Chu Hao finally reached the end of the first layer.
"Hm?"
He suddenly stopped. A young man was approaching, with a saber hung at his waist, and his right hand resting on the hilt, exuding a sharp and formidable aura.
Wu Shitong!
"Chu Hao, was it you who passed through 100 trials?" Wu Shitong suddenly asked, his eyes bursting with an astonishing battle intent.
Chu Hao hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, it was me!"
Since he was the only one who took such a long time to pass the trials, it would be hard to deny it.
Wu Shitong had already been ninety-nine percent certain, so Chu Hao's answer did not surprise him. His battle intent burned even more fiercely, and his right hand gripped the hilt tightly, making his fingers turn pale.
A piercing metallic scraping sound echoed as Wu Shitong slowly drew his saber.
The more the saber was drawn, the stronger his momentum became, as if he himself was an unparalleled sharp blade now emitting a brilliant light.
