"Fellow Daoist, have you also come to watch the duel?"
Just then, the burly man noticed Liu Yu approaching. As though something had occurred to him, his eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to speak.
"Indeed."
"But judging by the situation, I'm afraid I'll have to return empty-handed."
Liu Yu cupped his hands and spoke with a hint of helplessness.
Then he looked at the White Cloud Temple cultivators blocking the main path, his brow creasing slightly.
At these words, the expressions of those nearby turned rather unpleasant, and resentment rose in their hearts.
"Since we all share the same purpose, let's discuss a plan. There may yet be a way to turn things around."
"I traveled a thousand miles to watch this duel. I refuse to return empty-handed just because White Cloud Temple is blocking the way!"
"My name is Zhao Biao. How should I address you, Fellow Daoist?"
The burly man, Zhao Biao, rolled his eyes thoughtfully, then approached and spoke warmly.
"I am Hong Hao."
"A discussion? What is there to discuss?"
"If White Cloud Temple refuses to let us up the mountain, can we really force our way through their blockade?"
"They are, after all, a colossal power with a Nascent Soul old monster among their ranks. They need only send out a single Golden Core True Person to sweep away all of us spectators."
After they briefly introduced themselves, Liu Yu asked curiously.
Zhao Biao gave a mysterious smile and looked toward the distant White Cloud Temple cultivators.
"White Cloud Temple is a colossal power, true enough, but they're already being battered by wind and rain. They simply can't spare many cultivators for Heavenly King Mountain."
"Besides, there may well be Golden Core seniors among those of us who've come to watch."
"If