Alaric Ye's lips twitched at the words, but his expression remained mostly unchanged. He slightly cupped his hands towards the eunuch in the python robe, "Alright, please lead the way, and we'll head to the arena."

Having just arrived in the capital of the Ten Thousand Dragons, Alaric Ye not only failed to meet the Princess Feiyan he longed for, but he also hadn't even caught a glimpse of the Ten Thousand Dragons Emperor before being sent off to the grand arena by a eunuch. Moreover, he was to face the challenges of the nation's strongest alone, which was certainly not giving him any face.

Under normal circumstances, Alaric Ye would have been somewhat displeased. After all, he was no longer an unknown nobody but the rightful Marshal of the human race. Yet, at this moment, Alaric Ye felt no dissatisfaction, only a sense of puzzlement.

Because if the Ten Thousand Dragons Emperor intended to make things difficult for Alaric Ye, the difficulty of this arena battle seemed too simple. With Alaric Ye's current strength, apart from the avatars of those at the Great Ascension stage, how many in the fifth heaven could actually compete with him in the arena?