After entering the city, Xian Ni brought Su Yang and the others to this enormous and ancient-looking coliseum that was filled with loud noises and shouting.
"Hey, where do I register my friend here to the tournament?" Xian Ni approached one of the workers there.
"Huh?" The young man turned to look at Xian Ni's unique appearance with raised eyebrows, and then he sneered coldly, "I don't know who you are, old man, but the registration date for the tournament expired last week! We're no longer accepting any more participants no matter who you are or where you're from!"
"Hoh? Is that so?" Xian Ni remained calm despite the young man's lack of respect.
A moment later, he retrieved the Immortal Medallion and slammed it on the desk, nearly breaking it half.
"Are you sure you're not accepting any more participants? Why don't you double-check with your seniors, little boy?" Xian Ni said to the shocked young man who was shaking like he was experiencing an earthquake right beneath his feet.
