"Greetings, Third Young Master Xiao Ling. This is a Life and Death Arena contest, not an ordinary sparring match. Once inside, the fighting will not stop unless one side falls and dies."
The Firmament City cultivator guarding the restrictive spell bowed respectfully, but did not yield.
"Is that female cultivator your companion? If anything happens to Hu Yin, none of you will leave Firmament City today." A beardless old man turned, immediately spotted Qin Fengming and Su Zishan, and barked coldly.
The man radiated the aura of a true immortal and had a burly build. Though his face was aged, one could tell he had been handsome in his youth. This old man was clearly the one who had spoken earlier. He was on good terms with the burly man fighting inside, and his words now were plainly meant to back him up.
"If you want to keep us here, you had better have the strength for it." Su Zishan gave the old man a sidelong glance, her tone hostile.
She had always been the one threatening others. When had anyone ever threatened her? Anger immediately surged in her chest.
"What gall! You dare show such disrespect before my young master? The time will come when you kneel and beg for mercy." The old man's eyes widened, his voice icy.
Qin Fengming ignored the old man, instead fixing his gaze on the tall young man standing straight and proud.
He was an imposing, well-proportioned young man, a head taller than Qin Fengming. He wore pale yellow Dragon Scale Armor, and his faintly yellow hair flowed smoothly like a waterfall. His face was handsome, his skin fair and delicate, like that of a beautiful female cultivator.
Qin Fengming stared, somewhat dazed. No one looking at such a handsome young man would