"Finally I'm here, after years of horrific torture… no decades of horrific torture, I'm finally here." Bai Yi said depressingly. 'Sigh, whatever I just need to finish this quickly, then I can go home.'
The Bai clans spent large amounts of gold to host this gathering, it was located in Redsteel city. This was one of the only cities the Bai clan fully owned.
The gathering was held in a massive coliseum, even as a cultivation genius with amazing eyesight lord Yi couldn't see how high the coliseum reached. Looking at how the coliseum surpassed the clouds, hell it even managed to reach the stars! Bai Yi couldn't help but think 'why build such a massive colostrum, even if everyone on the planet arrived here they probably wouldn't even fill up the first row.'
Looking at the ridiculous coliseum handsome Yi concluded whoever designed this "coliseum", either had mental problems or was smoking some top quality sh*t.
Thinking about it the Bai clan had a right to be proud after all Redsteel city was the largest city in the world. Even if the residential area was a measly 0.0001% of the city, the rest belonging to the humble coliseum.
Bai Yi quickly realized he couldn't see another living soul, sighing helplessly he started making his way to the centre of the arena.
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In a desolate wasteland, a handsome youth could be found endlessly cursing, "Damn all eighteen generations of your ancestor, may they all suffer untold horrors, may they all eat dog sh*t forced to praise it endlessly."
Such, interesting curses filled the desolate arena. If someone was here to witness this scene they would surely feel endless sorrow for such a youth, he was centrally no smooth talker.
Far in the distance from this deranged youth, stood a mighty peacock radiating in all its glory. It's height reached the heavens, it's rainbow-like feathers would awe any lucky enough to witness its splendour, well at least until they realized it was a building.
This was the arena created by the bai clan. Certainly, no one between heaven and earth could deny the bai clan was eccentric.
Standing on top of this peacock was a young man radiating an aura of supremacy, he had rough features along with a shallow scar across his eye. He gave anyone who laid eyes on him the impression of a supreme general who had seen a thing or two.
In reality, he was a just youth with a grudge. His name was Bai Dong'er, a supreme talent of the Bai clan, one seen once in a thousand years. Well, at least that would be the case if it wasn't for an evil nutjob, who gave him his scar.
Behind this young man stood an elderly fellow with hair so white it made one wonder why it hasn't fallen out yet. This was the personal butler of Lord Dong'er, named simply Bai Butler. One has to truly wonder how ones own parents could have such low expectations of their child to name them Butler.
Looking at his young master he couldn't help but worry after all his adversary was a real crazy nutjob. He quickly hid the worried look on his face and spoke in a voice full of confidence, any who heard would be shocked by this old fellows confidence.
"Young master Dong'er,, no need to worry yourself that 'kid' won't be your match this time. You've worked day and night getting reading for this rematch" such confidence was being spewed from this man's mouth that even he was shocked at himself,
It seemed years of this act had truly made him a master. A small tear formed thinking of his dream to be an actor, but sadly no one would hire a man named after another profession.
Young master Dong'er, didn't reply he knew what he was up against, not only was it the vilest of evils, it was also a crazy cultivating addict who had to be forced out of his room of cultivation.
Even he the supreme genius of the bai clan wasn't his match, but he wouldn't give up, deep down he had belief in himself born from years of hard work and praise for his talent.
Suddenly shivers went down the long spine of supreme master Dong'er,, almost out reflex he touched the shallow scar across his eye. His eyes unwavering looking into the distance, finally he spoke. "He's coming"