The light dissipated, and a figure appeared.
He wasn't exceptionally tall, but a terrifying killing aura radiated from his entire being.
His features were stern, his gaze indifferent, as if the geniuses before him were beneath his notice.
It was none other than the undisputed number one on the leaderboard—Blood Slaughter Barton.
"Barton! It's Blood Slaughter Barton!"
"He's here too!"
"HISS... What a terrifying killing aura."
"He must be here for Demon Hand Hua Sha. Hua Sha's name is on the list for the first match."
Barton's appearance instantly stole all the attention away from Li Wen, causing an even greater stir and a wave of whispers.
He was like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep. His mere presence seemed to cause the temperature in the room to drop by several degrees.
Many people subconsciously took half a step back, not daring to meet his gaze.
Barton looked around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a cold searchlight.
