Just as Long Zhiming's number changed to seventy-two, the great hall doors burst open.
A towering figure stepped out slowly from the Wuji Battle Temple.
All eyes sharply turned, and expressions of astonishment emerged on their faces.
It was Long Zhiming himself!
Dressed in purple battle armor, a profoundly immense aura surrounded Long Zhiming as he walked out from the Battle Spirit Temple, his expression slightly solemn.
When he emerged, he looked toward the stone tablet and, seeing the number above Fang Lin's name, his pupils contracted slightly.
Many noticed Long Zhiming's fists clenching in the shadows, like a fierce beast on the verge of rage.
However, immediately after, Long Zhiming's expression returned to calm, and without uttering a word, he walked over to a golden pillar and sat down with his legs crossed.
Members of the Long Family approached, wanting to say something but not knowing quite what to speak.
