Twelve people!
The golden spirit vessel broke through the clouds and appeared over the Flying Dragon Twelve Islands.
Standing on the deck, Lin Bai clearly looked down over the Flying Dragon Twelve Islands. At a glance, he could tell that they formed a dragon-shaped island, majestic and overwhelming, with some kind of great momentum of heaven and earth seemingly hidden within.
The golden spirit vessel gradually descended, landing in the arena.
"They're here."
"Are they this year's newcomers?"
"There are actually more than five thousand of them. They look pretty good."
As the golden spirit vessel descended, countless martial artists inside the arena turned their eyes toward the more than five thousand people aboard it, curiosity flickering across their faces.
The martial artists on the golden spirit vessel silently disembarked one after another, looking in every direction.
"There are this many people?"
"So many actually came?"
The new disciples who stepped off the golden spirit vessel cried out in astonishment one after another.
Hearing the exclamations from the crowd, Ren Tiangao smiled faintly and said, "Don't be so anxious. These martial artists are all here to watch the show—to watch you get thrashed. Your real opponents are those twelve people!"
Ren Tiangao looked toward the twelve disciples standing in the arena. All twelve were disciples from the four courtyards of the Eastern Continent Academy, and each was a leading figure among the disciples.
After Feng Wenjun came down, he looked at one person and could not help giving a bitter smile.
Lin Bai asked curiously, "Brother Feng, what are you laughing at?"
Feng Wenjun looked at one of the twelve and said with a bitter smile, "It's nothing. I found my brother..."
Following Feng Wenjun's gaze, Lin Bai saw a burly man dressed in the robes of an Eastern Courtyard