Chapitre 530: Chapter 297: Starting the Arena, Old Grudges Come Knocking, Celestial Thunder Golden Wind (4K)_2

"Master..." Zong Shichan looked at him adoringly, his eyes sparkling, almost shooting out stars.

...

In a concealed corner of the banquet hall, several extraordinary figures gathered at a table.

One of the men, appearing to be in his mid-twenties, possessed an unremarkable demeanor with nothing out of the ordinary about him. He should have been an inconspicuous passerby like a stone, yet he mysteriously gave off the impression of drifting clouds, as if he could turn into the wind and disappear, not of this world.

His tone was indifferent as he spoke, his voice ethereal and strange, clearly in front of them yet sounding as if it came from afar:

"Have you all made your decisions? Are just a few of us... enough?"

A man with eyebrows as sharp as lightning and hair sticking up like a Super Saiyan frowned and said: