Wu Jian and Huǒ Shuchang woke up bright and early and made their way to the Colosseum. There were already a lot of people by the time they arrived. Wu Jian glanced at a buff man with arms bigger than his head flexing for several people. Turning his head left, he spotted a young woman with scars running across her face and a pair of swords strapped across her back.
There are so many people…
“Everyone here is at the Asura Realm… except for you,” Huǒ Shuchang said. “Even the weakest person here is at the first subrealm of the Asura Realm.”