Drawing To An End

"Could it be that this Devilseal Tablet has acknowledged me as its master?" A crazy thought arose within Duan Ling Tian’s head, and it was a thought that even he felt was unbelievable.

But when did this Devilseal Tablet acknowledge me as its master?

This was something that he didn’t have the slightest knowledge about.

At this moment, even though Duan Ling Tian had already returned to the second-class spectating area that everyone from the Darkstone Empire was seated at, the numerous gazes from the surroundings of the Cage Battle Arena were still locked onto him, and locked onto the Devilseal Tablet that floated by his side.

Even though Duan Ling Tian had already obtained the honor of the number one young expert in the Dynasty Martial Competition, the process to obtain this was something that caused the people present to be deeply puzzled, and it was even unbelievable to them.

To them, everything that had happened earlier was too peculiar.