Chapter 22: Siege

These two exchanged words, ostensibly reminding Magar, but in reality, there was a lot of mockery mixed in. It seemed that if Magar continued to support Iwao, it would damage Fiery Fire Sect's reputation. However, Magar, upon hearing their words, merely smiled faintly. "I have no choice. He has already killed two people. I have to bring back a genius to justify myself. Otherwise, the sect will think I'm not doing my job well!" He didn't care about their remarks. Since when could a mere eunuch and a city lord from the Great Cyan Empire threaten the Fiery Fire Sect? Even their monarch wouldn't dare to make threats in front of Fiery Fire Sect! As the strongest sect in the Land of the Five Kingdoms, the Fiery Fire Sect had the confidence to say so. The two of them changed their expressions. Did this mean they wouldn't back down no matter what? "Elder Sexton, don't worry. The Great Cyan Empire has many young geniuses. If you hand over Iwao, we'll find another genius for you. You can take him back to the sect. Please consider it!" The old eunuch grinned and took out a bag of Spirit Jade, intending to hand it to Magar. Magar accepted the Spirit Jade, weighing it in his hand, his eyes brightening. "You're quite generous!" "Naturally, that's how we do things." The old eunuch winked. Magar put away the Spirit Jade, adopting a businesslike demeanor. "Since you put it that way, fine. You go find another genius. If he can defeat Iwao, I won't say anything. I'll hand Iwao over to you for disposal!" At these words, the old eunuch's face turned green. He struggled for a while before he finally said, "Elder Sexton, are you kidding us?" Find another genius to defeat Iwao? Ridiculous... Arata and Raman were already formidable geniuses. Of course, there were stronger geniuses out there, but they had long been taken in as Inner Sect Disciples by other sects. Who would fight for the position of an Outer Sect Disciple? "That won't do. After all, I am from Fiery Fire Sect. I can't just bring back any trash. Otherwise, the sect won't accept it." Magar spoke seriously, his soft voice almost making the old eunuch cough up blood. Take the money and not do the job? Iwao bowed and said, "Thank you for speaking up!" His purpose in coming here was to show his talent, seek revenge, and also to get Fiery Fire Sect to accept him. Fiery Fire Sect wouldn't pass up on a talent for no reason! Moreover, he was just an Outer Sect Disciple. The sect didn't need to pay much of a price to take in a genius. Why wouldn't they do it? "Why waste time with him? He killed my son. There's no way I'll let him leave here alive today!" Elian's pupils were tinged with crimson, and he was beginning to lose his rationality. His anger was rising inch by inch, like a volcano about to erupt! With a roar, Elian's Illusionary Beast appeared in the world. It was a Turtle-Backed Giant Crocodile, at the Sixth Rank level. The Turtle-Backed Giant Crocodile roared, shaking the heavens and the earth. With a crack, the Turtle-Backed Giant Crocodile spread its four legs, causing the arena to collapse. "Oh, ho, always carrying a turtle shell around, are you that afraid of dying? Do you shrink into it whenever you can't win, just like a turtle retracting its head?" Swallow, seeing this, burst into loud laughter. It seemed like he also knew that Magar would protect Iwao. So, he was utterly unrestrained. "Roar!" The Turtle-Backed Giant Crocodile understood Swallow's words, trembling with anger. With a roar, thick Spiritual Energy soared into the sky, tearing the void apart! The pungent smell of blood filled the air. "Mr. Chandler, I'm sorry for your loss, but this is the way of the life-and-death platform... Besides, the rules were set by you. If it weren't for your instigation, your son wouldn't have died so early." Iwao remained composed, speaking each word deliberately. "Ah, you little brat, I'll slaughter you!" Elian was almost losing his composure at these words. "Enough." Magar's voice thundered, shaking the entire arena. For a moment, all the aura emitted by Elian was suppressed by Magar. His pupils contracted sharply, caught in a dilemma. If he attacked, he knew he wouldn't be a match for Magar. But if he didn't, with so many people watching, it would be embarrassing if word got out. "Iwao, on behalf of Fiery Fire Sect, I welcome you to join!" Magar directly ignored the two of them, walking up to Iwao and saying calmly, "As the first-place winner of the Great Cyan Empire's arena battle, you will join Fiery Fire Sect as an Outer Sect Disciple. If you're willing, accept this seal!" He held a Flame Seal in his hand. A surge of excitement flashed in Iwao's eyes. This was exactly what he wanted! "I'm willing!" Iwao reached out and grasped the Flame Seal. In the next moment, a wave of heat flowed through him, moisturizing his entire body. This Flame Seal was painstakingly crafted by a Spirit Mark Master, symbolizing the mark of a Fiery Fire Sect disciple. After accepting the Flame Seal, a faint flame pattern would appear on the forehead of every Fiery Fire Sect disciple. It was used to distinguish their identities! Simply by this seal, in the entire Land of the Five Kingdoms, as long as you didn't act too arrogantly, hardly anyone would dare to provoke you! After all, the Fiery Fire Sect was too strong, and their status was unquestionable. The old eunuch's gaze swept over the depths of Imperial City, a hint of impatience in his eyes. 'Why isn't he coming yet?' "Buzz!" Soon, Iwao felt the Flame Seal merging into his body. Then, his forehead began to itch. A faint flame pattern had formed. At this moment, it was clear that Iwao had joined Fiery Fire Sect and become an Outer Sect Disciple. "Let's go, I'll take you back to the sect." Magar glanced at Swallow on Iwao's shoulder. "Your Illusionary Beast... is quite special." "Tsk, you have some taste after all!" Swallow squinted, his smile radiant. Regardless of whether the other party's words were praise or not, he took it as such. "You killed our prince and still think you can leave?" Just then, a booming voice echoed from the depths of Imperial City. Following that, several figures flashed like lightning, hovering in the air. The leader, clad in golden armor and wielding a war blade, rode atop a giant eagle, his gaze sharp. "Hevel?" Iwao frowned, recognizing the figure. Hevel, the Chief of the Guard of the Imperial Palace! He possessed the strength of the Ninth Level of Earth Spirit Realm, one level higher than Magar. He represented the absolute power of the royal family on the surface! Behind Hevel were two vice commanders, both of whom were at the Eighth Level of Earth Spirit Realm. With the old eunuch and Elian, there were a total of four Eighth Levels of the Earth Spirit Realm and one Ninth Level of the Earth Spirit Realm! The five of them formed a siege, trapping Iwao and Magar in the middle.