After thirty minutes in line, Kyrian and Bai Zhu finally reached the entrance of the Cloud Coliseum.
The main gate was a monumental structure of black stone and white jade, over thirty meters tall. Sculptures of legendary spiritual beasts and warriors in combat poses carved into the surface seemed to come alive under the gray light of the eternal clouds.
Dozens of guards stood in double rows, all in the Core Formation Realm, exuding heavy and controlled cultivations that made the air vibrate. None of them smiled. Their eyes swept across the crowd like blades.
There were two distinct entrances.
To the left, the line for spectators, long, noisy, filled with common cultivators, families of minor nobles, and curious merchants. All paid a modest fee in spirit stones to enter and watch the fights. Mei Li bid farewell to Kyrian and Bai Zhu with an elegant wave.
"Good luck to both of you. I'll watch from a good seat. Don't die."
