Zi Chen stood at the window of his newly acquired room, his back to the others. The Dao energy here was richer than anywhere else in the contestant quarters, but he wasn't cultivating.He was thinking."That masked bastard needs to pay," one of his followers snarled, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. The one Lin Feng had struck was still unconscious, taken to a healer an hour ago. "He embarrassed you, Brother Zi, totally disregarding your position.""Did you see how fast he moved?" another muttered, his voice carrying a tremor he couldn't quite hide. "I've never seen anything like that. Not even from the senior disciples.""Who cares how fast he moved?" the first follower snapped. "He touched one of ours. That's a declaration of war."The room buzzed with angry voices, each one trying to outdo the last with threats and promises of revenge. They were all furious. Humiliated. A nobody in a mask had made them look like fools, and worse, had walked away without so much as a scrat

Zhou Wei was not a patient man. He was Lin Feng's opponent. He had been watching the masked stranger all morning, studying him, waiting for his chance. And now, with the final fight of the day approaching, that chance was finally here. He made his way across the arena floor toward Zi Chen, weaving through the crowd with the confidence of a man who knew his worth. Zhou Wei was not a genius cultivator neither was he from a famous sect. He had no powerful bloodline or legendary master. What he had was ambition and ambition, in a place like this, was enough. "Brother Zi," Zhou Wei said, bowing low. "A word?" Zi Chen glanced at him, disinterested. One of his men stepped forward instead. "You either scram this instant or you can't blame me for what happens next." Zhou Wei gulped in fear, taking a step back but he didn't leave. "What I have to say will probably interest you." Zi Chen watched the strange man in boredom wondering what it is he has to say. He raised his arm up, stoppi

It was the final day of the Xialan Battle Royale The arena was packed before the sun had fully risen. Spectators filled every seat. Contestants crowded the waiting areas. Vendors walked through the aisles selling snacks and talismans and small tokens to commemorate the event. Everyone knew what was at stake today. Ten contestants remained. Ten spirit beasts. Ten chances at glory. The names had been posted on the large stone board outside the arena entrance before dawn. Lin Feng had read them on his way in, Xian still half-asleep on his shoulder. POD. The name he had registered Xian under. Thanks to Xian, they had made it to the top 10 with a list of other well known disciples with their rare spirit beasts. Eight-Winged Golden Ape. Zi Chen's spirit beast. An A-grade with traces of S-grade bloodline. Double-Headed Serpent. From the Eastern Swamp Sect. Thunder Roc. A bird like spirit beast that could summon storms. Unbeaten in three fights. Five others with names Lin Feng didn

Two more fights went on right after Zi Chen's and they were all spectacular to watch, leaving the crowd cheering non-stop. To visitors, one would think a carnival was going on when in all truth it was the Xialan Battle Royale. So far, in all the years the battle Royale has been going on this is by far the most packed and jaw dropping year. Not only were the bets times ten of what they usually are, a lot of big faces were also showing up in the city all wanting to see the Lizard that continuously took down spirit beasts in one move. The rumor felt too good to be true and the only way they would believe it was if they see it with their own eyes. But Xian is not the only an interesting spirit beast everyone wanted to see, a lot of people also wanted to see the eight winged Golden Ape in action. It's been years since a spirit beast like this appeared. Amidst all the chaos and excitement, Lin Feng's eyes settled on the stage, a deep scowl on his face. Not only did Xian refuse to l

"I really don't think you should take this issue any further over a stupid ring. It's not worth losing your spirit beast over. The little beast is your spirit summon, isn't he?" The old man asked and Lin Feng glanced back at him. "He is," he replied, curtly. "He doesn't stand a chance against that S-grade beast. I appreciate you coming to my rescue but I really don't think we should drag the issue any further." The old man's eyes were laced in worry. He couldn't help but think about a handful of things that could go wrong. The little lizard could die, knowing the amount of influence the purple heart amassed, the city guards would do little to nothing once they finally arrived. Letting the issue go felt like the best option to the Old man. Lin Feng smiled, touched. He couldn't help but wonder if the old man would react or treat him the same if he knew who he was. "It's okay old man, the little guy might look small and weak but he is stronger than you think." "Hell yeah, I am!"