“This, this!! We won’t stand for this!” The Colosseum cultivators nearly lost their minds as a collective after the Immortal Pagoda’s messenger departed. All of them petitioned the kings to let them duel the Immortal King to the death.

The Human and Blood Kings looked at each other, deep frowns etched on their foreheads and no responses forthcoming.

“Elder brothers, let me go take care of this Immortal Pagoda.” A figure in white walked through the doors, resolving itself as a genteel young man in a long white robe.

The Windcall King!

“The Colosseum’s current troubles have arisen because of me, so I should naturally be the one to settle them.” It was another one of his replicas that was also a primary body. In this version, however, soaring killing...