In the room, the color demon paced with his hands behind his back, listening intently to a sound coming from somewhere.
After sitting cross-legged on the bed, he focused on the noise.
After a while, he realized that it was the sound of two participants in the sect leader competition clashing.
They were likely fighting with wooden swords, but why did such a sound resonate? Every time someone stomped their foot, a small ornament beside the bed trembled slightly.
It was unlikely that the masters he had faced were involved, but it was not strange for the contenders for victory to be engaged in such a fight.
With a loud crack, a wooden sword broke, and the fight continued, causing the floor to vibrate slightly.
"Who could it be?" The color demon thought that the masters he had defeated, such as Bai Lihan or Kang Mokcheon, were far below the level of those fighting now.
It was not surprising, considering this was a competition to determine the leader of the martial world.
He concentrated on the sounds of battle and glanced at the entrance.
A moment later, he heard a voice.
"Young Master Meng, it's Zhang Shan. May I enter?"
"Come in."
"Yes."
As soon as the color demon saw Zhang Shan, he placed a finger to his ear.