The bloodlust coming from Kong Yuan was ferocious. Not a single person present was comfortable letting him out of their sight for long.

“There were people who wanted my Wan Clan gone in the past. I believe everyone is familiar with what happened to them. Today will be no exception,” Wan Qiuye’s composure was comforting.

“Cut the crap. Is everyone here? Then let’s start!” Kong Yuan snorted.

In the next second, three people stepped forward from Kong Yuan’s party.

Raised an eyebrow as he assessed them. Those three must be the ones participating in the battle today.

As had become the norm, Wan Feng whispered his introduction to Lin Yun.

 “I know those two,” he said, pointing to the two on the left. “They’re Pei Xiuyuan and Kong Lingyuan. Those two are from the main branches of their respective clans and have been specially groomed. As for the one in the hood, I’m not familiar with him. He’s probably a hired fighter like you.”

“Wan Qiuye, where are your contestants?”

“Step forth,” Wan Qiuye’s voice rang out...