The old man's hair and beard were completely white. He was slender yet stood ramrod straight with his hands clasped behind his back. His aura was unfathomable, as if he were one with his surroundings, yet he still emanated an intangible sense of majesty.
Yang Jing understood at once. 'This must be the Main Peak Elder, the one responsible for maintaining order during this Dragon Gate Martial Trial and intervening to save any disciple in peril.'
With an Elder nearby, even though the assessment was perilous, it was possible to prevent disciples from being seriously injured or killed.
After the Main Peak Steward stepped down from the high platform, the trial officially began.
The massive boar broke free of its restraints. No longer suppressed by the Main Peak Steward's intimidating aura, the fear in its eyes gradually faded, replaced by rabid ferocity.
