Tens of millions of cultivators watched with curiosity as someone took the Yang Stage of the Two Principles Arena. They crowded around the ring, but before they knew how strong Ling Tian and the others were, none dared to step forward. After all, they had no idea whether these people were like the ones from Mu Tian Pavilion on the Yin Stage. Sparring to the death on the arena was commonplace, and few challengers were as merciful as Mu Tian Pavilion's people. The cultivators didn't dare take the risk.
After quite some time passed without anyone taking the stage, Zi Tianfei grew bored. She actually took out everything she needed and started grilling, leaving everyone watching dumbfounded. Even the old cultivators who had lived for countless years could only laugh helplessly. They had attended several Cultivator Assemblies, yet had never seen anyone grilling on an arena that was supposed to be "solemn and dignified."
Perhaps Zi Tianfei and the others' "arrogant" attitude had angered the onlookers. At last, a young man from the Devil Race couldn't hold back. He flew toward the arena, and upon landing, bellowed like a raging tide, "Feng Lei of the Devil Race requests your instruction!"
As the young man from the Devil Race took the stage, Ling Tian cracked open one eye. A flicker of excitement stirred within him, but when he sensed that the newcomer was barely at the Body Integration Realm, his interest vanished. He closed his eyes again and focused on recovering from his injuries.
"Hehe, someone finally took the stage." Zi Tianfei gave a playful smile, a hint of excitement in her expression. But when she saw the newcomer's cultivation, she curled her lip and grumbled, "He's only at the Integrated Body Early Stage. You go, lecher. He's yours."
"Uh, Fei'er,