Puchi!
The sound of something being pierced was heard, followed by red blood splattering everywhere.
The Immortal Prison King, with its invincible defense, was easily pierced by Ling Xiao's hand blade. It was like stabbing a piece of tofu with a knife!
"I don't understand. What's that guy's hand made of? How can it be so sharp?"
"His hand seems to be wrapped in an energy sword and sword intent?"
Everyone could not understand. How could an ordinary-looking kid break through a defense that even a Half-step Heavenly Venerable with ten percent of his strength fail to break?
Was he powerful?
Or was the Immortal Prison King on the brink of collapse?
Wu Zonglian's face turned ugly. He had sparred with the Immortal Prison King in private before, but it was not a battle to the death.
Although he won, it was because of his sharp weapon.
Although a Transcendent Realm cultivator could not achieve a perfect battle enhancement using an Immortal Grade Artifact, the sharpness of an Immortal Grade Artifact was unquestionable. It could easily break through the Immortal Prison King's defense.
That was what he could not accept. That kid from Yuehua School's hand blade was comparable to an Immortal Grade Artifact's destructive power?
Ling Xiao did not care about what these people thought. His mind was focused on the battle.
"Immortal Prison King, I could have killed you in one move, but I won't do that."
Ling Xiao said indifferently, "I'll let you have a taste of death by a thousand cuts!"
His ruthlessness was not inferior to the Immortal Prison King's, but he would not take the initiative to kill innocent people.
What the Immortal Prison King did reminded him of the death of his beggar relatives.
Those people were not killed because of any hatred.
Someone just wanted to use them to practice martial arts.
Those people in Ashes City were implicated because of the Immortal Prison King's dissatisfaction.
He was not happy about that.
The Immortal Prison King screamed in pain as the energy sword swept out.
Ling Xiao was executing the Immortal Prison King by a thousand cuts. At the same time, he was applying what he had learned to a deeper level.
The fusion of the energy sword and his will made it even more powerful.
Each of his attacks would leave a terrifying wound on the Undying Prisoner King's body.
In the end, the Undying Prison King's flesh was completely shaved off, leaving behind only a skeleton.
The Beast Fighting Colosseum was dead silent.
Almost everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Not only is this young man extremely powerful, but he also has such a cold temperament. He actually used such a method to cut the Undying Prisoner King into pieces!"
"Satisfying!"
There were also some who felt that only a death by a thousand cuts could appease the millions of lives that had died for someone like the Undying Prisoner King.
"Seal!"
The three Sealing Cards had now sealed the monsters.
One of them was the Half-step Heavenly Venerable that had just been sealed — the Undying Prisoner King.
One of them was the half-step Heavenly Venerable that he had killed in Demonic Castle City — the Great Castle Master of Demonic Castle City.
The third one was a Nine-Tailed Demon Fox that had reached the Heaven Tier One Line Realm!
Regardless of whether it was useful or not, the three Sealing Cards had sealed something, which made people feel more at ease. Although these could not be considered as Ling Xiao's own strength, they were excellent means to protect his life.
He would not use them normally, but when he had to, he would not be stingy.
"Congratulations on your victory. May I ask if you want one million Lower-grade Spiritual Stones or ten thousand Middle-grade Spiritual Stones?"
The host in charge of the Beast Fighting Colosseum asked.
"Ten thousand Middle-grade Spiritual Stones!"
Middle-grade Spiritual Stones were naturally more valuable to him now. From now to the Grotto-Heaven Realm, the Spiritual Stones he needed for cultivation were all Middle-grade Spiritual Stones. The more he had, the better.
Lower-grade Spiritual Stones could only be used as currency for the time being.
After receiving his reward, Ling Xiao returned to his seat. He was not satisfied with this battle. If there were stronger opponents, he planned to try again.
Ling Xiao returned to his seat and his breathing was not disturbed.
After the trip to the Demon Fortress City, his strength had really increased by a lot. Even he himself felt that this kind of strength was a little inconceivable.
After the Undying Prisoner King's corpse was cleaned up, another person appeared in the Beast Fighting Colosseum.
There was no mark of a prisoner on his face, but there was another mark — a slave!
Ling Xiao did not know where these slaves came from. The only thing he knew was that these slaves must be related to the Sword King Sect.
And this Beast Fighting Colosseum must have an inseparable relationship with the Sword King Sect.
The slave's face was wearing a bronze mask with welded marks around it. It looked like it was directly fastened to the face after being heated. Just thinking about it made Lin Huang's face hurt.
His hands and feet were shackled. His steps were heavy and his breathing was very unnatural.
Clang!
Clang!
After two clangs, the slave's handcuffs and shackles were removed. After all, this was related to the Beast Fighting Colosseum's income. Therefore, the slave could not fight with his hands and feet shackled. That would give the challenger too much of an advantage.
Because of the mask, Lin Huang could not see the other party's face, but his eyes were filled with incomparable grief and helplessness.
He couldn't even make a sound because his mouth had been sealed.
But those eyes seemed to be able to speak. After the grief and helplessness, they were filled with endless hatred and anger.
Ling Xiao felt that unless there was a sky-high amount of hatred, it was impossible to have such eyes.
He felt very uncomfortable. Torturing a cultivator like this was really better than simply killing him.
The Sword King Sect's methods were really not honorable. Even so, the Sword King Sect still claimed to be a righteous Sect, representing the justice and order of the Sacred Dynasty.
Bullshit!
Was there a righteous Sect among the Twelve Great Sects? They were just ordinary people who fought for their own interests.
Of course, this was not a problem in itself, but they were doing one thing on the surface and another behind their backs, which was very disgusting.
"This is a slave cultivator we have just captured. His cultivation has reached the Sixth Heavenly Layer of the Transcendent Realm. Today is his first battle, who wants to come up and give it a try?"
No matter what cultivation the Battle Beast, slave, or prisoner was, the reward was the same. The Spirit Stones you paid would be returned ten times.
Of course, if you lost, you could forget about it because you would already be dead.
If it was someone at the Heaven Realm or above who challenged, they would not have to pay Low-Rank Spirit Stones, but Mid-Rank Spirit Stones. However, such situations were relatively rare, at least not at this stage.
The host announced the cultivation of the slave cultivator before turning to the crowd below.
"Wu Zui, you go and give it a try. You lost so much face just now, this time you must regain it!"
Wu Zonglian looked at the cultivator who had been scared to the point of wetting his pants by Ling Xiao and said.
This person's cultivation was only at the Seventh Layer of the Transcendent Realm, so it was reasonable to say that he was not qualified to participate in this challenge.
However, he was a member of the Sword King Sect, so he could be treated differently. These were the rules of Sword King City, so getting angry was useless.
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