บท 287: Chapter 142: First Round of the Finals_2

Ling Menglu's minor frustrations were instantly invigorated by the praises of her two cousins. She rolled her eyes at them before taking a seat first.

At that moment, a figure emerged quietly in the middle of the vast Grand Arena. His appearance came without warning. He was wholly cloaked in black attire, even his face veiled behind a mask.

Could he be a powerful expert from the Assassin's Temple?

The man did not exude any aura whatsoever. Yet, the more inconspicuous he appeared, the more oppressive he felt to the many members of the reserve demon hunting team present.

A deep voice sounded from the presiding podium.