Argeon let out a sigh, "Now you've done it."

"Argeon you sneaky bastard! Where did you find this, this monster!" shouted Khafai as he held him by the collar.

Argeon furrowed his eyebrows before grabbing both of Khafai's wrist, "Get your hands, off me."

"Answer my questi-"

A popping sound was heard before Khafai's cry followed.

The other three principals were surprised and stood up with disbelief. They wanted to act but were confused as to help who. The wise men chose to watch rather than gambling it away.

Khafai's body was slumping down before his stomach felt a ruthless kick, propelling him to the group of principals.

"Y-you, you were hiding your strength all along?!" exclaimed Reyes.

"Hahaha, I was once a prince you know, I learn a trick or two from my older brother."

"Hmm, of course, I should have noticed it, there is no way you got an invitation if you were a nobody," muttered Yozec.

"By the way, that bald overseer is my best friend, so, yeah you know how it is hahaha!"

"You are overseer Van's best friend?!" exclaimed Beren.

"Oh, we are about, well, an equal strength I guess, hahaha!"

(Nobody asked that!) thought the three principals.

"But, with the things going on now, I don't think we need a third round," Argeon furrowed his eyebrows as he fixated his gaze toward his ace.

The last rubble that buried Van had been lifted off, but he was only greeted with something unbelievable the next. He saw an overseer level cultivator was dangling at the mercy of the younger generation. Half of his head was painted with blood, his nose was broken beyond recognition.

"What in the..."

Old Dan tried to loosen the young man's grip, but the force didn't even budge nor made a tiny motion as if he was held by the judgment from heaven.

"S-Stop this at once, re-release... me!"

Lyon's lips curved up as he answered, "Why don't you do it yourself? Aren't you the overseer?"

The insult was like rubbing salt to a wound. Yet, no matter how many times he tried, it won't budge.

"Hah, stop it, the more you move, the more you look like a fish out of water."

Old Dan suddenly smiled and laugh frantically to Lyon's surprise. However, his surprise didn't last long.

"Hooh, I see you already make up a plan,"

"Oh yes, I do, once I get out of here, I will hunt you down with all my resources, my clan, my followers, EVERYTHING! I will make sure to erase your very existence."

"Please, you make this too easy."

"Huh?"

Lyon casually stretches out his left hand and a red-blood sword instantly appeared in it. Under Old Dan's fearful eyes, the sword flashed before disappearing again.

"Well, now what?"

Albeit the confusion of his sentence, Old Dan's laughed, "Now? Now I will hunt you in your dreams, come here, Returning Jade Stone!"

"Hm?!" (That's impossible, my spatial ring should have responded, it should be wo-).

His eyes opened wide as he saw half a ring on his finger, dangling and hanging on. It was his spatial ring, the one that held the item to free him from this predicament. The safety measure that always saved his life was no more.

Only then did he realized what the red-blood sword did. It wasn't just a show-off. it was meant to cut his spatial ring. However, the cut was so clean, he didn't even feel anything.

Lyon suddenly let go of his grip and let him fall down on his knees.

Facing the dirt below, Old Dan then coughs some of his blood. Though he was in a humiliating position, his eyes were scanning the arena for an opportunity. (Hmm? Yes, yes that could work!).

With a sudden leap, he escaped the spot with a gust of wind toward the east.

(C'mon just a little more, just a little more!) "Fue open your eyes! Give me your Returning Jade Stone!"

His body suddenly slammed to the ground before he could reach his granddaughter. "Heavy.. so heavy!"

The pressure he felt on his entire body increased by many folds as he almost embedded with the ground.

A tapping sound was heard as Lyon walked toward his target. His hair fluttered as he furrowed his eyebrows, "How does it feel to be in my presence? How does it feel to be bullied?!"

With every step, his pressure increased and Old Dan started to bleed from his orifices.

Miss Sophia! Please help me!" with one last ounce of his strength, the old man shouted.

Lyon halted his steps before glancing at the woman he desperately called. Of all the cultivators present, he was confident that none of them would dare to interrupt him. The lady, however, was a different case.

She was the family member of the highly respected Treas. Their resources were said to have enough to bury a world. Her connections, her backings, was without a doubt terrifying. With a single command of her, she probably could change the entire fate.

(This is bad, I'm reaching my limit of this transformation).

"We-we have to kill this little monster, less he would do many harms to others. His potential is too great to be passed on as not a threat!"

Sophia leaped from her seats and landed right in front of Lyon. She put on a smile on her face despite the situations in the arena.

Old Dan was smiling from ear to ear while he tried to reach out to her granddaughter's spatial ring.

"What do you think of this, handsome thief? What should I do?"

(Oh no, I got no time left!)

Disregarding her question, Lyon immediately leaped toward the crawling Old Dan.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Lyon's jade aura suddenly vanished. His body immediately felt numb in midair. His eyes dimmed before his blood sprayed both the air and the ground. The price of such power had to be paid, dearly.