Only three short days had passed since Ming Hao agreed to face Zhao Yuan and the others in a fight to the death on the life-and-death arena.
Yet the news had already spread like wildfire through the Misty Sect, as though the whole world knew about it!
Many disciples still vividly remembered the heroic performance of Ming Hao and his companions that day. They had unleashed their might as though possessed by gods of war, leaving everyone awestruck.
These disciples instantly became Ming Hao's devoted fanboys and fangirls, worshipping him.
Whenever they happened upon Ming Hao and his three companions, they swarmed around them and earnestly urged him not to fall for the tricks of True Disciples like Zhao Yuan.
They knew a sinister conspiracy lurked behind this fight to the death. Ming Hao and his companions had undoubtedly fallen into a carefully laid trap.
After all, for one person to fight six disciples at the peak of the Spirit Transformation realm and twenty at the peak of the Out-of-Body Realm was like hurling an egg against a rock-pure suicide!
Yet Ming Hao remained unmoved by their well-meaning warnings. With a smile, he politely declined everyone's advice and assured them that he and his companions had confidence in their chances.
His response baffled many disciples. They believed Ming Hao and the others had grown complacent after winning that great battle, even letting their victory swell their heads.
They wrung their hands and sighed, lamenting that heaven envied the gifted. To think someone as young and promising as Ming Hao would soon die in his prime!
Ming Hao and his companions felt terribly awkward hearing this. These people clearly meant well, but their words still left a bitter taste.
Since they meant no harm, they could neither be beaten nor