At the highest point of the Glory Colosseum, on the circular high platform made of Pure White Jade that floated above the clouds like a Divine Hall, this earth-shattering spear thrust also stirred up ripples of its own.
This was the exclusive viewing gallery for the mentors of Canaan Star Martial Arts University.
Dozens of powerful beings, their auras as deep as the sea and their gazes as sharp as fire, were seated calmly.
Any one of them, if placed in the outside world, would be an expert capable of guarding an entire Star Realm.
But at this moment, they were just like the most ordinary spectators, sipping rare and fragrant teas from all corners of the Cosmos and watching with great interest the fierce battles unfolding on the tens of thousands of arenas below.
To them, these battles between Level 4 Martial Artists were like watching a group of toddlers who had just learned to walk, shoving each other around—immature, yet full of vitality.
