Thus, Qin Feng had no doubts whatsoever that Lu Ye would emerge victorious.
Moreover, this time, he had also obtained some information about the Divination Tribe from Kun Li...
To be honest, he had never expected Lu Ye to gain the allegiance of the Divination Tribe. It seemed Lu Ye's future might be even broader than he had anticipated.
He suddenly found himself looking forward to whether, once Lu Ye had matured, he might become another powerhouse comparable to that old monster.
The Battle Arena had arranged the death match for three days later. After remaining here for one day, Lu Ye once again arrived at that enormous hall.
He was going to One Man City.
Although he could suppress his own strength during the death match, that was ultimately not entirely reliable. It would be best to find Ba Qiu's Dao Soldier and have it seal his strength.
Lu Ye himself had no way to travel to One Man City. Fang, however, had previously received a mark bestowed by Ba Qiu's Dao Soldier and could freely bring him in and out.
A short while later, Lu Ye's figure vanished.
When he came back to his senses, he was already standing within that familiar little city.
The moment he looked up, he saw Ba Qiu's heroic figure. Compared to several days ago, he seemed unchanged. Numerous wounds still showed across his body, and streams of crimson light still pierced through him, leaving him like a hedgehog bristling with quills.
Lu Ye's sudden arrival did not disturb him much. He merely lifted his eyelids slightly and glanced over.
"Greetings, Senior!" Lu Ye cupped his fists.
Ba Qiu gave no response, utterly acting as though Lu Ye were beneath his notice.
Lu Ye did not mind. Instead, he looked toward the Dao