"Commander, it looks like the person you brought failed to serve his purpose."
"In that case, you can follow your Holy Lord to the grave!"
Yun Che stared coldly at Han Wei, whose lower body had just regenerated. Before the man could beg for mercy, several Mental Thought Swords had already pierced his mind.
Ding! Half-Saint killed. Experience +9,000,000.
After putting away both bodies, Yun Che said, "All right, let's go!"
At that moment, the entire Treasurelight Pavilion was utterly silent. Only the footsteps of Yun Che and his three companions gradually faded into the distance as they walked away.
"I... I'm not dreaming, am I? The Holy Lord of the Bright Church's holy land just died like that?"
"Died? There wasn't even a body left. How terrifying. Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the Bright Church at all?"
"Tch, what's there to be afraid of? The Peak Sage currently in the Bright Church isn't even as strong as Holy Lord Mingxuan. If he's smart, he won't come seeking revenge, or he'll only be heading to his death."
Three days later, Yun Che and the others arrived at a Dark Arena on the border between two countries.
The Dark Arena was enormous, its towering outer walls built from massive stones that exuded an ancient, oppressive air.
Inside, the crowd roared. Calls and shouts mingled into a cacophony.
The stands were packed with spectators, their faces excited and their eyes fixed on the enormous fighting ground in the center.
In the middle of the ground, two gladiators fought fiercely, blood spraying as the spectators cheered again and again.
"Master, what are we doing here?" Lin Duo asked.
"We're here to find something. Unless something unexpected happens, it should be among tonight's contestants."
Lu Niaoniao nodded at his words and