Ying Ming Hao stood where he was, his eyes brimming with contempt as he mocked Wang Bailin, Luo Bai, and the others. After a while, he found it utterly dull.
Without hesitation, he turned around, lightly tapped the ground with his feet, and instantly unleashed the peerless divine ability, Qilin Steps.
His figure flashed like lightning, his steps light and nimble, as graceful and effortless as an immortal crane dancing through the air; yet he also resembled a mighty, majestic qilin, his imposing presence magnificent beyond compare!
In the blink of an eye, Ying Ming Hao descended like an immortal entering the mortal world, landing firmly on one of the thirteen enormous Martial Platforms above.
Once he stood still, Ying Ming Hao looked like a lofty deity, gazing down upon the battles raging below.
At that moment, the struggle for the top twenty-five had reached a fever pitch. The arena was filled with experts, but the gaps between their strengths were small. None could defeat their opponents as swiftly as Ying Ming Hao had, with just two moves.
Just then, Ying Ming Hao noticed a figure in the arena-Zhao Bufan!
And, by an even greater coincidence, Zhao Bufan's opponent was Hao Wu!
As the saying went, enemies were bound to meet on a narrow road. The moment these bitter foes faced each other, sparks flew, and the tension reached its peak!
Yet Hao Wu, who should have been burning with fighting spirit, suddenly seemed like a different person. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and deep fear filled his eyes.
Hao Wu had personally witnessed his good friend Wang Baishun die horribly at Ying Ming Hao's hands. That scene had dealt him a tremendous psychological blow and left a shadow over his heart, stripping him of his former courage and