At this moment, everyone's gaze swiftly shifted to the arena.
The cultivator who declared himself as Peng Youwei wielded a magical long whip, looking down at Shen Ling with disdain in his eyes, seemingly filled with absolute confidence in dealing with this creature.
The grand formation at the center of the Colosseum slowly closed up, enveloping the two of them within.
With a howl, Shen Ling approached Peng Youwei without any fear, and coldly said, "Brat, by what right do you aim to snatch my Beast Core? Hmph, prepare to die!"
Peng Youwei sneered, "Now that you're trapped in this cage, you're in no position to shout at me. The one who's seeking death is you." After saying that, Peng Youwei's whip thrashed out, with whip shadows instantly surging towards Shen Ling.
The battle had already begun. Peng Youwei's attacks were especially fierce, but Shen Ling's momentum was imposing, and with the strength of the Near-Saint Realm, defeating it was no easy task.
