After leaving the arena of the Underworld Contest, Wang Ling returned to the cave of the Underworld Convention once again. As soon as he emerged, he noticed that numerous gazes were already focused on him.
"How could it be him!"
"It's impossible! Could it be that this Ghost King actually defeated the Ghost Saint?"
"Look, he's the only one coming out. This means that the Ghost Saint must have died in the arena!"
At this moment, everyone couldn't help but be astonished. They couldn't imagine that Wang Ling had actually killed the Ghost Saint.
You see, when the two of them entered the arena, no one had ever thought that Wang Ling would come out alive. In their minds, Wang Ling, this arrogant Ghost King, would definitely be tortured before he was killed.
"Feng, I knew you could do it!" North Lingchen jumped excitedly to Wang Ling's side.