"Beep, hello, beep..."
Dragon Gate Hall, the pre-match checks for the Heavenly King Mountain battle are being conducted intensely.
"There's no problem with the sound system, OK!"
The male host with the microphone gestured to the audience.
Below, Wei Qinglian was accompanying an elderly man with the surname Lan, inspecting the venue. The director responsible for the stage execution of the Heavenly King Mountain battle had little time to greet them, shouting, "Next, let's test the lighting!"
In the vast venue, the dazzling lights went dark and bright again, alternating between several different effects.
"The lighting effect for introducing the master of the ring, come on—"
Bang!
The director just issued the command when six straight beams of holy light descended from above. On the stage, six dragon-and-phoenix chairs slowly rose. Even though the event hadn't started, the few staff members in the venue were firmly drawn to the six chairs.
