Li Qitian smiled at Ye Buqu's retreating figure.
"Oh, right, Elder Li. Pass down an order: no one below the Nascent Soul Realm may enter the Arena. Speed things up. I want to see that fellow die sooner."
Wang Teng waved a hand. The Golden Core cultivators were fighting with gusto, but they were wasting too much time. It was time to bring up those with real skill.
That would quicken the pace of the entire Arena. The sooner that fellow took the stage, the sooner he would die.
Then Li Xian'er and the other woman would still be his.
He did not like cultivating. What he liked was using every factor at his disposal to make his opponents die before his eyes.
Just like this time.
To him, what was so interesting about fighting and killing? Using his head was far more fun.
Fighting and killing were for brutes.
"Understood."
Li Qitian nodded and withdrew respectfully. At that moment, he looked less like an elder than Wang Teng's personal servant.
The battles below picked up noticeably. Nascent Soul Realm cultivators took the stage one after another, their techniques flying across the sky and drawing gasps of amazement from the cultivators watching below.
Ordinarily, no one could see so many Nascent Soul Realm cultivators clash at once. And these were no ordinary Nascent Soul Realm cultivators; every one of them was a young prodigy.
"Young Master Ye, if you aren't confident, leave while you can. If it comes to it, I can help you."
Li Xian'er looked worried. Each Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was stronger than the last. Any one of them could crush her Silver-Armored Divine Generals; only the Golden Armored Divine General could hold them in check.
And these were merely Rogue Cultivators from across the continent. The