The disciples with the qualification to challenge lined up on both sides, while many others who came to watch stood in the open space behind.
Everyone in the Central Plaza, upon seeing the True King of Tianwu.
Immediately bowed in respect.
"Welcome, True King of Tianwu! May the martial path of the True King be boundless."
"Welcome, True King of Tianwu!"
The presence of the True King of Tianwu instantly elevated the standard of the challenge tournament.
Excitement flashed in the eyes of those present, as winning in an ordinary fight and winning in front of the True King had completely different impacts.
The True King made no significant movements. Upon landing, he simply sat quietly on the high platform built to the east, eyes closed to nourish his spirit.
His posture was upright, his breathing long.
He subdued his own sense of presence, but his identity ensured that no one could remain unfazed. He was like a looming Mount Tai, pressing on the plaza, on everyone's hearts.
