Come out of the Three Thousand Star Armor!
Yang Tian looked at the two elderly men, rather taken aback.
"Grandpas, what's wrong?"
Yang Tian then asked in confusion.
The Star Emperor had mentioned it before, but Yang Haoyu, a Holy Knight, had come too.
Although he had no Divine Seal, Yang Haoyu was the first person in the Holy Temple to reach five hundred thousand spiritual power.
At that level, even Li Zhengzhi, the Temple Master of the Magic Temple, dared not claim he could defeat him head-on.
"Nothing. We came to tell you that the finals have begun. If you still haven't finished merging with it, you'll have to miss the competition!"
Yang Haoyu spoke calmly.
"Still, congratulations on obtaining another piece of equipment passed down from ancient times!"
Yang Haoyu offered his congratulations as well.
After all, the stronger Yang Tian was and the greater his talent, the greater the Holy Temple's hope.
"Mm!" Yang Tian nodded in acknowledgment.
"Let's go. The finals have started, and they're waiting for you!"
"I'll give you a lift. Don't miss the group draw, or you won't even know which group you're competing in!"
With a serious expression, Yang Haoyu picked Yang Tian up. Their surroundings flashed past as a Holy Knight traveled at full speed.
Yang Tian couldn't make out the changing scenery. When he appeared in the trial grounds' main hall, he felt as though he had just ridden a roller coaster and wanted to throw up!
Yang Haoyu had already vanished without a trace.
Yang Tian gave a self-deprecating chuckle. "An expert really is an expert. He comes and goes without a trace."
Yang Haoyu stumbled. This brat!
Still, it had only cost him a little spiritual power, and that entrance had looked very cool!
Yang Tian entered the