The three groups stood facing one another, while people all around stopped to watch.
This Martial Arts Tournament had already drawn more and more observers, ancient martial arts families, sects, institutions, organizations... all coming to observe.
Many organizations knew that the early rounds were merely eliminations and not particularly exciting. This stage was where the real action began!
But upon hearing about Zhao Ritian's record of taking on three opponents alone, many of the newcomers felt some regret. They should have come earlier.
At that moment, the three groups ran into one another in the hall.
The people from Laojun Mountain were expressionless, their gazes cold. They looked Death God over, then cast a contemptuous glance at Lu Chengwen's group.
Death God's three members all wore masks, making their faces and expressions impossible to see. Like three cold machines, they gave off an eerie, oppressive aura.
Meanwhile, Lu Chengwen rubbed his chin, looking this way, then that way, then back again.
Long Aotian narrowed his eyes.
They were all Ghost Four Gates. Only I had reached the advanced Heavenly Four Gates.
It had been over half a year. What the hell had I even been busy with!?
Laojun Mountain or Death God, I would never allow any of you to get ahead of me or block my path!
I, Long Aotian, would kill gods that blocked me and slaughter Buddhas that stood in my way!
At that moment, Lu Chengwen stepped forward and stood in front of Long Aotian.
Long Aotian was just about to lose his temper, but after thinking it over, he decided to let it go.
Lu Chengwen smiled. "Well, well, what a rare sight. The few of us actually got together. Brother Death God, have we met somewhere before?"
Death God shot Lu Chengwen a cold