Chapter 1157 - Bamboo Mountain Beast
Liu Wuxie's gaze fixed on the massive stone door, his brows knitting together. From behind it, a fierce, overwhelming aura surged outward, sweeping across the arena and pressing down until even the slaves in the stands struggled to breathe.
"It's the Bamboo Mountain Beast!" cries erupted from the crowd.
Liu Wuxie had never heard of this creature, but the slaves knew it well. They called it the God of the Arena, a beast with a record of hundreds of battles and not a single defeat. Each of those battles had ended with another corpse at its feet, proof of its unmatched combat power. Compared to this monster, the Silverthunder Ant Beast Liu Wuxie had just slain was nothing more than an appetizer.
The Heavenly Dao Book pulsed in warning, confirming the immense pressure closing in. At the exact moment, the Ancestral Tree stirred within him, and golden light flashed in his eyes.
"A divinekin!" he murmured.
The Ancestral Tree reacted only in the presence of a divinekin.
"Could there truly be a divinekin dwelling in the astral domain?" he wondered.
In the True Martial Continent, the divine race had all but vanished after his return from the Sacred Ground. Since he had slain the twelve fiends, they had learned he was too dangerous to target. The divine race, older even than the Witcher Clan, shrouded in secrecy, had no business appearing on barren Anlu Star. Yet one stood before him.
His surprise lay not in the Bamboo Mountain Beast itself, but in its true identity as a divinekin.
Before he could think further, another wave of boundless aura burst from behind the door. The divine race was renowned for their formidable physiques; in equal conditions, no human could match them. Worse still, human true essence was useless against them; their divine energy nullified it completely. Now Liu Wuxie understood why the Bamboo Mountain Beast had never lost.
He quickly masked his expression, hiding any hint that he knew their secrets. From Yu Wentai's expression, it was clear he was unaware of what the beast truly was, and that wasn't surprising. Even in the True Martial Continent, few in the Heaven Profound Realm had ever heard of the divine race. Back then, only Liu Wuxie and Han Feizi, heir to the Han Clan and keeper of ancient astral domain lore, had known.
The ground trembled as a towering figure stepped through the doorway, sunlight stretching its shadow across the arena.