Having successfully intimidated the audience, Fu Qian left the stage with satisfaction.
"Would you like to rest now?"
The Female Priestess approached him cautiously and asked.
Can I go back now?
"Yes, your three rounds of competition for tonight have ended. You just need to go back and wait for tomorrow's arrangements. Of course, you can also stay and watch the rest of the other competitors' matches before leaving."
It might be a bit of a trouble; the contestants on the stage were in the thick of the battle. Not many cherished their time as he did, and it would probably take a while to finish.
"Understood!"
Fu Qian looked up at the stands where Bai Jinting was and noticed that in addition to the King of the White Tower, there was an old man with red hair and a beard, wearing a fine robe.
Even from this distance, he could still feel a strange oppressive force, as if there was a congealed thunderstorm sitting there.
Was this the legendary Demigod Yibu?
