"Hehe."
"He's here."
Elder Zhou looked at Lin Bai, a smile spreading across his face.
"How about it? Want to go down and have a match?"
Elder Zhou turned to Leng Xingguang beside him, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation.
Leng Xingguang nearly wept: "Elder, there's no need to egg me on like this. I already said I don't want us to turn on our own kind. Although it isn't a fight to the death, blades and swords are merciless. I finally found a fellow clansman—how could I hurt him so easily?"
Elder Zhou shook his head regretfully. "What a pity. We won't get to see a clash between two members of the Heaven Swallowing Race."
"Elder, you want to see Qing Luo and me fight too?" Leng Xingguang asked with a frown.
Elder Zhou said excitedly, "Of course! Who wouldn't want to watch a martial duel between two members of the Heaven Swallowing Race?"
"A match like this is a once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years sight."
"If we miss this chance, I'm afraid there won't be another such opportunity in the future."
Leng Xingguang smiled bitterly. "There's no need for regret, Elder. Qing Luo and I have already agreed that if our two sects make it to the playoff stage, he and I will be the ones to fight! If there are no playoffs, then there's nothing we can do."
Elder Zhou's eyes lit up. "Playoffs? Given the strength of the current Dao God realm martial artists of the Eternal Devil Sect, making it to the playoffs against Wind and Snow Villa will probably be far too difficult."
"Forget it, forget it. There's no need to think about so much."
"Since Qing Luo has already entered the arena, whom should Wind and Snow Villa send to face him?"
Elder Zhou turned around