Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 811 - 810: Holy Shit, My Uncle!

Without a doubt, the Phoenix Sect drawing a bye this time was purely a matter of luck, without any external interference—it was entirely determined by the lottery.

Thus, although many felt dissatisfied, angry, or even thought the Phoenix Sect was infuriating to the extreme, they were left with no choice but to watch helplessly as the Phoenix Sect advanced without a match.

Compared to the other twelve sects, the Phoenix Sect was truly enjoying an unprecedented level of ease.

Liuyun and the others cared little for the disdainful glances cast their way, occasionally teaming up with Hong Chen to glare back with equal hostility.

As for Su Han, he stood calmly with narrowed eyes, his gaze ever fixed on the arena.

At this moment, his primary focus remained on three formidable factions: One Slash Palace, the Guu Family, and the Xuanyuan Family.

One Slash Palace and the Guu Family shared a common characteristic—their unrelenting dominance and razor-sharp methods. Yet, they differed significantly in brutality: while One Slash Palace fought fiercely, they were not excessively ruthless, whereas the Guu Family exemplified true savagery—each opponent losing at least a hundred lives per confrontation.

Luck did not favor the Chang’an Mountain Gate in the preliminary tournament to narrow twelve contenders to six. Their opponent happened to be One Slash Palace.

The matchups of the remaining forces were as follows —

Sect of the Battle God VS Han Family.

Dragon Martial Trading House VS Chen Family.

Xuanyuan Family VS Ye Family.

Holy Spirit Palace VS Guu Family.

Sect of Peace VS Demon Domain.

At this level of competition, the battles were extraordinarily intense, with some competitors already employing their strongest techniques.

After all, significant differences separated the ranks of the top ten from the top twelve.

Unlike previous rounds, victories were no longer swift in this high-stakes arena.

When the last two sects concluded their bout, an hour had already passed.

Finally, the results were revealed—six sects advanced to the next round while six were eliminated:

Han Family, Chen Family, Ye Family, Guu Family, Sect of Peace, Chang’an Mountain Gate... Eliminated!

Sect of the Battle God, One Slash Palace, Xuanyuan Family, Holy Spirit Palace, Demon Domain, Dragon Martial Trading House... Advanced!

Of course, among the advancing sects was the Phoenix Sect, which had drawn a bye.

As soon as the results were announced, an uproar erupted.

While the elimination of the Han Family and Chen Family stirred little surprise, many lamented the defeat of the Sect of Peace and Guu Family.

The Sect of Peace—one of the Top Ten Super Sects—had a terrifying depth of resources and overwhelming strength, known for relentlessly championing peace.

Among countless hearts, the Sect of Peace stood as the most favorable impression among the Top Ten Super Sects. Yet, they had unexpectedly fallen at the hands of Demon Domain.

As for the Guu Family, right from the beginning, they had stormed through the competition with an extraordinary, seemingly heaven-defying momentum, sweeping aside all opposition. Many believed the Guu Family would advance to the final six, but ultimately, they were defeated by the Holy Spirit Palace.

It was understandable when considering this outcome: Holy Spirit Palace was, after all, a Super Sect, and compared to them, the Guu Family was still outmatched.

However, this defeat encompassed only the thousand contestants—this mid-tier strength defeat could not be generalized to assume the Guu Family’s entire backing was weaker than Holy Spirit Palace.

"Such a pity," Su Han remarked inwardly, shaking his head. "Dragon Martial Trading House is likely the weakest among the six remaining forces. Had the Sect of Peace or Guu Family faced them, they would have secured victory. Alas, neither had that luck."

"Sect Master, there’s still one last chance. Why not let me try again?" Liuyun impatiently suggested.

"Shoo, get lost," Hong Chen hurriedly interjected. "Sect Master, Liuyun already got his turn to draw once. This last chance should go to me!"

Su Han looked helplessly at the pair, finally shaking his head. "If you want it, Hong Chen, I’ll let you have it."

"Hehe, thank you, Sect Master!"

Hong Chen immediately grinned from ear to ear and added, "But I’ll say this upfront—I can’t guarantee I’ll draw the bye. If I miss, no one can blame me."

Su Han remained silent, never intending to rely on such things in earnest. Getting the bye would be beneficial; if not, it wouldn’t matter much.

Su Han’s silence was one thing, but Liuyun was quick to chime in: "Why? I braved life and death and stood out among thirteen sects to draw the bye. Now there are only seven sects left, making the odds even higher. If you don’t draw the bye, don’t bother coming back to face us!"

"You’re really piling on the pressure..." Hong Chen feigned a sigh.

"If the pressure is too much, let me do it!" Liuyun declared with righteous conviction.

Hong Chen’s expression shifted in resolve and intensity: "Even under immense pressure, it is my duty as a Sect Disciple! Even if it costs me my life, I will fulfill my mission and secure that bye!"

"You two, stop wasting time—the draw is about to begin," Shangguan Mingxin urged.

As she spoke, the Eastern Ancestor tore open another rift.

This was the final draw. If successful, the sect would once again advance without a match, guaranteeing a position in the top four of the sect tournament.

Many gazed at Hong Chen, who looked as though he were walking to his doom, a tragic aura about him as he entered the rift to draw.

"It’s just a draw. Is all this drama necessary?"

"Haha, this guy’s under a lot of pressure, I’d bet—after all, the Phoenix Sect has already won two bye draws. If he doesn’t succeed, the Phoenix Sect would undoubtedly ridicule him."

"Well, that’s unfair—drawing lots relies entirely on luck. Success is great, but failure isn’t a big deal."

"Hey, what do you think? Could the Phoenix Sect sweep all three bye draws?"

"Highly unlikely—that level of luck would be absurd. Advancing straight to the top four without battling would be totally unfair."

"It’s not about fairness. Personally, I believe that even without the bye, the Phoenix Sect’s strength would carry them to the top four."

"Haha, I bet on Phoenix Sect winning first place."

...

Amidst the chatter, Hong Chen withdrew his arm from the rift, trembling slightly.

In his hand was a slip of paper, which he unfolded—blank.

As he saw the blank slip, Hong Chen’s heart sank, muttering inwardly, "I’m doomed."

He distinctly recalled the slip Liuyun had drawn earlier, marked with the words "Bye."

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, raucous laughter filled the arena, drawing everyone’s attention to its source: a member from the Sect of the Battle God.

"Ladies and gentlemen, apologies—this round, the Sect of the Battle God draws the bye!" the man exclaimed, waving his slip of paper.

Upon hearing this, Su Han shook his head faintly.

Liuyun shouted in fury: "Hong Chen, you worthless scoundrel! You godforsaken idiot—why don’t you just die!"