Celestial Bloodline

Among the numerous dark beings floating in the sky, a handsome young man dressed in a golden garment adorned with silver designs stepped out from the crack.

He appeared incongruous amidst the darkness, radiating brightness. With golden eyes and long peach-colored hair pulled back into a high ponytail, flowing down his back, he peered down at the Arena below, enclosed by towering walls.

As his golden eyes landed on Old Hal, the old man's expression grew grim. He got up from his seat and started floating in the air to make sure the second shadow general wouldn't try anything while he was around.

However, the young man with golden eyes before him, surrounded by numerous dark figures, looked away with a disinterested expression, as if he had already assessed what the old man could achieve and what he couldn't with his gaze alone.

Ceano, the second shadow general, shifted his gaze back to the crack pulsating with dark energy behind him, and another figure emerged from it. It was a handsome youth who appeared slightly older than Ceano but no more than twenty years old, dressed in a blue shirt and dark pants, with short grey hair and light ivory-colored pupils.

Different from Ceano, who could easily be mistaken for an ordinary young man due to his pristine appearance and the noticeable absence of the dark five-petal flower, the youth with ivory eyes had a dark five-petal flower etched beneath his chin in the middle of his neck, standing out distinctly.

The youth with ivory eyes yawned wearily, as if he had been toiling ceaselessly, but Ceano remained impassive when he observed his rank.

"Third, why haven't you progressed in rank yet? I saw you last time, and you are still at the same rank. Why is it that you haven't advanced, despite doing as you please and not even participating in the war?"

The third shadow general, named Will, blinked and looked at the familiar face before him with narrowed eyes. It took him a few moments to remember which number shadow general was floating in front of him. If not for the golden eyes, he might not have remembered at all.

"Oh... I'm third. I almost forgot. Haha, well, it's been a while, enchanted beauty. How have you been!"

He opened his arms with a smile for a brotherly hug but tsked when the person before him recoiled back with disgust.

Ceano raised his hand to smack him, thinking what the heck he had been doing all this time since he hadn't advanced in rank at all. However, his hand paused in mid-air when Will's eyes turned icy, and a menacing expression crossed the man's face, indicating that if he dared to touch him, the latter would tear him apart.

It was a stark contrast to the lazy demeanor the man displayed when he emerged from the crevice. Ceano's lips curved into a smirk... even though the third shadow general was the laziest and most useless among them all, the malevolence within the man was unfathomable. After all, unlike him, who solely pursued strength, Will harbored a pure desire to reign over nothing but the darkness. That's why, despite lazing around on Planet Azure for so many years, he still held the title of the third shadow general.

"I'm certain that in the entire universe, you're the only one weaker than me yet still have the audacity to gaze at me with such an expression, all due to the dark energy that constantly there to help you, huh?"

Will's expression shifted in an instant, and he blinked with a bewildered expression.

"What are you on about? I would never even in my wildest dreams consider threatening someone stronger than me!"

He casually waved his hand, yet the dark energy in the air coiled around his wrist in a sinister fashion, almost as if it relished his entire presence. Ceano shook his head and looked down at the Arena.

"It's just like I remember... nothing's changed. These people are gearing up to fight each other like crazy and shed blood. Tsk, what's the real difference between them and us when all we want is what we desire at any cost?"

The atmosphere within the towering walls buzzed with countless murmurs, some anxious, some solemn, some furious, all aimed at the numerous dark beings hovering in the sky.

The demon race, dark race, nighkin race individuals floating behind the two shadow generals sneered at the people below, eager to bathe in their blood.

Old Hal spoke up upon noticing a smile at the corner of Will's lips as the man tried to discreetly slip away from the sky, but his bright attire gave him away instantly.

"Don't do anything you might regret."

"You all are here to take part in the Gladiator Arena, right? According to our agreement, all the people you brought can join in, but if they dare to break the rules, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Will tilted his head as he glanced at the old man before him in a cream-colored robe.

"Hey, oldie, do you really think we're afraid of you? You alone can't take us down..."

He wanted to say more, but Ceano shook his head at him, hoping the grey-haired man would remember that they were here for a purpose, and to achieve it, they couldn't halt the Gladiator Arena from progressing. Will shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the people floating behind him.

"Alright, all of you head down and grab some nameplates for yourselves to join the battles. Then settle into the chairs. Don't make too much mess... you know, the old man can be ruthless, puhahaha."

He laughed at his own words, and Old Hal's expression darkened as he vanished from his spot. However, before the old man could disappear behind him, Will's fading figure paused in front of the massive demon statue lounging against the towering wall with a wicked grin.

The third shadow general admired the demon statue, and a chair appeared before him. He took a seat in front of the statue with a proud look as he looked at the numerous individuals in cream-colored robes seated in the distance opposite him. He winked at them with a playful expression, and they all scowled in disgust before gesturing for Ceano to join him.