"The Lord of Competitions is still alive?"
The middle-aged man was taken aback, quickly asking, "How do you know this?"
"I witnessed it myself. He appeared in his true form at the deity altar," the mercenary captain replied, gritting his teeth.
"At that time, one of your clan members, Monk, was participating in a trial and was turned into pulp by a single blow from the Lord of Competitions."
The middle-aged man's face changed drastically upon hearing this, realizing the gravity of the information the captain held.
The appearance of the Lord of Competitions, especially his act of killing one of their own, was undoubtedly a significant event.
"Wait here for a moment; I will consult with the elders immediately," the middle-aged man said, turning to leave in a hurry.
After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the mercenary captain saw the man return.
