Celestial Bloodline

Chapter 578  I guess it's time to work

Xavier let out a wistful smile.

"It wasn't me who took care of her. She's the one who led an army of monsters and vanquished numerous foes threatening my planet. She was the greatest help my people could have hoped for."

Their conversation was quite ordinary as Xavier moved to the chair next to him and started talking enthusiastically about how Bia controlled a multitude of monsters and defeated their enemies. But Kyle sensed more than just admiration in the human's eyes beside him. A sudden realization flickered in his eyes, and Xavier flinched when he probed his suspicions.

"You saw her human form?"

Kyle was taken aback by Xavier's reaction. No way, he was spot on. Bia had told him about her ability to transform into a human, but the phoenix said she didn't like the human form because the body structure of a human was too different from her usual form. But now, finding Xavier's pining for his bonded beast, he couldn't help but feel like a protective parent who had caught his daughter's first suitor. Therefore, even though he didn't intend to, his voice unintentionally sounded stern.

"You are too old for her, and even if I overlook your age, you are too weak. So, don't even think about it."

Xavier's eyes widened. He wasn't that old, alright! He was the youngest transcendent rank on his planet!

He wanted to speak up for himself but quickly shifted to a distant chair when Kyle gazed at him with a look that said if he spoke even a single more word, his life might be shortened by a few years.

Kyle rubbed his forehead and stood up. He really shouldn't allow Bia to come anywhere near the grey-haired man. It posed a risk to his innocent little crimson bird. With a sigh, he left the area and started maneuvering through the audience seats. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

His gaze shifted towards the shadow generals and the individuals seated in front of the mermaid statue. Upon ensuring they were preoccupied observing others in the crowd, spiritual energy began to emanate from his fingertips, and delicate symbols that blended into the ground beneath him were imprinted with each step he took.

'I guess it's time to work.'

A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he touched the earring in his ear and made his presence invisible within the crowd. As he strolled in circles among the audience seats, Nine and all the others returned to their places shortly after.

Bia, who was sitting on Mia's shoulder, glanced at the empty seat where Kyle should have been seated. Now that their bond had regained its strength, she could clearly sense his location in a very distant place, quite far from their current location but still inside the Gladiator Arena.

-'What is he doing?'

She furrowed her brows and decided to ask him directly, but Kyle simply instructed her to stay with Mia, and he would return once he had finished something important.

-'What the hell are you up to now...'

Bia clicked her tongue and allowed him to do as he pleased. However, the silver-haired man did not return even after a whole day. Nine gazed at the vacant seat beside him and observed the phoenix.

"Do you have any idea where he went?"

Bia glanced back at him and gestured with one of her wings in the right direction.

"He's in the Arena, but not nearby. It seems like he's occupied with something, but I'm not sure what. Well, he did mention he would return once he's finished."

After hearing Bia's words, everyone decided to overlook Kyle's absence. After all, he was strong, and they were confident he wouldn't get into unnecessary trouble.

Unlike them, the powerful woman in the blue hoodie, who sought to recruit Kyle and the others for James, closely monitored everything the silver-haired man did.

Unfortunately, she wasn't well-versed in arrays, so even though she could spot the symbols Kyle was writing all over the Gladiator Arena, she wasn't certain of their purpose. Plus, she had never encountered such a multitude of intricate symbols scattered in various positions.

"What's he up to anyway? Is he really sure he can activate so many symbols and form an array when he's just a divine rank? Also, why does he have such a vast amount of spiritual energy in his body..."

She glanced at the array masters sitting behind Old Hal with a speechless look.

"They call themselves array masters yet they can't even sense that a mere divine rank individual has almost filled the entire area beneath them with symbols. If he can truly activate such a massive array, it's not the shadow generals who will be destroying the Arena. It's the human I should be more concerned about. I'm not even sure what the symbols are being used for..."

She stood up and tried to destroy the symbols Kyle engraved with his spiritual energy, but unfortunately, they had vanished into the ground without a trace.

"Damn it... What the actual hell??"

The people around her were startled when such a beautiful and poised woman, who looked so elegant, cursed out loudly with a frustrated expression. In the end, she sat down with a calm expression.

'"What's the worst that can happen? He's just a divine rank anyway. I will give him a little beating if he does something wrong."

After three more arduous days, the atmosphere above the Arena exuded a sense of serenity. Unfazed by the external light or shadows, the interior of the Arena always remained bright. Suddenly, under everyone's gaze, the numerous illusionary figures handing out nametplates to the newcomers paused in their actions and floated away from the three massive gates that led into the Gladiator Arena.

Almost all the seats within the towering walls were filled with a diverse crowd who watched quietly with different emotions as three imposing barriers rose to seal the massive gates. Then, a ray of golden light flashed from the many statues above the walls, creating an invisible shield in the sky above the audience, signaling the end of registration for the Gladiator Arena.

Usually, the massive crowd would have cheered with enthusiasm, but due to the presence of the dark side, the air held a hint of unease, and only faint murmurs could be heard. But the demons, dark, nightkin races individuals all shouted with excitement.

The individuals still trying to get nameplates all cried out in distress as the three gates to the Gladiator Arena closed. Despite their efforts, they could only lament because they knew that even if they pounded on the barriers sealing the gates, they wouldn't be able to enter since once the registration was closed, no one could enter the Arena.