A single arena match had thrust the once-obscure Zhao Xuanqi into the eye of the storm. Countless hidden dangers now seemed at risk of exploding.
Neon, the Vermilion Bird Sect, the Giant Spirit Army, the Five Nations...
The pressure from these various factions was so immense that even with the full protection of the Jinmen Martial Arts Association's Three Elders, he might not be able to withstand it.
But Zhao Xuanqi, at the center of the storm, seemed oblivious. After calmly stepping down from the arena under everyone's gaze, he rejoined Shi Huai'an, Zhang Hongyun, and the others.
In the rest area, many of the waiting masters from the Divine Land cast varied gazes toward Zhao Xuanqi.
"After you won, the two Elders had someone send a letter to the Martial Arts Association's Three Elders. During the World Martial Arts Tournament, they should do everything in their power to protect you."
Shi Huai'an said to Zhao Xuanqi.
Zhao Xuanqi nodded slightly.
