All the families that came to offer congratulations had entered the gates, and at this moment, they all sat around the vast Martial Combat Platform.
Below was the Martial Combat Platform, where the Qianye family's main event, the Hundred Battles Arena, was about to begin.
There was once a Cultivator who stood on the arena below and consecutively defeated one hundred opponents. Since then, this classic celebratory event transformed into the Hundred Battles Arena.
In a spot below the arena, the Fourth Elder's gaze was as cold as that of a venomous snake, intently staring at Li Xiaoyao beside the Third Elder.
"How Qianye Shou died, I want him to die the same way," the Fourth Elder said in a heavy voice.
The man beside him nodded and said, "No problem."
Li Xiaoyao's eyes were tightly closed. Ever since the annual meeting had started, he intermittently used his consciousness to probe. However, no matter how he probed, he could never locate Zhang Meng's whereabouts.
