For the past three days, Gong Qingqiu had been waiting at the peak.
She could tell that Ye Feng was in the midst of intense cultivation, so she dared not disturb him. As the day of the duel approached, Gong Qingqiu felt anxious, fearing Ye Feng might miss the appointed time.
Now, Ye Feng had awakened.
Seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Alright, let's set off!"
Ye Feng nodded, stretched out his hand to call forth the trembling Heaven-reaching Purple-gold Spear, and together with Hu Feifei, Gong Qingqiu, the eighteen Supreme Elders, and hundreds of disciples, they turned into a golden light and disappeared.
Jiaoyang Holy City.
In just three days, millions more had crowded into the city, all spectators from across the Shenzhou Continent.
At this moment, high above.
"There's only an hour left, why hasn't Ye Feng shown up? Could it be that he's afraid?"
Bai Ji stood proudly in the void, declaring loudly.
