"Fine," Shen Yu said softly.
With those four quiet words, the tension in the pavilion snapped like a drawn bowstring.
Recognizing the silent command, the minor clan leaders and elites immediately scrambled backward, clearing the open center ground.
Servants moved with frantic efficiency, shifting the heavy blackwood tables to the periphery until a wide, circular ring was opened on the polished marble floor.
Junjie cracked his neck, his ash-blonde mane tossing as he strode into the ring.
A smirk of absolute certainty played on his rugged features. With a flash of light from his silver storage ring, a pair of heavy, spiked iron gauntlets materialized over his massive fists.
He slammed them together, a sharp, metallic clang echoing through the hall as a dense aura of golden Qi erupted around him, pulsing with the raw power of the 3rd-Stage Foundation Establishment realm.
