Chapter 550: Brother?

Lyon's glare made the host's incredible cultivation to naught. The latter's knees turned weak as the intense aura enveloped his figure. As if he was looking at an emperor sitting on the highest throne about to pass judgment on his sin.

"Big br—"

Porealus and Verdu immediately stopped Zet from interfering.

"This is not the time, Zet," said Verdu. "You can praise him later, but now, that young man is pissed off."

Porealus let out a sigh, "Master Verdu, can you feel the incoming trouble?"

"Miles away," answered Verdu.

"But it's funny," Porealus snorted with a smile. "They gave us the most minimalistic effort for this preliminary, cutting off our original ten spots to half and then not even a proper judge. Now, someone from our Mortal World destroyed the colosseum even the forest on the hill behind it. They finally kicked off an iron plate this time."