Liu Wuxie's gaze fixed on the massive stone door, his brows knitting together. From behind it, a fierce, overwhelming aura surged outward, sweeping across the arena and pressing down until even the slaves in the stands struggled to breathe.0

"It's the Bamboo Mountain Beast!" cries erupted from the crowd.0

Liu Wuxie had never heard of this creature, but the slaves knew it well. They called it the God of the Arena, a beast with a record of hundreds of battles and not a single defeat. Each of those battles had ended with another corpse at its feet, proof of its unmatched combat power. Compared to this monster, the Silverthunder Ant Beast Liu Wuxie had just slain was nothing more than an appetizer.0

The Heavenly Dao Book pulsed in warning, confirming the immense pressure closing in. At the exact moment, the Ancestral...0