Chapter 755: The Seven Sacred Arts

When Yan Jiu entered the arena, Xie Dao furrowed his brow, sensing something amiss. From Yan Qi onwards, the expressions of the three men were strange, utterly emotionless. "There's something wrong with these three," Long Po suddenly remarked. Having survived numerous life-and-death battles, Po's senses were keener than most. His eyes remained fixed on the Feng Tian battle platform, undistracted by the surrounding crowd. The moment he saw Jiu step up, he knew something was off. Dao already had...