A giant gold and silver woven bowl, with intertwined lines resembling branches, gleamed with a metallic luster under the sunlight, exuding luxury and a sense of strength.
That is the venue for the finals, the world's number one martial arts competition center—
[Phoenix Nest]!
Wow—
The crowd who came with him took their seats around the large arc-shaped conference table.
meng Chuan also stopped looking out the window, sensed around, found his name on the table, and walked over to sit down.
Beside him were the other five Overlords, excluding himself.
The competition committee seemed to know he had some tension with Liao Huo, placing them on either side with the other four in between...
"Hello, everyone, I'm Zhou Yun."
At the conference table, besides the personnel from the Great Chu's top hundred elite team emerging from the Beijing competition, there was only one man and one woman left.
