With these four people acting as judges, no matter what unexpected incident occurs in the arena, there's basically no need to worry.
The four judges in the arena have faces as dark as coal.
They're reluctant, thinking, what is our cultivation level? Why are we judging these youngsters?
However, this was a simultaneous request from Yan Nan and Dongfang Sansan, so the four have to comply whether they agree or not.
There's no choice; both of them are not ones to be trifled with.
"Next is the Marquis Level combat, both sides prepare."
Yun Du, who serves as both judge and host, speaks up.
The atmosphere settles into silence.
Both sides consist of nine people each, with the Guardians dressed in white and the Wei Wo Zheng Sect dressed in black robes.
White as pure as snow, black as inky as ink.
The contrast between the two factions is intense and reaches a peak visibly.
The eighteen people lock eyes, and in an instant, a fierce intent to kill suddenly rises.
