As the voice faded from his ears, Xiao Lin felt the world before him suddenly blur. When he focused his gaze again, he found himself standing on a floating martial arts arena.

The material of this arena was unknown, roughly the size of two basketball courts, suspended in the air. Beyond the arena was an endless mist, enveloping the entire space.

Speaking of which, Old Face didn't come to find me yesterday... I was planning to ask if he knew anything about this title...

His mind was still occupied with thoughts about True Lord Lei Xiao Xian Sheng, and Xiao Lin had already taken Liuhan in his hand, looking across at his opponent.