Fighting was something cultivators in the Dark Sea Region had to be prepared for from childhood. Even within sects, life-and-death struggles could never be avoided.
Yet no matter where one was, rules still had to exist.
Qin Fengming ignored the two cultivators fighting inside the Sumeru Space at the center of the stone platform. Instead, he found an unoccupied square table and sat down in a wooden chair. Only then did he look toward one side of the tall stone platform, where a crystal wall stood.
His divine sense sank into it, and words appeared: "Battle arena. Stop at the first touch. Taking another's life is forbidden. Violators will suffer the annihilation of their souls."
It was obvious that this battle arena in the Marketplace only determined victory or defeat; it did not decide life or death.
Qin Fengming glanced around but found no place where treasures were being displayed, which surprised him greatly.
Cultivators naturally would not fight one another for no reason. Without sufficient compensation for making a move, who would be so bored as to provoke others and engage in a life-and-death struggle?
"Fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. May I ask your name?" Just as Qin Fengming was surveying the hall, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Qin Fengming turned around and looked at the owner of the voice, his face utterly expressionless.
"My surname is Qin. This is my first time visiting Scorpion Stone Island. May I ask whether Fellow Daoist needs something?"
Qin Fengming was quite straightforward. He played no tricks, simply giving his name before looking at the fifty-something-year-old man with an inquisitive glint in his eyes.
A layer of watery mist surrounded the old man's entire body. He was clearly a member of the sea race. His cultivation was not weak, either—he