I Will Challenge the Three of You on My Own!

Wang Zhong spoke with a low voice, but his words captured the attention of many cultivators in the martial arts arena. Xu Tong felt invigorated, while Qin Yue'er relaxed her clenched fists, revealing a faint smile.

"Master!"

The onlookers were curious.

"Is this person really Wang Zhong?"

"Why is he so young?"

"They say he's at the ninth stage of the Myriad Manifestations."

"That's impossible!"

"If he's not at the ninth stage of the Myriad Manifestations, coming here would be suicide!"

The three Holy Beast Helm Elders consisted of one at the Fifth Level of the Myriad Manifestations, one at the Sixth Level, and one who had already reached the eighth stage.

Wang Zhong ascended to the second floor of the martial arts arena step by step, ignoring the three Holy Beast Helm Elders, and turned his attention to Xu Tong.

"Xu Tong, are you okay?"

"Master, I got beaten again." Xu Tong didn't feel wronged; she only felt embarrassed on Wang Zhong's behalf.