Ethan looked at the arena.
Four figures stood quietly upon it.
Each of them carried a terrifying aura, clearly distinct from ordinary cultivators. Even without releasing their full strength, the pressure they exuded alone was enough to make many spectators instinctively step back.
The realms of the four were vastly different.
One was at the peak of the Ninth Turn of Mahayana.
One stood at the peak stage of the Inferior Supreme.
One stood at the peak stage of the Intermediate Supreme.
And the last—silent, steady, and oppressive—was at the peak of the Upper Supreme.
They were the strongest existences within their respective realms.
Each of them was an elite among elites, carefully selected by the Sky family, their combat prowess tempered through countless battles. These were not flower-vase cultivators, but true killing blades.
"Brother, what are the rules for recruiting guest elders?"
Ethan turned his head slightly and asked the young man with cat ears standing beside him.
