No one paid attention to Tang San's miserable plight except Xiao Wu.
Everyone stared eagerly at the Slaughter Arena Ring, waiting for the final slot to be decided.
The response in the Livestream Room, however, was quite good.
"God of Emotion Huo Yuhao": Truly something you never get tired of watching! Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside—the heat was just right!
"Angel Qian Renxue": What a pity I can't do it myself. I can only watch to satisfy the craving.
"Ice God Wang Qiu'er": Isn't that easy? The pot and soup base are already prepared. Just go over there.
The comment feed fell silent at that.
Why did Wang Qiu'er keep thinking about going over to Di yihong's side?
"God King of Destruction 001": Didn't we already discuss this? Unless necessary, don't go to the streamer's side. Don't bring it up again in the future.
"Ice God Wang Qiu'er": Ah! I forgot again!
"Ice God Wang Qiu'er": Sorry, sorry! I'll remember this time!
As for whether she had truly forgotten or was testing the waters—
It did not matter.
Back at the arena.
"Wait!" Flender called out. "There's no need for Your Excellencies to act. We'll decide the final candidate ourselves!"
Chen Xin and Meng Shu exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit agreement.
Since their places were secure, they did not want to play the villain and eliminate someone else's "opportunity to become a god."
Flender let out a sigh of relief.
The pressure of facing Title Douluo was simply too great.
Then he looked at Zhao Wuji, Li Yusong, and Lu Qibin.
There were five candidates.
Di yihong, Zhu Zhuqing, Chen Xin, and Meng Shu.
That left only one spot for the four of them.
Who would go, and who would stay?
In terms of level,