Li Tianhan's voice was loud and clear, audible to all the cultivators under the arena.
However, his reputation preceded him, and none of the cultivators present had the desire to challenge him.
Jiang Liqian's face was concealed behind a veil, yet she seemed slightly relieved.
"Luckily, neither of them chose the Sickness Sect, otherwise I'd have to expend considerable effort..."
Jiang Liqian glanced at the remaining three under the arena, her expression becoming more relaxed.
At this moment, finally a cultivator couldn't resist stepping onto the arena.
"I am Murong Wuwei of the Murong Family from Wangyue City, I hope fellow Daoists give me some face..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, a cultivator leapt onto the arena.
"Ha, what Murong Family? I, young master, have never heard of them! Today, the arena only recognizes strength!"
After dozens of fierce rounds, Murong Wuwei had his left arm severed and left the arena with resentment on his face.
