Who was transmitting to him?
Li Hao could not help but look around before his gaze landed on the seat at the top.
There, the sect master of the Heaven Execution Sect, Mo Tianxing, sat.
As Li Hao locked eyes with Mo Tianxing, the sect master wore a faint smile.
Li Hao's heart skipped a beat.
It was the sect master?
This was the sect master's voice transmission to him!
Li Hao was sure.
In that case, he did not have to stand on it.
Even though Li Hao harbored no fear, he considered it better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
However, the world was unpredictable.
As time passed, most of the day passed quietly.
The number of battles on these ten fighting platforms decreased.
Towards the end, no one went up to fight for the spots.
Now, on the stage, the ten prominent figures remaining were Qin Tian, Mu Hongluan, Jiang Kui, Song Shang, Wex Dao, Sun Yang, Chu Feng, Liu Mei, Shen Bingxin, and Long Kui.
