"What a grand spectacle."
Sword Demon's voice swept across the entire Arena, carrying a trace of amusement.
The scene before him reminded him of the past—of the encirclement painstakingly prepared for him by dozens of quasi-saints.
That display had been even grander than this one.
Yet in the end, he had still walked out.
He alone had walked out.
This spectacle could not help but make him think of the past.
These people had truly gone to great lengths.
For his sake, they had really racked their brains.
"There's something to this. Once you step onto this Arena, it intensifies the drain on your stamina."
"Whether walking or fighting, the consumption is several times greater than usual. And judging by the Arena's specifications, it was specially designed for Daluo Golden Immortals."
Hearing Blade Fanatic's words, Ye Lin's eyes narrowed slightly.
Blade Fanatic's words made him grow wary.
The Arena could increase stamina consumption?
Then what was the point of setting up this Arena?
A contest of endurance?
No, it definitely was not that.
It should be...
The next moment, a sharp glint flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
He had guessed it.
These five major factions had truly plotted this with painstaking care.
They had even thought up such a vicious trick.
"Hahaha, Ji Yang, Sect Master of the Heaven Severance Sect, greets fellow Daoists Sword Demon and Blade Fanatic."
In the distance, Ji Yang approached the three with his hands clasped behind his back.
He wore a smile, and at first glance seemed harmless to man and beast—the very picture of a good man.
"This must be Young Master Ye Lin, I presume?"
"Worthy indeed of being Blade Saint's direct disciple. With such bearing, the disciples of my sect cannot compare."
Stroking his beard, Ji Yang looked at Ye Lin