Trying to speculate what this young man truly is, they all concluded that he must be an expert hiding his true power or simply aiming to confuse others about his actual situation. Seeing how closely everyone watched him, Yan Xiaobao's face showed a bitter smile as he walked toward the arena, where he always fought against the castle guards.
Inside the arena stood a tall man who was clearly a late-stage King-level cultivator—a King who knew how to fight against others. A large scar marred his face. His eyes narrowed as he gazed at Yan Xiaobao, his crimson pupils revealing nothing but displeasure.
"Kid, this isn't a place for you to mess around," he said in a stern voice. "If you step onto this stage, I will fight you with everything I have. Seeing how weak you are, boy, you'll likely die in an instant."
