Was the Li Family a Den of Monsters?

Martial Arts Peak stood east of Green Maple Valley. Its summit had been leveled into a vast square.

The ground was paved with massive slabs of granite, hard as could be. The square stretched for dozens of miles in every direction, broad and flat.

More than a hundred arenas stood across it.

Each had been cast from Black Iron and inscribed with defensive formations to keep it from being damaged during matches and prevent stray shockwaves from injuring spectators.

Tiered stands rose around the arenas. They were already packed shoulder to shoulder, the air boiling with noise.

The stands were divided into several sections.

At the highest point, with the best view, was the main stand for the Ancestral Land's leaders and guests from top powers.

The stands below, with slightly poorer views, were for ordinary members of the Ancestral Land and other guests.

The Branch Families had been assigned seats around the outermost edge.

Little Stone followed the Stone County Branch Family through the crowd. It took them quite some time to find their seats.

He looked around.

Among the disciples from hundreds of Branch Families, some sat with their eyes closed, resting and adjusting their condition.

Others spoke quietly to ease their nerves.

Still others swept sharp gazes over their potential opponents.

Little Stone took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes too.

About half an hour passed.

Suddenly, cries of surprise rose through the crowd.

Little Stone's eyes snapped open.

Streaks of light in every color flew in from all directions, crossing the sky toward the main stand.

Every streak carried an unfathomable aura. They were all Innate True Persons.

After all, only Innate True Persons could fly through the air.

To the Branch Family disciples, Innate True Persons were figures of legend.

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