A World of Cultivation I Possess

Island in the Lake.

When Chen Mobai arrived, those sparring on the stage began to hasten their matches, eager to finish quickly and vacate the stage.

From now on, every match would be a peak-level duel between Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Immortal Gate.

If they could learn even a bit from these matches, it would undoubtedly be a huge boost for them.

"President, Lu Qiulong's opponents over the past three days have been quite ordinary. He hasn't even used the Spirit Fusion technique."

On the platform of the Refining Department, Zhuang Jialan spoke with a face full of guilt.@@novelbin@@

During this time, Sun Daoji had even volunteered to challenge Lu Qiulong to gather information, but was rejected.

To save his peak state for Chen Mobai, Lu Qiulong didn't care about losing face.

"Then I'll make him use it today. Film it well."

Chen Mobai smiled, leaving Zhuang Jialan at a loss for words.

Isn't filming this to gather more intel on your opponent?

Now, the Mending the Sky and Kunpeng academies, along with several top-ranked schools, had clearly united against Chen Mobai, starting with Ling Daoshi.

Today, Lu Qiulong had only chosen three ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators over the past three days to warm up.

But now, he had not only shaved clean but also changed into a white tight vest, black pants, and cloth shoes, revealing his muscular shoulders and arms. Standing at the forefront of the True Spirit Academy's platform, he looked like a furnace of blood and energy.

Just standing there, he exuded a powerful, robust, and fierce visual impact.