"Who did you hear that from?"
Xue Wen's face flushed as he listened to the laughter around him. He stared at Long Li and questioned.
"My mother."
Long Li answered crisply without hesitation.
"Your mother …"
Xue Wen opened his mouth to curse, but he suddenly felt an extremely cold killing intent. His heart went cold, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
This girl's mother seemed to be the Nightmare Dragon King!
Xue Wen's gaze shifted and saw a silver-haired girl beside Long Li looking at him coldly without saying a word.
"Little girl, I won't lower myself to your level."
Xue Wen let out a cold snort. After saying that, he no longer said anything.
The Dragon World was a super major world after all.
He could bully and tease the girls of the Flower World as he pleased, but he was extremely wary of the Dragons.
There weren't many Dragons in the Dragon World, but it was a super major world and ranked at the top of the ten thousand races!
Although the Blood Vine Race was also a super major world, they didn't dare cross swords with the Dragons.
"She's right. He's indeed a weakling. He shriveled on the spot when he met the Dragons."
"It's true that he's stubborn. It's said that he cultivated something called the Sharp Tongue Sword. Not only is he stubborn, but he can also shoot out sword qi from his mouth. It's also very famous for being a sharp tongue."
Whispers could be heard from the crowd.
Xue Wen's expression was dark and he didn't say a word. His gaze roamed over Mu Lian and he sneered from time to time.
He couldn't provoke the people of the Dragons, but he couldn't touch this girl from the Flower World?
If he entered the Fiend Battlefield, he would show the ten thousand races what he was capable of!
Su Zimo didn't participate in this ruckus.
His attention was on the crowd in Skytribute Square.
Strangely, he hadn't seen any true spirits of the Great Wilderness Domain arrive in the past few days.
He had asked Lu Yun and the others, but they didn't know much. They only guessed that the Great Wilderness Domain was in chaos due to the flames of war. Many true spirits couldn't even take care of themselves and couldn't leave.
Su Zimo looked around and didn't see Chess Goddess Jun Yu.
At this moment, the emotionless voice sounded in Skytribute Square again.
"The Fiend Battlefield is officially open!"
Whoosh!
The ten giant screens around the square began to emit rays of light. The teleportation formations below also began to light up.
"Be careful!"
Lu Yun and the others looked at Su Zimo and Lin Xunzhen and reminded them once more.
Under the gazes of the crowd, the True Spirit experts from the three thousand worlds stepped onto the teleportation array and disappeared from the Sky Tribute Plaza.
Not long after, more than half of the figures in Skytribute Square had disappeared.
The rest were either True Spirits of lower realms or a group of Kings.
The camps of the Skyeye and Stone Clans sandwiched Lu Yun's group in the middle.
The Stonefiend King of the Stonefiend Clan stretched out a hand and lightly chopped at his neck, taunting the Stonefiend Clan and waiting for a good show.
The Cold Eye King looked at Lu Yun and the others, the blood mark between his brows glinting with a bloody light. He grinned, "Lu Yun, perhaps you still have a sliver of hope in your heart, thinking that Su Zhu has the medallion and can leave at any time if things go south."
Lu Yun and the others looked on coldly, not saying a word.
That was indeed what they were thinking.
The Cold Eye King sighed faintly, "Unfortunately, you've misjudged the determination of the Skyeye Clan and underestimated the power of the six paths of reincarnation!"
Lu Yun frowned, his heart sinking as if he'd thought of something.
The Cold Eye King continued, "As long as the two meet, Xia Yin won't test the waters, nor will he give Su Zhu any chance …
"He'll directly open his Heavenly Eye and release the six paths of reincarnation!
"Even if Su Zhu has the medallion, he won't be able to use it in time. He won't be able to escape the restraints of the six paths of reincarnation and can only die!"
Lu Yun and the others from Sword World paled when they heard this.
The Kings of the other realms also frowned and whispered among themselves.
The vast majority of supreme true spirits only comprehended one supreme divine ability.
In the middle of a great battle, if they used a True Spirit Art, they wouldn't be able to use it a second time in a short period of time.
Therefore, generally speaking, using a True Spirit Art was even more cautious than using a True Spirit Art!
If Xia Yin had opened his Heavenly Eye and released the six paths of reincarnation at the beginning of the battle with Su Zimo, the battle would've ended in an extremely short period of time!
This battle might not have been an earth-shattering spectacle, but it might've just been a one-sided crushing!
These thoughts surfaced in the minds of the Kings of the various realms.
Some rejoiced in Lu Yun's misfortune, some secretly lamented, and some held a trace of anticipation.
At this time, the Kings of Skytribute Square didn't realize that their guesses weren't too far off from the actual battle.
However, they'd guessed wrong …
… …
The Fiend Battlefield.
This time, the restrictions of the Celestial Tribute Realm were lifted. For the beings of the three thousand realms, it was simply a hunting feast to earn battle merits.
However, this was a life and death calamity for the beings of the Fiend Battlefield!
Beside a lake, a gentle breeze blew past, causing ripples to appear on the surface of the water.
The surface of the lake was like a mirror, reflecting a disheveled man sitting casually beside the gravel beside the lake. He wore coarse hemp clothes and the corners of his clothes were soaked in the lake water, soaking a large portion. However, he was oblivious to it and merely raised his head to drink the strong alcohol in his gourd.
The man's hair was disheveled and his beard was unshaven. His face was yellow and even somewhat ugly. Only his drunken eyes shone brightly like the stars in the deep night sky.
A rusty sword was stabbed into the crevice of a stone not far away from the man.
The man was a swordsman.
At the very least, he was known as a plain-clothed swordsman in the mouths of the three thousand realms.
One of the Ten Great Fiends!
As though he sensed something, the man raised his head and narrowed his eyes, looking at the boundless firmament above his head.
A faint light began to flicker there.
Someone was coming.
Many people.
An incomprehensible sorrow flashed through the depths of the man's drunken eyes.
"Senior Brother Luo."
Right then, more than ten sword cultivators sped over from behind. The woman in the lead shouted before she even arrived.
The man frowned slightly and looked sideways at the crowd with a hint of anger on his face. "Didn't I tell you to hide and not show yourselves?"
"Senior Brother Luo, we can't let you face the strong enemies outside alone!"
The woman in the lead gripped the sword in her hand and said in a deep voice.
The man shook his head slightly and laughed self-deprecatingly. "One person, a hundred people, a thousand people, what's the difference?"
"All of you go back and hide."
The man continued, "If you can survive after this calamity is over, consider yourselves lucky …"
At this point, the man suddenly paused.
In his heart, he did not know whether continuing to live in this world was considered lucky or unlucky.
At the very least, he had lived long enough.
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