The Tournament Plaza for the Quasi-Saint realm had noticeably fewer disciples than the other areas, with only twenty or thirty thousand present. Most were veteran disciples who had joined the sect decades ago.
Meng Yi, Wei Ze, Yan Ran, and Shu Ran, Ying Ming Hao's four guards, were all there. They occupied Tournament Platforms ranked in the top ten, their strength overwhelming many disciples of the older generation.
Song Bojian, Zhang Shilong, Ye Heavenly Prodigy, Zhong Shuyao, and Liu Ruyan were there as well, all formidable contenders occupying top-ten Martial Platforms. They left many Heavenly Prodigy disciples of the previous generation struggling to breathe under the pressure.
Ying Ming Hao marveled at the sight. He still vividly remembered Liu Ruyan and Ye Heavenly Prodigy taking bets on him back then.
At the time, they had had no confidence in Ying Ming Hao, only for him to make a hefty profit at their expense.
Their expressions back then had been quite a spectacle, verging on sobs and tears.
He had heard that Liu Ruyan and the others had even taken on missions like mad to repay their debts over the affair.
However, Ying Ming Hao had learned through the grapevine that Liu Ruyan and Ye Heavenly Prodigy had actually made a fortune that time.
Nearly every disciple in the sect had placed a bet. Only Ying Ming Hao and his companions had won, while the other disciples had suffered crushing losses. The house had practically swept the board.
That vast mountain of resources had all fallen into their pockets. They had merely put on an act to deceive everyone.
Otherwise, who would not covet the enormous wealth they carried?!
Even with those powerful figures backing them, they probably could not count on protection at every moment.
After all, money could