Other disciples from the Human Clan nodded and smiled in the face of Liu Ming.
After all, the strength Liu Ming had previously demonstrated had indeed left them in awe.
As the disciple surnamed Sun began to arrange the candidates for the next match, everyone's attention quickly shifted elsewhere.
At this moment, Liu Ming's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and with a gentle flick of his right sleeve, a round bead silently rolled into the palm of his hand—it was a magic essence bead.
At this moment, the surface of the magic essence bead suddenly revealed a pitch-black color.
Liu Ming glanced down and his pupils constricted slightly. With a flick of his palm, the magic essence bead was retracted into his sleeve, although his face maintained an unconcerned expression.
