"The Beast Taming Sect is here too. Two at the third heaven quasi-saint realm. This could get tricky."
"Not just two. He's from the Beast Taming Sect, after all. That kid might well have another tamed beast."
"No one's stopping him, so apparently it's not against the rules. What about our contestants? Anyone feeling confident?"
The Chaos Ancient Clan's contestants felt their teeth ache when they saw Miao Jun.
Someone from the Beast Taming Sect. Those bastards were the hardest to deal with.
He might not have much combat strength himself, but his tamed beasts were powerful.
Wasn't this against the rules?
Several beings at the third heaven quasi-saint realm were taking the stage at once.
Was that really allowed?
"Heh. Whether it's against the rules or not makes no difference."
"Because I'll crush him utterly."
The next moment, a deep, muffled voice rang out.
A figure approached the arena, step by step.
He was tall, a full head taller than Shen Que, standing nearly thirty feet high.
His shoulders were as broad as a city wall. His arms hung at his sides, his ten fingers thick as iron pillars, with a layer of dark gray bone armor covering his knuckles.
The surface of that bone armor was covered in cracks. Dark red light churned within the fissures, like red-hot iron slowly cooling.
His chest was broad and thick, his breastbone covered by a layer of grayish-white bone plates that overlapped and interlocked like a natural suit of bone armor.
His waist and abdomen were taut and powerful, his legs thick as pillars. Every muscle resembled an iron ingot tempered by a thousand hammer blows: tense, hard, without a trace of excess flesh.
But his face was what truly left people struggling to breathe.
There was almost no skin on