Stepping into the palace was not personnel from the Beast Fighting Arena, but a lowly mixed-blood that he had disparaged.
The figure was frail, yet their eyes were as brilliant and profound as the starry sky.
At this moment, Ray Pier's heart surged with tumultuous waves of shock, not only because the people at the entrance stood there stunned, staring blankly, without any reaction.
It was also because he could not sense any Qi and Blood fluctuations from the figure before him.
Yet, this mixed-blood without any shred of power instilled a terrifying dread within him, making his eyelids twitch uncontrollably, an overwhelming fear blossoming in the depths of his mind, and then swiftly sweeping over his consciousness.
He felt an unprecedented oppression, a pressure even greater than that of the family's tributors back then.
"This, this is impossible!"
"The Ray Family is one of the Eight Great Royal Families..."
Even so...
