Toying with Women!

The silence after Li Bo's defeat was so deep, one could hear the faint whistle of the wind sweeping through the arena stands.

Li Bo's body lay groaning in a crater twenty feet deep, his bronze aura sputtering like a broken lantern.

And in the center, Kent stood in his usual posture—hands behind his back, a faint smirk playing on his lips, as if he were on a stroll in a morning market rather than inside the most intense challenge ring in the Immortal World.

Across from him, four disciples circled like wolves.

Yi Zhao, his fire spear now coated in a red-gold aura.

Mu Yang, her expression grim, fan trembling with wind talismans.

Wu Shen, covered in a granite-like skin, veins glowing with mountain qi.

Zi Han, blades whistling at her side, twin swords blazing with sun-reflected fury.