Published: February 25, 2025
Listening to the deafening roars of the demon beasts, the outer sect, inner sect, and immortal sect disciples turned pale, their bodies trembling involuntarily!
Even the disciples of the Holy Gate and the core disciples looked alarmed, their breathing becoming uneven!
They were all too aware of the danger that lurked ahead. The Coliseum of Combat was not a place for the faint-hearted.
As the demon beasts roared, the atmosphere grew tense, filled with a palpable sense of dread. Each roar seemed to shake the very foundation of their courage, leaving them feeling exposed and vulnerable.
The scene was chaotic, with disciples exchanging nervous glances, their minds racing with thoughts of survival.
In this perilous arena, only the strongest would emerge unscathed. The weight of their spiritual power hung heavy in the air, and they knew they had to prepare for the trials that awaited them.
Determination flickered in the eyes of some, while others succumbed to fear, contemplating their fate in the face of such overwhelming odds.
The Coliseum of Combat beckoned, and they had no choice but to step forward, driven by the instinct to survive and prove their worth.
With each passing moment, the tension escalated, and the disciples braced themselves for the inevitable clash with the demon beasts.
They knew that this would be a test of both strength and will, and only those who could overcome their fears would have a chance to stand victorious.
Weak ones fear the strong; this is the iron law of the survival of the fittest, whether the strong are human or beast, it is the same.
Tan Yun's hair flew wildly as he released his spiritual sense to cover the Coliseum of Combat, discovering that the towering circular walls surrounding the arena, which reached a height of a thousand zhang, were carved with countless dark, gigantic caves!
The deep, dark entrances to these caves were cloaked in a layer of purple prohibitory light barrier, preventing the demon beasts from rushing out.
The endless roars echoed from tens of thousands of dark caves!
"Young Sovereign, if you are ready, I can put you into the Coliseum of Combat right now," Si Tu Wu Hen said, a glint of coldness flashing in his murky eyes.
"No rush, let me change my clothes first," Tan Yun coldly replied.
He then turned to the over seven million people aboard the Spirit Vessel and asked, "Who has a robe that is a Spirit Artifact or above?"
"It doesn't need to be high grade, as long as it can accommodate size changes."
Upon hearing this, everyone naturally thought back to nine years ago during the core disciples' competition of the Holy Gate's ten veins when Tan Yun had grown to a size of ten zhang.
They immediately understood that Tan Yun was worried that while battling the demon beasts, he might transform into a ten-zhang giant and tear his clothes, leading to an embarrassing situation.
"Younger Sovereign, I have one here!"
"Younger Sovereign, I also have a robe, though it's only a low-grade Spirit Artifact..."
"Younger Sovereign, mine is a supreme treasure artifact..."
Suddenly, hundreds of voices from the disciples on the Spirit Vessels rose up.
"Younger Sovereign, I have a robe!" At this moment, the second elder of law enforcement, Guan Xuankong, with a flash of the Qiankun Ring in his hand, produced a robe embroidered with the words "Law Enforcement."
"Wait!" The great ancestral patriarch of the artifact lineage, Zhongli Bo, said without a doubt, "Guan Xuankong, your robe is a Supreme Respect Grade Artifact; even a fifth-level tribulation stage demon beast cannot leave a scratch on it, so you cannot give it to the Younger Sovereign!"
"If you are to give one, it should at most be a supreme treasure artifact robe. This way, a fifth-level initial stage demon beast could easily tear it, making it fair!"
Just as Guan Xuankong was about to retort, Tan Yun spoke, "Elder Guan, just do as he says."
Suddenly, a melodious voice reached Tan Yun's ears, "Younger Sovereign, I happen to have a robe, the one I wore when I disguised myself as a man."