Tang Ximen felt like he was in a ghost forest.
He had not seen a single student in all his time here, and it was becoming quite unsettling.
"Is this really the venue for the free-for-all battle?"
Tang Ximen flew on his sword with tightly furrowed brows. He felt like he had entered a fake trial.
On the White Stone Plaza, all the students gathered, of which there were already more than ten thousand, were already protesting loudly.
"We strongly insist that the teachers turn on the crystal screens!"
"That's right! But we refuse to look at anyone else aside from the abhorrent Senior Student An Lin!"
"We'll only watch God An! We want to see him slaughter everyone! Turn on the crystal screen!!!"
The cries of the students built to a crescendo over time.
