The Legendary Man

The cultivators from the outside world were heading toward Ascension Peak to seek a chance to survive, while the cultivators from the smaller world were hoping to become Yannopolis’ envoys, and only eight people would reach their final goal.

Every single soul in the arena was fighting for their desires.

There was no room for negotiation in this battle.

“These three are a little too skilled, aren’t they?” said a disheveled man in a robe on the observation deck above as he stood on a complex array. “Your Majesty, these outsiders don’t seem like ordinary people.”

The man’s smile widened as he directed his gaze toward the air. Above the arena, eight translucent screens displayed the battle scenes of Jonathan and the eight cultivators from the outside world.

In fact, Jonathan and his group’s battle scene was prominently displayed on a larger screen, making it apparent that they were receiving more attention than the other participants.

Despite the grandeur of the arena, it was merely a complex and immense formation. The disheveled man stood prominently on the control section of the formation, clearly in command of the proceedings.

On the upper platform, positioned behind the man, rested a colossal three-headed lion, measuring approximately twenty to thirty meters in length.

There was also a towering fat man right beside the lion.

As the man reclined on the three-headed lion, his attention remained fixed on the screens. Two seductive women beside him sensually moved their bodies, providing massages and catering to his every need.

The man indulged in a fruit of unknown origin before groping one of the women, eliciting a twisted response from her.

Then, the man chuckled and clapped his hands in satisfaction.

“Neil, mark their locations and issue the order. Each of their heads can be exchanged for three envoy positions in Yannopolis.”

Neil slowly turned around to query, “Three? Your Majesty, if we do this, I’m afraid these peasants will form teams to go after those three. In that case, odds-wise…”

Before Neil could finish his sentence, the smile on the fat man’s face dissipated.

“Neil, are you questioning me?” the fat man asked in a calm voice.

his left

wouldn’t dare.

speaking, a foot knocked him off balance and sent him

Neil dared not utter a word in

wriggling his foot on the

what about you? You’re a peasant too. If I didn’t bring you away from that pile of dead men back then and raise you, you would’ve been eaten alive by the green wolf. You’re but a

several hundred pounds, possessed enough weight to render an ordinary person

restraint as he mercilessly stomped on Neil, causing the ground

too fearful to

Majesty. Please bestow upon me the appropriate punishment,” Neil loudly replied

fat man froze.

sit up. Sit like

feet and assumed a crouched position on the ground, his head lowered in a submissive gesture akin to that of a

it was not his first

man started

cheek and sent

Neil scrambled up and quickly sat down on the ground

the appropriate punishment,”

to say something about Neil’s submissive behavior, but in the end, he

before moving to sit on the three-headed

“Your Majesty…”

about to continue their flattering remarks. However, to their horror, two heads of the

screams of agony abruptly

trickled from the lion’s mouths, yet the

you. Feel free to pick anyone to be your meal in Outer City. These peasants are only

down, covering a distance of over a hundred meters in a

only slowly raised his head