On the stage.

Lin Hao stood with his hands behind his back, carrying a pale yellow sword sheath on his back, with four swords inserted inside.

As he entered the tournament once again, he was no longer the inexperienced youth he once was. His heart remained calm and unruffled as he gazed indifferently at his opponent.

Opposite him, Wang Zheng, the prodigy of the Lieyang Sect, felt an intense dislike upon seeing Lin Hao's composed demeanor.