The whole arena had their eyes focused on the man who was casually moving through the numerous obstacles in his path.
If it was a beast of flames, he would destroy it, if it was a pillar of fire, he would go through it, and if it was a mountain he would obliterate it. All while simply muttering words to his puppets, never having used his own power or actively moved by himself.
He just sat there, like a sovereign, ordering his underlings to do what he desires and expecting nothing but perfection.
A display of cold aloof and absolute boredom on his face meant that everything that was happening, was happening because he expected the outcome.
Unlike the many other cultivators who were dirtied and sweating profusely due to the immense heat, this man was still calmly sitting inside his large spatial hall within the hovering ship. Not caring one bit about what was going on.
