The Grand Martial Arena,
Where villains rise & dogs fall...
Today, the Xiantian Sect had outdone itself.
The martial arena had been decorated so extravagantly, even the Sect's Annual Competition looked like a farmer's cockfight in comparison.
The colossal white jade battle platform stretched across the heart of the sect, so polished and smooth, it could probably reflect a woman's insecurities.
The engravings along its edges weren't just decorations—they were golden dragon motifs infused with sealing formations, ensuring no one accidentally blew up half the sect.
The sun burned brightly above, its golden rays bathing the entire coliseum, making the air sizzle with heat.
But nobody cared.
Because today?
It wasn't about comfort.
It was about violence.
It was about watching some dumb bastard's ambitions get shattered.
It was about seeing who would rise to power and who would leave in a body bag.
