Jiang Chen took a small sip of tea and instructed Night Owl beside him.

"Yes, Revered Master!" Night Owl bowed to accept the order and slowly walked toward the drawing box.

Meanwhile, the other Three Great Sects had each sent a participating Disciple to draw lots on behalf of their Sects.

"Alright, let the drawing begin. Since the Xuanlei Sect arrived first, they shall draw first."

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the Elder by the drawing box looked at the Xuanlei Sect's representative Disciple and said.

The Xuanlei Sect's representative was a male Disciple.

Hearing the Elder speak, he cast a cold, stern glance at the other three people, then reached his hand into the drawing box. After fumbling around for a moment, he pulled out a jade plaque and handed it to the Elder presiding over the drawing.

"Xuanlei Sect, Defending the Arena!" The drawing Elder glanced at the jade plaque and shouted out loud.

A Disciple beside him quickly recorded the Xuanlei Sect's information, adding it to the tournament records.

"Good. Next, the Qingtian Sect draws." The drawing Elder continued, speaking to Night Owl.

Night Owl did not hesitate; he strode over to the drawing box, grabbed a jade plaque, and handed it to the drawing Elder.

"Qingtian Sect, First Attacker!" The drawing Elder looked at it and shouted again.

Next, the Disciples from the Huang Ji Gate and the Ziyan Sect each drew a jade plaque and handed them to the drawing Elder.

"Huang Ji Gate, Second Attacker; Ziyan Sect, Third Attacker."

Very quickly, the order of attack and defense for the Sects was established.

The Xuanlei Sect belonged to the defending side; as long as they held the arena, they would win.

The Qingtian Sect was the First Attacker, which meant they would be the first to challenge the Xuanlei Sect. If they defeated all the Xuanlei Sect's Disciples, the Xuanlei Sect would be eliminated.

As for the Huang Ji Gate and the Ziyan Sect, they were second and third, respectively, representing their order of challenge.

"Hmph, brat from the Qingtian Sect, don't think you're so great just because you're also at Soul Projection Peak. Compared to our Xuanlei Sect, your Qingtian Sect is still far behind."

The male Disciple representing the Xuanlei Sect, seeing that his first opponent was the Qingtian Sect, couldn't help but mock Night Owl.

In the past, the competition was always between the Three Great Sects. This year, a little-known Qingtian Sect had suddenly popped up, inevitably inviting their contempt.

Their Three Great Sects had a Legacy spanning a thousand years; how could the foundation of a newly emerged Sect compare to them?

Even if both were at Soul Projection Peak, in terms of Cultivation Technique, the Qingtian Sect definitely could not compare to the Xuanlei Sect.

And the difference in Cultivation Technique was the difference in strength; a good Cultivation Technique would cause people in the same Realm to have vast differences in strength.

"Heh, you'll find out in a moment just how far your trash Sect, which you're so proud of, falls behind my Qingtian Sect." Night Owl grinned and walked back toward Jiang Chen.

He couldn't be bothered to waste too many words on trashy mockery. Once they were on the arena, these people would know how ridiculously weak they were.

"You..." The male Disciple from the Xuanlei Sect wanted to say more, but seeing Night Owl turn and walk away, he was so frustrated that his Face turned red.

"Brother Li Kun, what's wrong? This Qingtian Sect Disciple didn't give you any Face? Hahaha!!" The drawing Disciple from the Huang Ji Gate, seeing the Xuanlei Sect male Disciple holding back a belly full of rage, laughed out loud from the side.

Although the Ziyan Sect Disciple didn't say anything, he also had an expression of watching a joke.

Their three Sects were inherently in a competitive relationship, and now, seeing the Xuanlei Sect Disciple being humiliated, they couldn't help but feel great.

"Hmph, don't you two get happy too early. After I finish with the Qingtian Sect, you'll get yours." Li Kun threw down a harsh threat and slunk away.

