Wang Dabao dusted off his clothes, then beckoned, and the "innate talent meat ball" clenched in Chen Lin's hand returned to him.
He pressed it against the space between his brows.
A flash of light appeared, and his forehead was restored to its original state.
Chen Lin frowned.
He had actually failed to sense what means his opponent had used, nor had he detected any energy fluctuations, yet the innate talent meat ball in his hand had vanished.
His opponent was at least as strong as he was.
"Chen, consider yourself unlucky to have met this young master. Otherwise, you might actually have managed to muddle your way into a Heavenly Monarch Position. Now you'll just have to suffer the indignity of becoming this young master's puppet guard."
The Brocade-Clad Youth rubbed the space between his brows.
Then he took out a token and tossed it into the arena. "The Great King commands: slay this wretch, at any cost!"
As his words fell, the token hummed and vanished into the void.
In an instant.
Streaks of light rose all around the arena, and at least a hundred attacks descended upon Chen Lin.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, watch out!"
Azi and the others paled with shock, worried both that Chen Lin would be overwhelmed and that they would come under attack themselves.
But these shadows ignored them, targeting only Chen Lin. They did not dare enter the arena either, because entering the Dueling Arena meant joining the duel, which would make Chen Lin their enemy.
Chen Lin was equally shocked.
His opponent could actually command the Huanlings here!
This put him at a terrible disadvantage.
Although he could counter the Huanlings here, handling a few at once was one thing. Facing more than a hundred at once, he had not the slightest