บท 1225: The Battle Colosseum

"So, that's why their auras are so weird," Wang Wei commented, finally figuring out the puzzle. "So many talented individuals: it seems I made the correct decision to come here." He glanced at his new subordinates and started beating them up. He then handed a talisman with access to his strength to the petite woman before disappearing.

The petite woman then secretly led the group back to the pavilion; they immediately entered a secret room to activate a formation. "Pavilion Master," they all saluted as they knelt on one knee.

"Things didn't go well?" asked a hoarse voice hidden by a black mist.

"We have failed you."

"How strong is he? Do you have a reference?" The Dark Cloud Pavilion Master asked.

"He defeated us with such ease, I'm guessing a minimum of 80%."

"Guess?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but it was truly an overwhelming defeat."

"Is that so?" the shadowy figure muttered. "One last question: why are you still alive?"