Stone Sentinels

In the luxurious room overlooking the arena, Naelia blanched at what she saw, clearly not having much experience with such brutality. Zuri rested a comforting hand on her back, while the Prime Shadow's hearty laughter drifted throughout the room.

"Your disciple is quite…heavy handed in his actions," the Yang-Sovereign said, a slight frown on his face. The youths being brutalized were from a Tier Two subsect of his, the Flaming Fist Sect. Them being brutalized in such a fashion was not a great look for the Yang-Dao hierarchy, especially not with tens of millions watching it happen live.

"Hehehe, even I didn't know that John had such a barbaric side to him," the Prime Shadow laughed, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. A soft-hearted cultivator would never go far in the cultivation world, and this display was another reassurance for the Prime Shadow that he had picked the correct successor.