After successfully intimidating the audience, Fu Qian left the arena feeling quite pleased with himself.
"Would you like to return and rest now?"
The Priestess approached and asked cautiously.
Could he go back already?
"Yes. Your three matches tonight are over. You only need to return and wait for tomorrow's arrangements. Of course, you can also stay and watch the others compete before you leave."
That might take a while. The fighters in the arena were battling fiercely, and not many people were as eager to make the most of their time as he was. It would probably be a while before the matches ended.
"Understood!"
Fu Qian looked up at the stands where Bai Jinting was seated. Besides the King of the White Tower, he spotted a red-haired, bearded old man in an exquisite robe.
Though they were far apart, Fu Qian could still sense a strange pressure, as if a condensed thunderstorm were seated there.
Was this the legendary demigod, Ebu?
It was Fu Qian's first time seeing someone of this caliber.
Just as the information he had found said, becoming a high-ranking transcendent meant a fundamental change in one's form of life. This man felt completely different from any opponent Fu Qian had faced before.
For now, he seemed to be the greatest threat to Fu Qian's mission.
At this distance, if not for him, Fu Qian could even consider charging straight up there.
But there was no need to rush. After today's matches, Fu Qian had undoubtedly entered his target's field of vision. He could take his time and look for an opportunity later.
Considering how much he had expended today, there was no need to rest. Fu Qian was standing by the window, gazing out, when he heard a knock at the door.
He