Yao Yu and Zi Tianfei were acquainted, and the two were good friends. Naturally, they were overjoyed to meet after being apart for decades. They chatted among themselves, leaving the Devil Race youth who had come to challenge them standing off to the side. This made him rather unhappy, but sensing that Tian Xin and the others were no ordinary cultivators—and that he might not be able to defeat even one of them—he didn't show too much anger. If he provoked Yao Yu and she killed him, no one could say much; after all, he was on the arena.
After a long while, Yao Yu and the others still paid no attention to the Devil Race youth, leaving him terribly awkward. He scratched his head and said sheepishly, "Fellow cultivators, are you still accepting challenges? If not, can I go down?"
Chaos City had a rule: once the sect being challenged had fought ten matches in a day, it had grounds to refuse further challenges. Yao Yu and the others had already won ten matches, while the Devil Race youth hadn't even begun his challenge, so Yao Yu's side had every right to turn him down.
"Fellow cultivator, I'm sorry. We old friends have just reunited, and we got a little carried away. Please forgive us for neglecting you." Yao Yu bowed slightly, then signaled to Tian Xin and the others. Seeing that they understood and stepped aside, she extended a hand and gestured toward the arena. "Fellow cultivator, we can begin now..."
Unexpectedly, just as she said that, she was interrupted again by several sounds tearing through the air. The Devil Race youth was so frustrated he could have died. He angrily raised his head and looked toward the direction of the sounds. Anyone could imagine how he felt