“You?” Wei Zikun couldn’t help but snicker when he saw his first opponent, one that displayed his discontent perfectly. Of all his potential opponents, the last person he was scared of was Li Yanfeng. The man was the textbook definition of cannon fodder, and it was already surprising enough that Lightning Manor didn’t send him out as the first to die.

“You just reached Heavenly Will, right?” Wei Zikun sneered.

Without a word, Li Yanfeng unsheathed his sword, pointing its tip at Wei Zikun. The whole stadium burst into discussion about Li Yanfeng’s identity at that action, and naturally, many looked at Wei Jing and Li Tianming. The story between Li Yanfeng and Wei Manor was no doubt a complicated one, one that was good for sharing.

“Heh, a fight between Wei Tiancang’s own son, and a boy far beneath his notice.”

“Li Yanfeng will finally get the chance to prove himself.”

Stories and conflicts like this would of course make the battle more interesting to watch. To top it off, Li Yanfeng’s face was as cold as ice, killing intent roiling off him like storm clouds.

A massive bird as white as snow took to the sky. As it opened up its wings, white flames materialised around the beast,...