After Xuan Ming met Ling Xiao and Leng Mei, his desire to meet the geniuses of this White Tiger Summit became even stronger.
The next morning, outside Surprise Thunder City, the dense crowd was ready to enjoy the final duel of this White Tiger Summit.
The sky was clear and cloudless, a perfect day for a duel.
The competing Martial Artists gathered around the seats surrounding the arena.
It's easier to see from here, and also more convenient to participate in the duel.
"Look quickly, that's the Sect Master of Xuanwu Divine Hall, Lord Xuan Ming!"
Suddenly, a chaotic sound arose, and people looked towards the sky, where a man with a white beard and white robe was slowly descending onto the judges' seat.
Who else could it be but Xuan Ming?
"Truly worthy of being the Sect Master of Xuanwu Divine Hall, his presence is simply awe-inspiring."
Today, Xuan Ming might have deliberately released some aura, making the participating Martial Artists feel it very clearly.
