"Village Chief!"
"You all stay here and guard the area later. Don't let anyone come up to the stage to disturb me until the monks from Shaolin notice the commotion on the mountain. Then you can disperse."
Jiang Dali issued his orders with authority.
"Yes!"
The Three Kings and Kou Zhong all took their orders and then stood guard at the four corners of the high platform.
Jiang Dali waved his palm, and his Powerful Palm Force burst forth.
The curtains hanging on the pillars around the high platform vibrated and came off their hooks, with three sides falling down, revealing only the space directly in front.
Jiang Dali's burly figure, clad in armor and wearing a dark gold horned helmet, sat on a pear wood throne inside the viewing stand, high above, as if watching the performances of the players above the many arenas.
