After Li Tianming emerged from the "battlefield barrier," he found Ye Lingfeng and Yu Ziqian near their original location.
Amid the swirling wind and sand stood a black-clad youth with his long hair tied into a single bundle, beside a young man in flowing white robes with an easy, elegant bearing.
Having fused with the black sovereign blood for some time, Yu Ziqian's purple lips had finally gone down.
"Xiao Xiao went in?" Li Tianming asked.
"Yes, she just went in."
"Let's take a look."
They arrived at the edge of the battlefield barrier, where the three of them had been earlier.
From here, they could more or less see the battle within.
"Impressive, brother. Taking down Long San made you famous in a single battle."
Yu Ziqian patted his shoulder, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Long San?"
Clearly, he meant Long Longlong.
Three dragons—wasn't that Long San?
This battle had truly put him on the stage, and its significance was indeed extraordinary.
But if they wanted to hold on to the treasure, it had to be the Heavenly Palace.
"Brother, did you make things clear with her?" Ye Lingfeng stared at the battlefield barrier, then turned back to ask Li Tianming.
"We made it clear. Whether Xiao Xiao chooses me or Weisheng Moran as her opponent, she should be the first one eliminated. Her dry-dry-dry master is waiting outside. If things go badly and she can't keep the 'Dragonblood Divine Desolation,' she'll immediately throw away the weapon."
As long as Lin Xiaoxiao no longer had the Dragonblood Divine Desolation, basically no one would care about her.
The disciples of the Land of No Heaven had already left.
Elimination meant leaving the arena.
Judging by the current final-battle rules, no matter what, Lin Xiaoxiao would be the first to leave