The belongings of the dead on the arena became the victor's spoils. This rule was undoubtedly an endorsement of cultivators slaughtering one another. In the past, Ling Tian would have scoffed at it, but after killing Yun Fan, he had begun to understand. Whether or not such a rule existed, hostile sides would fight to the bitter end, and naturally, no one would return their enemy's belongings.
Without the rule, the two sides would undoubtedly fight even more fiercely over those belongings, breeding even greater hatred. Now that he thought about it, though the rule could not prevent the two sides from hating each other, at least it kept them from continuing to fight over this.
Having come to understand this, Ling Tian could only smile bitterly. In the end, the various clans were deeply divided. Hoping they could live together peacefully in a short time was nothing but a pipe dream.
Ling Tian shook his head and once more held out the flying sword to Granny Huanyin. "Senior, please pass it on for me. I need to get back to the arena."
But Granny Huanyin did not take the Immortal Sword. With an amused look, she said, "Boy, when you're giving something to a girl, it's best to do it yourself. This old woman has no desire to play middleman."
"But, but..." Ling Tian scratched his head and glanced at the arena below. "But I still have to compete. Besides, can I even enter someone else's arena? Is that allowed?"
"Of course. You just need the Arena Master's permission, and you have to go while the Arena Master is resting. Most importantly, outsiders aren't allowed to interfere," Zi Ling explained, looking down below. "As for the competition, one of your clones could handle it with ease. That's no excuse