The time for the duel was drawing near, yet Ling Tian had appeared alone, leaving the vast majority of cultivators dumbfounded. Li Huo's expression was no better than theirs. He stared fixedly at Ling Tian, hoping to spot some sign of abnormality in his expression. But he was soon disappointed. Ling Tian wore a constant smile, looking utterly calm and unruffled.
People were strange. If Ling Tian had brought hundreds or even thousands of people with him, Li Huo might not have been so nervous. But now that Ling Tian had come alone, he was even more on edge, convinced that Ling Tian had some kind of scheme.
Li Huo furrowed his brow, his face grave. For a moment, he hesitated.
"Young master, Ling Tian must have a scheme. We can't believe that he came alone." Zhao Gao lowered his voice. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he thought of a possibility. "I understand now. Ling Tian must have stowed his people in the Heaven-Devouring Wolf's Small World, planning to catch us off guard."
Hearing this, Li Huo nodded, accepting the theory. He steadied himself and ordered his people to stand ready to attack at any moment.
There was still a little time before the duel, so neither side immediately launched into battle. Ling Tian looked at the people on Li Huo's side and called out, "Tsk, tsk. Ten Thousand Swords Cliff, Thunderclap Pavilion, the Death Nether Wolf Spiders, the Golden Lion Clan, the Xiao Family, the Beast Taming Clan—all of you are here. Looks like you want to settle things with me once and for all."
"Hmph, Ling Tian, you'll be captured alive today. From this day forth, there'll be no more Ling Tian in the Cultivation World, and no more Lingxiao Pavilion." Lin Ting snorted, intense killing intent