As soon as the six of them sat down, the platform beneath their golden seats slowly rose, separating them completely from the other contestants and hoisting them conspicuously overhead.
Ye Buyu covered her face in anguish. "Are these damn antics ever going to end?"
Unlike the others, whose expressions had twisted, Su Wuwei enjoyed it the most. He even tapped leisurely on the armrest cast from gold.
"Whatever else you say, the view really is excellent. You can see the entire venue. It really is one of a kind."
Wan Lan glanced back. The contestants below sneered, their fighting spirit fully ignited, while the distant spectators wore complicated expressions.
"Heh, if you ignore all those dark looks behind us, it certainly qualifies as one of a kind. I feel like they want to eat me."
Ye Buyu did not even need to look back to know they had already become thorns in the sides of countless contestants.
If violence had not been forbidden in the venue, those gazes boring into their backs could have riddled them with holes.
And now, wonderful-they were suspended in midair, unable even to hear the trash talk from the people below clearly.
In this venue holding over ten thousand people, everyone appeared to be waiting quietly, but undercurrents were already stirring. Many had secretly set their sights on Hold Up the Heavens.
A large portion wanted to know whether these six people were really as incredible as the rumors claimed.
Others simply refused to accept their superiority.
Most of those participating in this Awakened League had made names for themselves. They were either warriors who spent years walking a knife's edge in the Third Zone, or founders or aces of major factions and organizations.
There were even independent cultivators who worked alone.
All sorts had