Under the Heavenly God Arena, a battle had just ended.
Ning Hesheng collected his share of the spoils of war into his spatial ring, walked to the side, and sat down silently.
Sun Yixiao sat beside Ning Hesheng, looked up at the sky, his gaze somewhat blank.
"Three years now..."
Ning Hesheng glanced at Sun Yixiao: "He hasn't been thrown out by the Heavenly God Arena, which means only two results: either he died, or he passed the Heavenly God Arena. He has three tokens in his hand; with his strength, he should have passed."
After a pause, Ning Hesheng added, "With his strength, if he can't pass, no one else could either."
Sun Yixiao sighed and said, "I'm actually not worried about his strength. After all, he still has two experts in that Linglong Tower of his, and a bunch of Heaven-devouring Toads on him. As long as it isn't a Saint taking action, and the strength is overwhelming, he should be able to handle it."
Ning Hesheng frowned: "Are you worried about his identity?"