Very quickly, under the arrangement of the presiding Elder, the defending Sects for each Realm were all in position.

The challenging Sects also gathered under the arena one after another.

Night Owl led Gu Chen and Qin Fei'er, reported to Jiang Chen, and walked toward their respective challenge arenas.

At this moment, on the Out of Body Realm arena, three Xuanlei Sect Disciples were already standing on the platform.

Two men and one woman; Li Kun, who had just mocked Night Owl, was clearly on one of the arenas.

As a Disciple who had been deeply educated by Jiang Chen, Night Owl certainly wouldn't let go of the person who dared to mock him and the Qingtian Sect, so he undoubtedly chose Li Kun's arena.

Gu Chen chose the other male Disciple, and Qin Fei'er chose the female Disciple.

The three of them thus allocated their opponents and waited for the referee Elder's command to officially begin the challenge.

"It's starting, it's starting." The audience from various large and small Sects in the seating area all looked toward the Out of Body Realm arena with great interest.

Although there were arenas for other Realms on the field, compared to the Out of Body Realm, they obviously lacked appeal.

"I wonder what the strength of this Qingtian Sect really is. Can they challenge the Xuanlei Sect?"

"You're daydreaming. Although the Qingtian Sect Disciples are also at Soul Projection Peak, there are only these three lonely people. Even if they defeat these few Xuanlei Sect Disciples, there are still other Xuanlei Sect Disciples coming on stage later; they will be dragged down to death."

"That's right. It's already not easy for this Qingtian Sect to cultivate three such young Out of Body Realm Disciples. To want to defeat the Xuanlei Sect, unless its Disciples are all Prodigies?"

"Heh heh, I actually hope a miracle happens. If the Qingtian Sect defeats the Xuanlei Sect, then today's tournament will be very interesting to watch."

The audience in the arena discussed it, one after another.

Most of them did not favor the Qingtian Sect, believing that the Qingtian Sect was just forcing itself to join the fun to raise its own Sect's reputation.

Of course, there were also some people who hoped that the Qingtian Sect would defeat the Xuanlei Sect, so that they, as small Sects, could enjoy a big piece of gossip this year.

The three Sect Masters sat under the stage, watching the arena with calm expressions.

Their previous worry about the Qingtian Sect taking the top spot was just a bit of uncertainty when facing an unknown force.

If one were to really look at their strength, these three people from the Qingtian Sect couldn't stir up any waves at all.

Because in terms of numbers alone, they already held a huge advantage, so for the Qingtian Sect to win, unless these three Disciples were all Geniuses capable of taking on ten enemies at once, it would be impossible.

"The tournament begins!!" Following the command of the referee Elder, the people on the arenas of various Realms began to move.

"Kekeke!" "Brat, you don't walk the bright path, yet you insist on running onto my arena; you truly have a death wish." Li Kun looked at the Night Owl opposite him and revealed a cruel smile.

In the Xuanlei Sect, except for the Sect Leader and the Elders, no one had ever dared to give him, Li Kun, a hard time. Today, having his Face slapped by Night Owl, a Disciple from another Sect, his mood was absolutely terrible.

Now, Night Owl actually dared to take the initiative to choose him as an opponent, so he shouldn't blame him for being ruthless.

"Heh, what I am walking is of course the bright path; the one with a death wish is you!!" A cold sneer appeared on the corner of Night Owl's mouth.

No sooner had the words fallen than he channeled his cultivation and charged toward Li Kun.

A fist wrapped in red, bloody Qi slammed fiercely toward Li Kun's head.

"Hmph, petty... Ah!!" Li Kun had originally wanted to show off, but Night Owl's fist was simply too fast; almost in the blink of an eye, it was at his head.

"Bang!" Li Kun only had time to let out a miserable scream before his head was smashed.

"Can't let it go to waste." Night Owl muttered, threw another punch, and blasted Li Kun into a cloud of blood mist, absorbing it into his body.