The next day.
Tyrant Dragon City, finals arena.
All the Sacred Dragons who had earned the right to compete were teleported onto a virtual island. This island was the battlefield where victory and defeat would be decided. Whoever survived to the end would be the champion.
Moreover, the battle would be livestreamed in its entirety for all dragons to watch.
Swoosh!
Xia Ping flashed and immediately appeared at the center of the island. Seemingly to prevent any dragons from hiding, every dragon could basically detect the positions of their enemies. There was nowhere to hide.
"Hmm?!"
The moment he appeared on the island serving as the finals arena, he narrowed his eyes. Countless points of light were rapidly converging on his location from all around.
At this moment, he seemed to have become the target of all the Sacred Dragons.
"He's appeared—Wu Taidou is over there, at the center of the island."
"Go! Get over there immediately and eliminate that brat first. Don't let him keep stirring things up."
"That's right. Eliminate the strongest one first, then we can slowly decide victory and defeat among ourselves."
The many Sacred Dragons had reached an astonishingly unanimous decision. Wu Taidou had been in the limelight too much recently; every dragon felt as though thorns were pressing against its back, sensing an immense threat.
If they did not deal with Wu Taidou first, they would have no chance whatsoever of winning the championship.
They sneered as well. No matter how formidable Wu Taidou was, two fists could not beat four hands. Once a group of dragons ganged up on him, no matter what realm he was in, death would be his only road.
Through the livestream, the spectators immediately learned of the other Sacred Dragons' movements as well.
"This is bad. Wu Taidou