Outside the Life-and-Death Arena, Qing Yun, Wang Yong, Miss Shui, and the others in the audience watched, utterly enthralled, as Ming Hao and his companions unleashed their might.
They had completely reversed the battles in the Spirit Transformation Realm and Out-of-Body Realm sections, and the spectators could not help cheering inwardly for Ming Hao and his companions.
The tension on their faces gradually ebbed like a receding tide, as though scattered by a spring breeze, replaced by wholehearted delight for Ming Hao and his companions.
They firmly believed that final victory would belong to Ming Hao and his companions!
In the air, nearly a hundred elders, protectors, stewards, and others bristled with fury. They had watched their beloved disciples meet their deaths, their hearts twisting as though cut by knives. How could they bear such tremendous pain?
Jiang Zhirou's and Liu Yue's masters, in particular, were beside themselves with rage, threatening to tear Ming Hao and his companions into ten thousand pieces.
Their disciples, who had once had such splendid futures ahead of them, had died so brutally. How could they let the matter rest?
Many of Jiang Zhirou's and Liu Yue's sycophants, as well as their senior and junior brothers, clamored to avenge them by going after Ming Hao and his companions,
as though only Jiang Zhirou and Liu Yue had the right to kill Ming Hao and his companions, while Ming Hao and his companions had no right to fight back and kill them!
Many friends and relatives of the other slain disciples also wept rivers of tears, gnashing their teeth at Ming Hao and his companions and swearing to make them repay this blood debt in blood one day!
Only a handful remained silent. They knew these disciples had brought this upon themselves and could not