Conflict

A somewhat frail young man sat beside a round table, a pair of grayish-brown fleshy wings sprouting from his back as he cast a sidelong glance toward the entrance.

Not only was his tone provocative, his posture also screamed that he looked down on everyone.

"It's him!"

After a brief silence, someone cried out softly, recognizing the frail young man.

At the same time, Sen Liu's voice sounded in Shi Yan's ear at just the right moment:

"This is Lao Chen of the Lao Family. The Lao Family is no weaker than my Phantom Forest Tribe. They've always had loose tongues, so don't bother with him."

It was clear that Sen Liu did not want any conflict with Lao Chen.

Lan Heng, who had come along with them, felt the same way and quickly stepped forward to explain patiently:

"Honored guest, Mie is merely a contestant contracted with our Heavenly Saber. He has no intention of dominating the gladiator arena..."

Before he could finish, a tremendous force suddenly pressed down on Lan Heng's chest.

Lao Chen then turned around, revealing a blue-faced, fang-toothed visage.

"A puny World Master ant—since when was it your turn to speak?"

"So he's from the Lao Family. I remember now."

Shi Yan spoke at that moment, raising a hand to brace Lan Heng's back and dispel that tremendous force.

His "defensive" stance made Sen Liu sigh inwardly in relief. Mie still knew the bigger picture and had not rashly caused trouble.

The other young geniuses present all wore expressions of course.

No matter how famous Mie was, he was still alone. He could only stir up trouble in a force like Heavenly Saber, one that was on the verge of disbanding—a country monkey.

When faced with a major power like the Lao Family, lowering his