Chen Daolin and the other thousand Starry Sky-level warriors followed the two demigods' instructions into a spacious, brightly lit white circular hall. Thousands of seats were arranged in tiered rings, while a raised platform stood at the very center, though no one was on it at the moment. After the two demigods left, all the Starry Sky-level warriors found seats for themselves and began discussing matters among themselves.
Some of the larger races lay sprawled or crouched on their seats, looking somewhat comical.
The Starry Sky-level warriors, who moments ago had seemed ready to fight each other to the death and leave flesh and blood flying, were now getting along remarkably well. The atmosphere was lively.
Around some of the stronger Starry Sky-level warriors gathered groups of people hoping to befriend them.
Beside Chen Daolin lay a lion-like monster over eight meters long, covered from head to toe in fiery red fur. It tilted its head to look at Chen Daolin, then suddenly split its huge bloody maw into a grin. "I recognize you. You're that formidable expert from Arena Twelve in the selection trials. Let me introduce myself—I'm Simba, from the Feren Grassland. I'm the eldest son of the king of the Blazing Flame Tribe on the Feren Grassland, and I'm the number one expert among my tribe's younger generation." The lion monster raised its head, wearing a proud expression.
It was extremely arrogant by nature. If Chen Daolin had not displayed such astonishing strength, it would never have taken the initiative to speak with him.
"Mm, hello. I'm Chen Daolin, from Black River Country." Since the other party had approached him first, Chen Daolin naturally would not reject it outright. With a faint smile, he casually began chatting with the lion, which looked fierce and terrifying but actually