The square was still bustling with people, some of the living creatures' gazes fell on Zheng Chu, mixed with a hint of strangeness.
From the moment Chu Zheng entered to the moment he emerged, it was all over in just a dozen breaths; such speed in determining victory was truly astounding.
Chu Zheng seemed oblivious to this, turned around, and left this noisy place, preparing to wait for the next battle. As he glanced inadvertently at one corner of the square, his gaze paused slightly.
There, a few figures had gathered; their physiques were equally tall and robust, their bodies flowing with dark golden divine radiance, at a glance it was evident they came from the same source as his opponent earlier.
At this moment, they were cautiously gathering some dark golden fragments, their movements gentle.
