"Of course——"
The frigid man dragged out his words, a hint of a cold smile appearing on his face.
"If you don't wish to join us, that's an option too. Just leave your Jiaoyun Decree in your possession behind."
"After all, we're also considering your safety."
Saying this.
He waved a single hand.
The twenty or so Cultivators standing behind him suddenly stepped forward in unison; their powerful momentum gradually connecting, like a surge of tidal waves pressuring Zhang Jing.
On the other side.
Zhang Jing's calm gaze swept across the frigid man's face before lightly landing on the figure of the cloaked man standing at the front.
"Do you mean to tell me that things are currently calm in the Central Area of the fight arena?"
He asked, out of curiosity.
"Yes, in the past few days, many Monsters have converged in the Central Area, and nobody dares to make a move there."
The leading man explained.
An unruffled expression of self-confidence sat upon his face.
Is it so?
