Only with Ethan's level of strength could one barely gain a foothold in Blue-Wave City—and not be forced to bow their head before the Palace of the Four Cycles.
Brush!
A sharp sound of air tearing apart rang out.
The crowd instinctively looked toward the arena.
In the next instant, the space around Bruce trembled twice, as if struck by an invisible hammer. Before anyone could react, a figure stepped out from distorted space and landed firmly on the stage.
Gasps erupted from all directions.
"It's him!"
"He actually went up!"
Bruce's eyes snapped open.
The relaxed, arrogant posture he had maintained shattered instantly. When he saw the familiar white figure standing not far away, his pupils contracted sharply.
"You?" Bruce's expression darkened. "It's you?"
"Aren't you already a guest elder of the Sky family?" he demanded coldly.
"Why are you still interfering?"
The smile on Bruce's face vanished without a trace, replaced by solemn vigilance.
