Soon, the Mysterious Heaven Peak disciples arrived at the foot of Wu Hua Peak, and the new disciples jumped off the flying swords when they were only about one to two meters off the ground.

After all the new disciples landed, one of the older disciples from the Duty Hall who had a slightly majestic aura flew up slightly higher than the rest. He smiled faintly and took a deep breath. Then he roared, “The training has officially begun. The rest will depend on your performance. Senior Brother wishes you all good luck, don’t be beaten too badly. When you meet the disciples of the other two peaks, fight to your hearts' content.”

The young man said that with a bit of killing intent. He then waved his hand and said, “Let’s go!”

Almost 100 figures nearly flew into the sky toward the Mysterious Heaven Square.

On the way back, the majestic-looking young man looked at his companion and said, “Do you think this generation of new disciples can win against those two peaks?”

His older companion smiled bitterly and shook his head. “How could I know? I hope that they can do well and not lose us any...