Born to a Lowly Fate

"It must have been a case of mistaken identity!" Zhao Yushan shook his head and thought no more of it.

He now worked for the lofty divine son Xiao Lingtian. His status and position were frighteningly high; it was impossible for him to have any dealings with a nobody like Xiao Chen.

Still, Xiao Chen really did look somewhat familiar.

Very soon, everyone recovered from their shock.

The battle continued.

Blood and vitality permeated the battlefield, Source Energy surging.

Battles unfolded across all ten sub-arenas at once.

The other nine arenas were locked in fierce, inseparable struggles!

There had even already been several cases where both sides suffered grievous losses.

Only on Xiao Chen's arena was everyone defeated with a single finger strike!

No one could force him to use a second move!

No one could even make him use one more finger!

Xiao Chen stood in white robes like snow, an ancient sword on his back, calmly standing within the formation as he faced challenger after challenger.

Among the more than two thousand contestants, the vast majority were at the sixth or Seventh Heaven of the Grandmaster Realm.

Many powerful experts at the sixth level of the Grandmaster Realm refused to believe it and wanted to test Xiao Chen's true strength.

They had thought that even if they could not win decisively, they should at least be evenly matched.

Yet whoever came, lost.

Others had at most three victories, while Xiao Chen had already won more than forty.

He dealt with opponents far too quickly—one finger strike per person!

"How is that possible? Even those at the sixth level of the Grandmaster Realm can't block one finger strike from him?"

"Too terrifying!"

The crowd was shocked again and again!

At merely the second level of the Grandmaster Realm, clearly