The deacon disciple overseeing the Jiazi Arena stood atop the specially designed observation platform at the arena's edge, his gaze like lightning swiftly scanning Zhang Wenxuan and Zhao Yan.

After confirming that neither of them showed any abnormalities, he pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly tapped the center of the arena.

A pure stream of spiritual power shot from his fingertips, merging into a rune on the arena floor.

In an instant, the barrier around the arena shimmered and reactivated.