With a light smile, Xiuling gracefully entered the arena. He transformed into a wisp of azure smoke and floated onto the field. Waving his hand behind him, the remaining nine followed with various poses into the combat arena. Old Daddy watched them all descend and, satisfied, nodded his head. Then, he pressed the timer on his watch and stretched out a finger.
"What does that mean?" Xin Chen, munching on a box of potato chips with a crinkling sound, asked, "Is Old Daddy that showy?"
"Do you know Old Daddy's title?"
"What?"
Gu Tao smiled, "One-Punch Man."
No sooner had the words fallen than Old Daddy made his move. He vanished from the entire space, completely undetectable. Xiuling's eyes immediately widened in shock. He raised his hand, and the Kunlun sect members quickly began to defend. A formation simultaneously rose beneath their feet, forming a protective shield similar to the one Gu Tao had.
