"Next!"
The indifferent voice echoed from the screen, so arrogant and mocking it made the students of the White Camp's skin crawl. But now, they no longer had the gall to taunt him back. They could only glare at Mu Chen on the screen with murderous intent. They wanted to go up and challenge him, but even Mo Wen, an Eighth Ring Peak Martial Emperor, had been defeated. Naturally, the White Camp students below the Nine-Ring Emperor Realm weren't foolish enough to run up just to get beaten and hand over their Cultivation Resources.
'Heh, my luck isn't bad at all.'
A White Camp student sitting in a corner leaned back in his seat. He watched the arrogant figure in black on the screen, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips beneath his mask.
