Encountering the Palace of the Heavenly Emperor was no mere meeting with Ren Changsheng. Now that they had met Ren Changsheng, there was even less need to say anything, surrender was the direct course.
"I forfeit as well!"
"I forfeit as well!"
...
Arena seventeen suddenly burst into excitement. The fight hadn't even started, yet a group of people already began to forfeit. Only three did not forfeit, and these three were disciples from top-tier forces.
Among the three, two were from the tribe of Charm, and one was from the Qilin tribe.
"Is this youngster really so imposing?"
A flicker of light sparked in Chang Zai's eyes, which greatly annoyed him. Even back in his day, no one had forfeited like this—over a hundred people, and now only three remained. Is there even a need to fight?
"Do you still want to fight?"
