"Interesting... interesting..."
Whale King Arlington stopped in his tracks and unexpectedly turned to walk towards the Hong Li Empire camp. Spectators from the Yana United States parted to either side of the path he took, much like waves divided by a reef.
Tap tap tap... tap tap tap...
The dull sound of footsteps drew closer to the Hong Li Empire camp. Arlington's silhouette became more distinct, and the oppressive aura he exuded intensified with each step he took. It was as if a vast shadow loomed behind him, blocking out the sun.
In the Hong Li Empire camp, everyone's eyes showed fear. Some of the onlookers outside pressed together, not daring to directly face Arlington's majesty. Meanwhile, the younger generation, initially furious, bowed their heads in a silent rage, as if their spines had been broken. In the small area occupied by the Star Ring Fist school, Victor of the Scorching Fist, gripped by his disciple, trembled violently.
