Lu Yun didn’t care that trouble was incoming after today. The Nineheavens Pagoda had plainly come to Dark City to eliminate the Lu Clan. Since there were open hostilities between the two, there was no need for any restraint in his actions.

Fights within the Beast Colosseum were unusually brutal. As human and beast grappled with each other, Li Wei paid the price of an arm to crush the blaze lion’s head.

It was a pyrrhic victory made possible through the physique of a nascent soul cultivator.

Emotion flickered over Fengxian Wu’s face—she couldn’t bear the sight.

“Aiyaya, Brother Jiang, it looks like I’ve won,” Lu Yun said merrily.

“Ole brother Lu’s human pet is extraordinary indeed. I wholeheartedly accept my defeat.” Jiang Feng and Lu Yun’s honorifics for each other had changed at some point in time. “This Riversurge is my dear younger brother’s.” Jiang Feng casually handed the sword to Lu Yun.

Off to the side, Lin Qi and the other noble sons swallowed hard. A mid spirit rank weapon was exceedingly rare even in fourth rank empires. It was typically wielded only by the various patriarchs and sect leaders...