When the simple words "I'm here to take you home" reached her, Little White Tiger's tears immediately rolled down her face.
The bitterness in her heart, the grievances she had endured for so many years, the suffering she had borne—all of it surged forth in an instant with the arrival of someone from her homeland. She could no longer keep up her stubborn strength; her defenses had been breached.
She wanted to cry. She had crossed the sea from the Mother Universe, only to be captured and raised as a beast-fighting girl. She had been so helpless all these years.
Just before taking the stage, she had received three lashes from an iron whip. The wounds on her face and neck were deep, blood seeping out.
Now, Wang Xuan's words sent a warm current through her miserable heart. Her eyes instantly welled with tears, but she held back her sobs.
"Don't cry. I'll vent your anger for you!" Wang Xuan said in a deep voice, fury and killing intent churning within him.
Those forceful words let the Round-faced White Tiger Girl feel passion, warmth, and concern. A sense of safety rose within her, and she finally could not stop herself from crying aloud.
Whether in the vip seats or the ordinary stands, chaos broke out everywhere. Something like this had actually happened—after all these years, who dared make trouble here?
Many felt that this young man was either insane or had no idea about Beast Fighting Palace's foundations. He was walking straight toward his doom.
Beast Fighting City was the lair of an ultimate monster. Let alone young Supernatural Practitioners, even top-tier Anomalous Beings would die miserably if they came!
Whether in the starry sea or Beyond the World, few factions dared provoke this place.
"Young man, run!" someone warned