The mood at the Heavenly Dao Arena was completely murderous. The five million members of the Three Great Cults had just watched their top hundred most talented geniuses die at the hands of Tianming and Qingyu. And all the fights were almost instant. It was the most humiliating of deaths! They would never have expected that their sub-thousand-year-old talents would all end up dead at the hands of insects.0

"It's always been us who beat down the slaves! Not the other way around!" Their losses were so bad that everyone merely watched, not daring to sneeze, or even fart. 0

Soon, the spectator area erupted into quite a riot. One after another, they rose up with fire...0