Guan Qiang was somewhat puzzled. These weapons did not look like anything ordinary people would use, but he still prepared fifty of each as Wang Pengyu requested, using different materials, and packed them into three sealed shipping containers.
According to the rules, it was the Thick Earth Sect's turn to send out a disciple first. Huang Meng gave a signal, and Mo Zhao strode forward, casting a fearless, challenging look at the Chuan Yun Sect. His contempt went without saying.
With Zhang Hui's approval, Xu Yi grew even happier. His only reason for making this suggestion was that he wanted to mock Chen Ping mercilessly at this so-called banquet and vent the frustration Chen Ping had made him suffer these past few days.
The learning ability of an expert who had reached the second tier of mental power could no longer be described as genius. Only "monstrous" came close.
He sat cross-legged in the void. The dark, silent surroundings set off his silhouette, making it look so lonely and desolate. He simply sat there quietly, his body motionless, like a weathered stone statue that had remained unchanged since time immemorial.
"Now have the eight arenas combined into one, and let the fights take place one at a time," Buddha said.
Those who followed out included disciples of both the Bone Spirit Sect and the Spirit Bone Sect-all those who had survived. In particular, the disciples Xu Han had trapped with cage grass had seen him dig out the Spirit Slip with their own eyes.
"Dad! Yoon-kyun oppa and the others have things to do tomorrow!" Seeing her father and Yoon-kyun growing increasingly enthusiastic, Pani could not help feeling a little at a loss.
Several powerful, vicious fighting dogs sensed Blue Fire's terrifying aura and barked uneasily, yet did not dare