Ning Cheng's gaze also fell upon the stage. The man who emerged was dressed in white, his appearance dazzlingly handsome, with not a speck of dust on him, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked competitors who'd been thrown out of the entrapment-kill array earlier.
"This is a genuine powerhouse. When I participated in the first Door of Creation battle, I felt this kind of aura from many strong individuals," Ran Fu suddenly said beside Ning Cheng.
"How does his strength compare to yours?" Ning Cheng looked at the white-clad man and suddenly thought of someone—Mo Ge, the Seven Gods Temple's master, whom he had personally killed. Whether it was his demeanor, mannerisms, or his arrogance, this man bore certain similarities to Mo Ge.
