Below, a cultivator recognized him, and his expression changed slightly.
"Blood Chan Zi? That guy hid himself well. I didn't even notice him."
"That's the third time you've said that. Everyone's been standing right here. Are you blind, fellow Daoist?"
"Oh, shut up. I just wasn't paying attention. This time I'm going to look carefully and see who our remaining contestants are."
"These are all that's left. They're fellow Daoists who've been famous for years. You should know them."
"Mm, I know them all. I've seen everyone now."
"Good."
"Heh, so it's that kid. The one who slaughtered an entire generation of the Buddhist Sect's young cultivators in the Western Region."
"And the Buddhist Sect's experts in the Western Region still haven't killed him? He must have powerful backing."
"If those old fossils in the Western Region won't kill him, we'll do it for them. Go up there and kill him."
"Who's number twenty-four?"
"That would be me."
On the Chaos Ancient Clan's side, many powerful cultivators began murmuring the moment they saw the figure on the Arena.
Clearly, they all knew him.
Blood Chan Zi.
A name that had become something of a legend.
He had once gone alone to the Western Region, cleaver in hand, and slaughtered the Buddhist Sect's entire younger generation. Among its Quasi-Saint experts, those from the first through third heavens had been wiped out.
He was a ruthless one.
But...
"Heh, so it's that kid. I'm number twenty-four."
"I'll kill him."
From the darkness, a towering figure slowly emerged.
His voice was deep, with a trace of rasp.
The other experts of the Chaos Ancient Clan took one look at him and fell silent.
They stepped aside, clearing a path for him.
As the figure strode out from the Chaos Ancient Clan's ranks, everyone