Tournament of Death

"Young Master, Li Long has arrived." The Celestial King kneeled on one knee as he reported respectfully.

A young man turned around, glancing at Ling Han with a smile, and saying, "What are you standing there in a daze for? Come, take a seat." He gestured at Ling Han, pointing to an empty seat.

Ling Han walked over and went to sit down on the empty seat.

However, just as his bottom was about to touch the seat, one of the youths suddenly lashed out.

Pa!

The seat beneath him instantly exploded into smithereens. At the same time, an overwhelming force pressed down, trying to push Ling Han to the ground.

The person who had lashed out had three iridescent ribbons around him, signifying his status as a Third Heaven Celestial King.

Was he trying to establish dominance?

Ling Han sat down as if there were truly a seat beneath him. Meanwhile, he easily dispersed the force that the Celestial King had unleashed.