"Seems like you're very confident. I hope you're lucky enough not to get eliminated before you face me."
"At that time, I'll personally crush your confidence and show you the insurmountable gap between us. The so-called one-year agreement is just a boring joke." Zhao Qian, with his cold demeanor and fluttering white robe, appeared as arrogant as ever.
Zhao Qian, the Heavenly Pride of the Chongyang Sect, had trained rigorously for over a year, and now nobody could gauge his Cultivation. Even the oldest Direct Disciples had to give him a sidelong glance due to his invincible aura.
Xiao Ye gave a cold smile, retracted his gaze, and then walked to the edge of the square.
"This brat!" Wentian, who was completely ignored by Xiao Ye, was burning with rage, his fists cracking.
"In the next round, you better not face me!" Wentian's eyes flashed fiercely.