"Master, you must be careful, your image has probably spread throughout the entire Peaceful Realms now," Xiong Kun said in a deep voice.

Lin Chen nodded, "I know, but if the Nether King wants to kill me, I fear he doesn't have the qualifications yet."

To bring back the last fragment of Zhao Xiaowen's soul to the Yang Realm, the Nether King must personally lift the seal.

Originally, Lin Chen didn't want to resort to violence and hoped to meet the Nether King through some means to resolve things peacefully.

But now that the other party wants to kill him, hoping to easily take Xiaowen's soul back seems impossible.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, "In that case, I'll turn this Peaceful Realm upside down!"

"By the way, Xiong Kun, do you know someone named Wu Feng?" Lin Chen suddenly asked.

"Wu Feng? I have heard of him," Xiong Kun pondered for a moment and replied.

"You've heard of him?" Lin Chen felt joy in his heart.

"But it seems his situation isn't good," Xiong Kun sighed.

"What happened?" Lin Chen's gaze tightened.

"Wu Feng, like you, is also a fierce person. He made a name for himself shortly after arriving in the Peaceful Realms, and even established his own power, openly resisting the Nether King," Xiong Kun said.

Lin Chen nodded. In China, this guy didn't like being bound by rules, so it's quite normal for such things to happen.

"And then?" Lin Chen asked.

"The Nether King sent an army to eradicate Wu Feng, but they suffered successive defeats. Unfortunately, Wu Feng was later betrayed by his subordinates, captured alive by the Nether King, and has become a ghost slave," Xiong Kun said.

"Ghost slave?" Lin Chen frowned at the mention of this term.

Xiong Kun explained, "Ghost slaves have their Divine Sense sealed, they're just killing machines, they are thrown into the arena to fight demonic beasts until death."

"Where is Wu Feng now?" Lin Chen's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Wu Feng is his brother; no matter what, he couldn't stand by and watch Wu Feng die like this in the Peaceful Realms.

"He's in the Nether City's arena! Master, getting Wu Feng out won't be easy," Xiong Kun reminded.

With a cold gaze, Lin Chen said solemnly, "How can my brother stay in such a place? No matter how difficult, I have to get him out."

After hearing Lin Chen's words, both Xiong Kun and the eighteen ghost envoys felt a warmth in their hearts.

Who wouldn't want a compassionate and righteous leader? Lin Chen's willingness to take risks to save Wu Feng was enough to show he is such a person.

"I'll make a trip to the Nether City. I'll leave things here to you all. From now on, our power will be called the Star Alliance, and during the days I'm away, do your best to expand our territory and strengthen the Star Alliance!" Lin Chen said deeply.

"Master, should I go with you?" Xiong Kun said, somewhat worried.

Lin Chen shook his head, "There's no need. More people will make it easier for the other side to notice us. It's safer for me to go alone, and we need a strong presence to stabilize the Star Alliance. While I'm away, you'll be in charge."

"Yes, Master, I will not let you down!" Xiong Kun said solemnly.

Thanks to the mind-control, Lin Chen understood Xiong Kun's thoughts perfectly, and those controlled by mind-control were one hundred percent loyal to Lin Chen, so he wasn't worried about betrayal.

Having arranged everything, Lin Chen set off straight for the Nether City.

Nether City is the main city of the entire Peaceful Realms, extremely prosperous within.

The main city's walls are several hundred meters high, and the streets are extraordinarily wide, bustling with people.

Walking down the streets, Lin Chen couldn't help but be amazed by the grandeur of Nether City.

At this moment, Lin Chen had transformed into a dashing young man, dressed in black, with a stern appearance and expensive accessories, clearly a member of a prominent family.

Lin Chen arrived at the Nether Arena, bought a VIP ticket with Nether Crystal, and walked inside.

As soon as he entered, he was greeted by a thunderous roar of applause.

The Peaceful Realms is different from Earth's plane; here, lives are the least valuable, with various powers warring each year.

The old and young of the losing side are killed, the attractive females are sent to the Flower Springs, and the strong young men have their Divine Sense sealed and are sent into the arena, becoming machines of slaughter against demonic beasts.

At this moment, a bloody battle was taking place in the arena.

A slave with blood all over was wielding a giant axe, fighting a beast resembling a demon wolf.

This demon wolf was very cunning, never engaging the slave head-on but slowly wearing down the slave's strength.

Initially, the slave held the upper hand, but as the battle progressed, he grew increasingly exhausted.

His body was already torn by the demon wolf's sharp claws, bloody and grim.

The audience seemed fascinated by such gruesome scenes, cheering every time the slave was clawed by the demon wolf.

Finally, the slave collapsed from exhaustion, his stomach slashed open, dying on the spot.

This is the fate of slaves; only death in battle could set them free.

Several more matches followed, all extremely bloody, with slaves either fighting to the death or being bitten to severe injuries.

Finally, the main event of the competition arrived, with deafening cheers from the audience.

The host excitedly announced, "Next, we will witness a peak duel, our Nether War God Wu Feng will face the five-star demonic beast, the Fiery Red Tiger."

Wu Feng!

Hearing this name, Lin Chen's heart trembled, and he looked toward the center of the arena.

The iron door opened, and a burly figure holding a bronze sword slowly walked to the center of the arena.

Although the distance was great, Lin Chen immediately recognized the person as his brother, Wu Feng.

Wu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and the shocking wounds on his body were horrifying to behold.

Standing in the center of the arena, Wu Feng held his head high like the king of beasts, roaring toward the ring several times.

A wave of powerful momentum instantly swept across the entire arena.

In these roaring shouts, Lin Chen heard not only a powerful aura but also an unyielding heart.

"Brother, I'm late, I'm sorry for your suffering," Lin Chen silently blamed himself.

At this time, another iron door opened, and with a deafening roar, a Fiery Red Tiger slowly walked out of its cage.

This Fiery Red Tiger was different from tigers on Earth.

Judging by its size, it was three or four times larger than a regular tiger, with its most terrifying feature being its four sharp claws wrapped in intense flames.

"Everyone, our Nether War God needs no introduction, maintaining an undefeated record in a hundred and twenty-eight battles. This Fiery Red Tiger is equally formidable, with twenty-eight wins under its belt and even once tearing a Ghost Emperor-level expert in half," the host excitedly introduced.

Listening to the host's introduction, the audience grew even more excited, with waves of cheers echoing in the arena.

Then, a golden gong sounded, signaling the official start of the human-beast battle.