The "lean" devil cultivator was not actually thin. He was merely much shorter than most male devil cultivators, and by comparison, his body appeared slimmer.
At this moment, the surrounding elevated platforms were packed with cultivators of every kind. Some craned their necks and shouted wildly, while others kept waving their arms, making "hoh-hoh" cries.
Quite a few female devil cultivators exposed large swathes of smooth, satin-like skin. Their beautiful faces were filled with primitive, savage wildness.
They bared their long limbs, waving their arms at the two people in the arena and releasing piercing shrieks.
From the accompanying shouts, one could tell that some were yelling, "Mu, Mu, Mu!" while others shouted, "Yan, Yan, Yan!"
As Mu Sha sensed the savage roars around him, the blood in his heart had already been ignited. That was the passionate battle bloodline of the Devil Race within him.
Here, no one any longer knew of the former "Undying Devil Vine." Moreover, he himself felt unworthy of that name. His father was the true "Undying" one.
Therefore, he only had his own name—Mu Sha!
He had always wondered why his father had not made him change his surname. Yet he had never asked his father, nor had he asked his mother.
Besides, he had already grown accustomed to the name Mu Sha. It held too many fragments of memory for him. Perhaps one day, his father would have him change back to his original surname, and he would obey without hesitation.
That person was very powerful. Not only had the cultivation technique he gave him filled Mu Sha with horror, it was even a legendary soul technique.
That person could also protect him in secret, without even the experts of his own clan knowing.
Although he was now at the middle stage of