At that moment, a white halo suddenly appeared around the handsome young man, instantly tightening and pinning his body in place.

Then, the restrictive light screen around the arena flickered and disappeared. The man in white robes, his expression grave, lowered his arm and slowly descended from the air onto the stage.

Meanwhile, the three magical artifacts still battling in the sky, having lost the support of their master's spiritual power, each fell to the ground with a "woo woo" sound. The suspended, deadlocked green thorn net and blood cloud also dissolved into specks of spiritual light and vanished on the spot.

"Hmph, just for a competition, you actually used such a demonic art that damages your own potential and lifespan. Evan Sullivan, even if you win this match, you will have no future prospects. Still, such courage and valor are worthy of some praise within the clan. Alright, you may go and have your severed arm reattached." The man in white robes said this to Evan Sullivan, then pointed into the air at the handsome young man, causing the white ring on his body to flash and disappear.

"I..."

Regaining the ability to move, Evan Sullivan looked at Edwin Sullivan, who was still screaming on the ground, and seemed unwilling, wanting to say something more. But in the next moment, his body suddenly swayed a few times and he nearly collapsed onto the stage.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

In a flash, two figures appeared, one on each side, supporting the handsome young man. They were Grant Sullivan and Victor Sullivan.

"Brother Grant, why are you two here?" The handsome young man managed a weak smile as he looked at them.

"For a woman, is it really worth it?"

"Third brother, you did well."

Grant Sullivan nodded, while Victor Sullivan shook his head and sighed, each expressing a different sentiment.

The two exchanged a glance, both momentarily stunned, then smiled wryly.

Then, Grant Sullivan let go and went to pick up Evan Sullivan's severed arm and longsword artifact from the stage.

After apologizing to the man in white robes, the three hurriedly left the arena to find the clan's apothecary to have the severed arm reattached in time.

Strangely, whether it was Evan Sullivan's severed arm or his shoulder, the wounds were a bloody mess, yet not a drop of fresh blood could be seen.

Only then did the man in white robes glance at Edwin Sullivan, who was still screaming and rolling on the ground. He sighed, loudly announced that Evan Sullivan had won the match, then flicked his sleeve, sending a wave of rosy light that swept up Edwin Sullivan and carried him away through the air.

Although this direct descendant was seriously injured, at least his life was spared, and once healed, his future cultivation would not be affected.

Only then did the many clan disciples on the stage start discussing again in amazement, marveling at the speed and brutality of this match.

Only Lillian stood motionless, her fists clenched tightly, her face deathly pale.

Beside her, the two collateral disciples who had been talking with her had already moved a good distance away, now treating her as if she were a plague.

Chapter 8 Leonard Sullivan

"What? Edwin was seriously injured by someone on the arena, and even lost to a collateral descendant?" In the rear courtyard of a mountain belonging to the The Sullivan Family, an elderly man with a pale face, reading in his room, suddenly threw his book to the ground and asked with a face as dark as water.

"Yes, Father, I just found out as well. Edwin Jr. hid this matter before the match, and I was busy comprehending a spell at the time. Otherwise, if I had been there to watch over him, I would never have let him get hurt." In front of the old man, a tall, refined young man replied helplessly.

"Hmph, your brother is useless. How badly is he hurt? If he's not dead, have him go to the seclusion chamber and cultivate for two years. He is not allowed to come out until he reaches the peak of Foundation Establishment!" The old man looked resentful of his son's failure.

"I heard from the clan's apothecary that although Edwin Jr.'s injuries are severe, and due to the special secret art used, he may even be disfigured, it won't affect his future cultivation. Once he's healed, I'll personally send him to seclusion." The young man replied calmly.

"Good, I trust your handling of things. A man being disfigured is nothing, and if he forms a superior-grade Golden Core in the future, he can recover his looks. But our family holds considerable weight in the clan. No matter how many faults your brother has, we can't let a collateral descendant humiliate him like this. Find an opportunity to cripple the one who hurt your brother. Let all the collateral descendants know that the direct descendants of the The Sullivan Family are not to be insulted." The old man nodded, then gave a cold order.

"Yes, Father. I'll arrange it so that no outsiders will suspect it was us." The tall young man agreed readily.

"Leonard, your brother is not very promising, and I'm not young anymore. Even though I hold the title of elder in the clan, I don't have much real power. But you are different. You just turned twenty and are already one of the clan's three top sons. If not for waiting to form a superior-grade Golden Core, you could have entered the Golden Core stage two years ago. So your goal is not to be a mere ordinary elder, but to form a Nascent Soul, become the clan leader, even advance to the Great Ascension stage, and ultimately ascend to the legendary Immortal Realm." The old man looked at the young man before him, his face full of gratification.