"Zhu Tian, ​​can you guess who those blue eyes are?" Jian Shiyi asked again.

"I can't guess that killing demigods is like killing ants. This kind of character is too far away from us. Please stop guessing."

"Fuwa, do I have a suggestion?"

"What's your suggestion?" Zhutian turned to look at Daxiong.

"Fuwa, in the challenge the day after tomorrow, let Xiaocha challenge Gu Jian first to find out the bottom."

"Xiaocha?"

Zhutian let out a low sigh, glanced at the young men and said: "Everyone should stay away and watch the challenge the day after tomorrow. If anything happens, you should quickly escape back to Zhutian Village."

"Zhu Tian... Xiaocha also challenged his opponent?" Meng Xianzi asked in shock.

"Um!"

Zhu Tian nodded and said: "Xiao Cha's opponent is very powerful, and his family background is also strong."

"Who does she challenge?"

All eyes focused on Xiaocha, feeling that she was anything but simple.

"You will know who Xiaocha challenges when the time comes. Remember, stay away and watch the game. If the situation goes wrong, run away immediately."

Zhutian said as he stood up, pulled the fork and walked away, deliberately avoiding the young men from asking questions.

"Brother, wait for me!"

Gu Fuya chased after her, with a sweet smile on her face and a lovable look.

"Yaya, you stay here first. I have something to tell Xiaocha."

Zhutian stopped Gu Fuya who was chasing him. The young men looked at each other with doubts growing stronger and stronger. Gu Fuya even pouted her lips and looked at her brother with ferocious eyes.

Three days later, everyone crossed the chasm and chose a mountain peak in the evil world to watch the competition. It was far away and there were no people, which was conducive to escape.

The good and evil sides of the Valley of Two Realms are still crowded with people. The big bosses of all races look sad and angry. So many geniuses have died. Although the four demigods were killed, their hatred will not go away.

The arena in the Valley of Two Realms rose up. It was different from the Beehive Arena three days ago. The ten-mile-long arena had a total of fifty platforms and was open. There were eleven Morning Sons standing on it, and the rest were empty.

"Aren't they nineteen morning sons?" someone shouted loudly.

"You still don't understand this, so you are afraid of death and don't dare to come." Someone else sarcastically said.
Chapter completed!