All around, people were discussing the seventh round of competition that just ended.
The Qi Yuan match was deliberate, nothing much to say about it.
The Eight-tailed match was also within the Qilin Camp, so it wasn't very intense.
The main focus was on Brother Cheng and the Three-Eyed Tiger.
"What do you think, will the next opponent of the Azure Dragon Emperor also concede?"
"I can't be sure, it's too weird."
"Qi Yuan definitely won't concede, the Qilin Race still has the blood feud of Qi Sheng."
"The Three-Eyed Tiger probably won't either..."
"That's hard to say, even the War Monkey Quasi-Emperor conceded, who would've thought?"
The War Monkey King had just conceded?
Even the already iron-hard heart of the Three-Eyed Tiger couldn't avoid a ripple.
Watching the Mountain Goat King and Yashu King gathering around Brother Cheng made him even more puzzled.
Finally, he couldn't resist sending a message over.
"Do you... know him?"
