The battles continued.
On the outside, as if by truce, none of the armed newcomers attempted to start a fight, all biding their time until the competition came to an end. If not for anything, they knew that their power levels were insufficient enough to defend against a single strike of any one of the Overseers present, unless the leaders of their own organization appeared.
Silently, the disqualified competitors now back in arena conversed with their organization elders present and transmitted messages to their own sects and clans, seeking for reinforcements. It seemed everyone knew that the crowning of the champion would herald the start of the pending inevitable battle.
***
Su Hao's eyes suddenly flew open as he received a message.
'Who?' he thought in alarm and tried to trace back to the source with his divine sense. It yielded nothing, so he used his Fate Dao instead. However, it was also unsuccessful.
