The next moment, several figures appeared in the air a hundred zhang ahead of Gu Sheng.
The leader had snow-white hair, a sinister face, and eyes as sharp as blades. He was none other than Gu Sheng's opponent in tomorrow's arena battle—the Myriad Phenomena Sacred Land's Holy Son, Shi Wufeng!
Shi Wufeng stood in the air, his gaze first sweeping over the wrecked battlefield below, which looked as though it had been struck by a falling star. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes before his gaze settled on Gu Sheng. The corner of his lips curved into a cold smile, his voice carrying undisguised killing intent and scrutiny.
"Gu Sheng... it seems you have more tricks than this Holy Son expected. But that is fine. Tomorrow in the arena, this Holy Son will play with you more 'seriously.'"
Gu Sheng ignored Shi Wufeng's taunts. His gaze passed directly over Shi Wufeng and landed on the middle-aged man behind him, dressed in an ancient jade-green robe. His features were ordinary, yet he carried an imposing aura that did not need anger to command respect.
The man's aura was restrained, as though he had merged with the surrounding heavens and earth. Yet Gu Sheng's keen spiritual power could vaguely sense the vast and terrifying Saint Realm power hidden within him, like a dormant volcano!
The Myriad Phenomena Sacred Land's Holy Lord! He had actually come in person?!
The middle-aged man in blue—the Myriad Phenomena Holy Lord—also looked at Gu Sheng, examining him carefully as though he wished to see through him completely.
His eyes were deep and calm as an ancient well, yet they gave off an invisible, overwhelming pressure.
"I sensed the battle just now."
The Myriad Phenomena Holy Lord slowly spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying an unquestionable