Seeing that even the Eight Trigrams Arena on the outskirts had drawn such a huge crowd, with plenty of cultivators eager to take the stage and issue challenges, made Ling Tian's scalp prickle. Tian Xin teased him about changing his mind and setting up their arena on the outskirts. That would undoubtedly put the least pressure on them.
"No need. There are just a lot of people here; it doesn't mean their cultivation is anything special." Ling Tian shook his head and looked at the two people battling fiercely on the arena. "They're only two Late Spirit Division Stage cultivators. Even if there were many more, I wouldn't be afraid. Facing so many people would be rather troublesome, but the little ones, Lin Er and the others, kept clamoring to bring glory to Lingxiao Pavilion, so let them handle it."
At that, Tian Xin smiled. She couldn't help teasing him. "Sure, Ling Tian. You've tossed this difficult task to the juniors. I wonder what expressions Lin Er and the others will make when they hear about it. But Lin Er and the others are already in the Body Integration Realm, so dealing with these people shouldn't put them under much pressure. It'll also let them get an early feel for the atmosphere of the Cultivator Assembly."
"They asked for it themselves. As their master and father, of course I have to indulge them." Ling Tian chuckled and looked toward the arena. "The challengers are from the Demon Race, and the ones accepting the challenge are from the Human Race. The Human Race cultivators are slightly stronger and should win, but I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand the challenges that follow. I wonder whether they'll succeed in rebuilding their sect."
"It'll probably be very difficult. The strongest cultivator among