Not Huang Li
Editor: Transn
The Coliseum of the Martial Market had closed after the Black Market and the Moon Worship Demonic Sect alliance destroyed the Martial Market Bank industries in Yunwu Commandery.
The Coliseum of the Martial Market had reopened half a month ago.
However, fewer warriors than before came to fight in the Coliseum of the Martial Market.
The Coliseum of the Martial Market had only recently regained its previous level of liveliness and bustling crowds.
"Do we really need to watch this fight? It's obvious who will win," Huang Yanchen asked.
She sat on the top floor of a tower at the periphery of the Martial Market Coliseum, watching the central space of the Coliseum through an open window.
It was the perfect spot to watch the battle!
A gray-haired old woman and a stooped old man stood behind Huang Yanchen, both of them as still as two stone sculptures.