"Ha-ha!" Mockery was obvious in the man's voice. He was the leader of the Incept Sect. "It seems that all of you doesn't know how to admit defeat. Wait and see who will get the flag!"
He was full of confidence, bragging what they would achieve.
Meanwhile, the leaders of the other three sects, sulked.
"Look!" Someone sitting on the meadow suddenly called out. "The disciples participating in the contest are coming back!"
He was pointing at the distant mountains.
Instantly all people set their sights over it.
As expected, some figures appeared one by one and came flying toward the meadow.
"Ha-ha, our disciples are coming back!"
The sect leader of the Incept Sect stood up first with excitement, believing his disciples would win the tournament.
"Our disciples are coming back, too!"
the sect leader of the Mysterious Sect said, with his voice cheerful.
The sect leader of the Almighty Sect stood up, looking at the disciples which looked like his disciples, also coming back.
"They are also here," he said with a smile.
"The disciples of the Shiny Sect are coming back, aren't they?" someone asked. But before the leader of the Shiny Sect expressed his worries, he saw them. "There they are!"
Damian and other leaders of the Shiny Sect also saw the disciples coming.
"Why are they all coming back? What happened to them?
It's strange that disciples of all four sects are appearing at the same time. Who got the flag?"
People whispered, watching closely as how the disciples appeared to their sights from the mountains.
In no time, all disciples came back in the air above the meadow.
They landed on the platform where their sect was located in respectively.
The disciples of the Incept Sect participating the contest were cheerful, because they all believed that the principal disciple Carl had already come back earlier and handed over the banner to the sect leader.
"Sect leader," one of the principle disciples said. "We're back.
Congratulations to us! Our Incept Sect has won the contest at last!"
They cheered.
Hearing the cheers of his disciples, the sect leader of the Incept Sect could not help but laugh.
"That is really good. Well done! All of you will be amply rewarded when we return home.
As I have expected, we will definitely be the winner!"
The sect leader of the Incept Sect let out a hearty laugh.
Comparatively, disciples of other three sects were down in the mouth, worn out and tired. They weren't as festive as the Incept Sect.
Leaders of the three sects guessed what had happened as soon as they saw the look on their disciples' faces.
They moaned and groaned. They were again, defeated.
At the thought of the teleportation array of the Gold City, which would be occupied by the Incept Sect, they felt depressed.
Especially when the sect leader of the Incept Sect burst into laughter with pride, they became silent with gloomy faces.
"Elder Damian," Rahul called. He went near Elder Damian who was at the platform of the Shiny Sect. "Austin may have died!"
"W-What?" Elder Damian was surprised. "Are you saying that Austin has been killed?"
Everyone fell silent. Damian shook his head. "What a pity! He is such a talented young man!"
Damian looked around and saw familiar faces except Austin's. He couldn't believe it. Austin was strong and capable. How could that happen? Still with grief, his shocked thoughts were disturbed when the Incept Sect leader shouted.
"All right! Enough of that!
Who on earth got the flag? It is time to show it."
He stretched out his hand at the platform and asked the disciples who took part of the game.
The disciples, however, fell silent at once, looking at each other with confused look on their faces.
"Err?" someone reacted from the back.
"What's going on with all of you?" the Incept Sect leader said, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Go and show me the flag!"
Everyone could sense the nasty feeling emitting from the sect leader. His tone was sharp, impatient, turning to anger.
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