Ming Zhitian did not dwell on it, and only asked one of them, "Who is the highest manager of this demon spirit city? Where is he?"
He was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know, I've never left the countryside."
Ming Zhitian smiled indulgently, "It's okay, go, don't let your parents worry."
This place was larger than imagined. To avoid attracting attention, which could cause panic and unnecessary trouble, Ming Zhitian pressed on.
The best place to gather information was the most well-informed place, which was a bar.
Ming Zhitian entered a peculiar bar that opened at noon. Strangely, inside and outside were reversed. Outside, the sun blazed, while inside, it was a cool night. Unwary visitors would genuinely mistake it for nighttime.
The bar was sparsely populated. Had he come at the wrong time?
But this suited Ming Zhitian perfectly. The fewer people, the more efficient he could be. Too many people could easily lead to misunderstandings. He had learned this lesson in the Immortal City, where he had been attacked with heavy armor and weapons. If he hadn't possessed some skill, he would have long since met the King of Hell.
Using his divine sense, he discovered a hidden world behind the bar. It turned out that almost everyone was watching in this prisoner's arena. Ming Zhitian paid the admission fee and joined them.
In the vast cage arena, insiders called it the "Pauper's Arena." A large cage held one person, who then faced twenty ferocious beasts.
Either the twenty beasts would tear the person to shreds, or the person would defeat the twenty ravenous beasts. Those who entered faced near-certain death, all for the hollow entertainment of the audience.
"Ching ching," the bell rang. Clearly, the pauper had been torn into pieces, dismembered, and the scene was bloody.
The odds for the pauper were a hundred to one, while for the beasts, it was one to one. Clearly, many young masters who sought to gamble on risk had lost.
"Damn it! Are you kidding me? He couldn't even last one round."
"I seriously suspect you hired some paid commenters, they're so useless."
This immediately drew the audience's displeasure. The manager came out to quell the unrest, "Please, everyone, remain calm. The person just now was a Martial Immortal of the Ascending Dragon Realm, second level. The reason he couldn't last was because the beasts were strengthened. Now, this arena is recruiting paupers on-site – bodyguards, thugs, any profession, dead or alive, five million per match. Those interested, come and register with me. Thank you all for your patronage, thank you!"
Suddenly, a young master pushed his bodyguard forward, "You, go in and beat them. If you win, that five million is yours."
The bodyguard broke out in a sweat, "Young Master Yan... people will die. Moreover, my duty is only to protect you, and nothing more..."
Young Master Yan became enraged, "What's with all the nonsense? Your life belongs to the Yan family. I'll make you do whatever I want. Didn't you hear what he said just now? That weakling was only at the second level of the Ascending Dragon Realm. Are you afraid of a ninth-level Ascending Dragon Realm cultivator? Do you believe me if I say I can get you completely blacklisted in the security industry with just one phone call?"
The bodyguard had no choice but to comply and went to register. Soon, he was sent into the cage to face twenty ferocious beasts alone!
He stomped on the floor, leaped lightly, and threw a punch!
But in the next second, the twenty beasts lunged and instantly tore him to pieces!
Young Master Yan yelled, "Useless!"
"Damn it, we lost again!"
Next, a cultivator of the Alchemy Refining Realm entered. After just a few moves, he managed to scratch the eye of one of the beasts before being torn to pieces. They weren't even enough to fill its teeth.