City of Slaughter, inner city, a somewhat secluded house.
A young man dressed in black sat in a chair, holding a letter in his hand and reading it carefully.
"The Slaughter King refused to cooperate again? That was only to be expected. I told them long ago that the City of Slaughter was content to remain isolated and had no ambitions. Any alliance was bound to fail. None of them listened, and sure enough, things turned out exactly as I predicted." After reading for a while, the young man in black put away the letter and spoke indifferently.
"The Cult Leader sent me to destroy Hell Road and cut off the Asura God's inheritance. This will be quite difficult."
The young man in black sighed. A figure in white appeared in his mind, causing his emotions to stir slightly.
"There is an aura about that person that makes me want to prostrate myself. That pure bloodline is noble and mysterious, domineering like a supreme being. If I'm not mistaken, he must come from one of the highest-ranking existences among the Dragon Clan—the Golden Dragon Clan."
"Now that the Golden Dragon lineage has appeared in the world, will the continent change as our ancestor prophesied?"
"Do our clan truly need to act according to our ancestral teachings once more?"
"His talent and strength are sufficient, but his ambitions are still unknown. He needs to be observed further."
The young man in black stroked his chin and thought to himself.
"Xiao Yuan, how was I? I did pretty well today, didn't I?" Another match had ended. Hu Liena stepped down from the arena, stood before Lu Yuan, raised her head, and looked at him expectantly.
"Not bad. Your movements are getting cleaner and more decisive." Lu Yuan tapped Hu Liena's nose and