According to the original rules, those who defended the ring for ten consecutive victories would gather in the enormous main arena for a free-for-all.
The final sole victor would obtain martial master qualifications and be allowed to choose any divine weapon from the Imperial Capital Martial Arts Hall's armory. That was merely how it was described; in reality, the weapons available for selection were not even worth half of a Pseudo Divine Artifact.
Zhang Chen, in the ordinary prison envoy form with black hair, stood at the edge of the massive arena. His gaze fell on Hua Yufei, seated in the judges' area to one side. Hua Yufei's attention was focused on Space Old Demon across the arena and he had not noticed Zhang Chen at all.
What was Xing Shi doing, sending the Imperial Steward here? This old fellow's mastery of space is indeed formidable, far beyond someone like me with only half-baked abilities. The space around him is almost entirely under his control. It's obviously impossible to use spatial methods before him. I wonder how the clown managed to trap someone like this back then.
(The old steward was extremely powerful. At the time, the clown had established a barrier seal that completely isolated space in the area. With spatial abilities suppressed to their limit, he imprisoned him.)
This Imperial Steward appeared to be highly renowned throughout the Ghoul Realm, especially within the Imperial Capital. Everyone standing on the stage recognized this old monster. He was quite possibly the longest-lived being in the Ghoul Realm. Xing Shi himself had come from prehistoric times, yet this man had once served Xing Shi's father.
Having come this far, most of them had no intention of leaving. After all, the rules prohibited maliciously harming others. Fighting an old monster like this