At the same time, the two combatants had already rushed out of the theater, and the battle had officially begun.
The disciples from the Ghost Realm wore scornful and mocking expressions, because in their eyes, there was no way Feng Hao could be Hu Xun's opponent.
But Yao Ying and the other two of the Sanmei were a little nervous. It couldn't be helped; the difference in rank between the two was plain to see. Even though Feng Hao was very strong, his opponent was, after all, an elite disciple of the Ghost Realm.
"Sister Yao Ying, Feng Hao will be alright, won't he?" Li Ting asked, filled with worry.
"From the looks of it, he seems quite confident." Yao Ying's delicate brows furrowed slightly. "But just to be safe, we should probably notify Uncle Qian."
"Okay." Xu Zhenzhen didn't waste any time and immediately began to contact Qian Sanduo.
