Without a doubt, these last five people were the true masters among the contestants.
They had not formed teams with anyone else, waiting until now.
Chen Feng eyed these five and said, "Do the five of you plan to come up together, or fight individually?"
"I'll go first."
An old man ascended the stage of battle.
This old man's aura was contained, making it difficult to gauge his depth.
But the ancient sword he carried emitted an extremely captivating aura, its grade reaching that of a Divine King.
A weapon of this level could easily slice through the physique of a Divine King-level cultivator, even severing a Primordial Spirit.
Chen Feng watched the elder closely, not taking him lightly.
He understood the principle of using his full strength to catch a rabbit, even if it was a lion doing the catching.
"Please."
Chen Feng said.
