A black-hearted smile flashed over Huang Xiaolong’s face upon hearing that, “I hope you would have this chance.”

Seconds later, Jiang Tian, Huang Zhouping, and the rest of the Holy Alliance disciples sped away.

Looking at the ruins on the Myriad Dragon Peak, Huang Xiaolong’s face was even gloomier.

Tomorrow!

Huang Xiaolong’s gaze was fixed on Huang Zhouping’s figure, with undisguised bloodthirst, until Jiang Tian, Huang Zhouping, and the rest were completely out of his sight. Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged in the air right above the Myriad Dragon Peak and then closed his eyes to adjust his breathing as he waited for the next day to come.

Huang Xiaolong did not make any move to clear or restore the ruins and destruction on the Myriad Dragon Peak. Everything will have to wait until tomorrow’s arena battle ends.

Someone else would help him rebuild the entire Myriad Dragon Peak when it was the right time!

The sky gradually darkened. The darkness held a mysterious charm as the moon hanging in the sky softly lit it up.

Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged in the air like a statute.

Under the Holy Alliance’s deliberate propagation, the news that Huang Xiaolong and Huang Zhouping’s battle would take place the following day spread through the entire Holy Gate headquarters in less than a day. The millions of Holy Gate headquarters were in an uproar.

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