At the same time, Wen Tianqing, who was walking onto the arena, also smiled bitterly.
How could he be so unlucky to encounter Li Lingtian in the third round? Was he courting death? A few days ago, Li Lingtian had left a shadow in his heart at the peak of Cloud Dragon Stream.
"Young noble Ling Tian."
"Young noble Ling Tian."
Countless Warriors in the plaza cheered. This competition had become the focal point of Li Lingtian's popularity.
"Tian 'er? What do you think?"
Qin Susu looked at Li Lingtian and Li Xiaoxiao's expressions and asked in confusion. She thought that Li Lingtian was having trouble facing a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
In fact, in their hearts, no matter how powerful their son was, he would not be a match for a Wu Zong. This was the iron law of the Divine Martial Continent.
Li Lingtian's Warrior Spirit defeating a Warrior King was already a heaven-defying feat. Such a thing had never happened in the Divine Martial Continent.
