As for the second place, the expressions of the crowd all became more serious.
Second place might only be one rank better, but the difference in meaning was like night and day—it was a competition of luck.
Everyone knew that this luck was hidden within one of these three swords: Xuanhuang, Li Hen, and Zhen Yue.
Elites from various sects, elders, Dao children, and true disciples, all craned their necks expectantly, waiting for the result.
Elder Jianyun gave a slight smile, not keen on playing coy, and said, "As for the sword ranking second, there is only one, and that is the Li Hen Sword!"
Upon hearing this, Li Qiankun of the Chunyang Sect couldn't help laughing; he was the one who had chosen the Li Hen Sword.
The crowd wasn't surprised that Li Hen could rank second; they were more focused on the person who chose the sword.
"Li Qiankun's luck is truly extraordinary!" Hao Yun glanced at him and said flatly.
