The stands roared with noise. Men and women, young and old, rose to cheer or clapped with all their might. The place was in an uproar.
But Ye Chen felt as though he had fallen into an icy pit. Their cheers and applause did nothing to stir his blood.
He knew these vile Dragon People saw Slaves as nothing more than toys for their amusement, much as people in his previous life gathered friends to pit crickets against each other or race horses.
Except the Dragon People were far more cruel. Even cricket fighters and horse owners did not mistreat their animals. The Dragon People did not care whether their slaves lived or died.
"Huh?"
After the Slaves entered one by one, all kinds of Beasts were wheeled into the Beast Arena in iron cages. The Dragon People in the stands cheered even louder.
A host carrying a Den Den Mushi for announcements stepped onto the raised platform at the center, escorted by guards.
He cleared his throat and raised a hand. The tens of thousands of Dragon People watching gradually fell silent.
"It's Prince Nalandesheng!"
Someone in the crowd cried out. No wonder a single gesture from him could silence the entire arena. He was a Prince of one of the Nineteen Great Royal Families. That exalted status alone was enough to make people kneel before him.
"Hmph... What's so impressive about him? He's just shouting a few words into a lousy Den Den Mushi."
Prince Rambo, seated on a sofa in the VIP section, raised an eyebrow and snorted.
Others regarded Nalandesheng as nobility beyond compare, but the princes were hardly on friendly terms. Some would have loved nothing more than to see him make a fool of himself in public.
"Hmph... I'll find a chance to put