"Yes, Senior Brother!"
Wu Zui had just lost a great deal of face, so he naturally knew that he was no match for Ling Xiao, but if the slave's cultivation was lower than his, it would be a different story. He would definitely be able to kill him and regain his confidence.
"Your cultivation has already surpassed this slave's, but it doesn't matter, this is a cultivation control ring. Once you wear it, you will only be able to display strength equal to your opponent's cultivation."
When the host saw Wu Zui, he naturally recognized him as a Core Disciple of the Sword King Sect. Although his ranking was relatively low, he still didn't dare offend him.
In the Sword King Sect, the top ten Core Disciples were all treasures of the Sect.
In this regard, he was exactly the same as Wu Zui in Yuehua School.
"Senior Brother Ling, what do you think?"
Leng Hao looked at Ling Xiao and asked.
"Shameless!"
Ling Xiao coldly snorted and said, "What bullshit control ring, it's just for show. That control ring is just an ordinary jade ring, it's meaningless."
"If that's the case, doesn't that mean the slave will suffer? No matter how strong he is, I'm afraid he won't be a match for Wu Zui, who is in the Seventh Layer of the Transcendent Realm. "
Although Dai Yuling wasn't as saintly as Zhao Ci, she was also very kind, but she wouldn't abuse her kindness.
She, like many normal people, sympathized with these slaves.
"You're right, but this is the rule of the Beast Battle Arena. This Beast Battle Arena belongs to the Sword King Sect, so how could the Sword King Sect allow their treasured disciple to be killed?"
Ling Xiao said disdainfully, "I've already asked Liu Cang. In all these years, there has never been a core disciple who died in the Beast Battle Arena. Not even once! Under normal circumstances, this is simply impossible. "
"So that's how it is, that's really shameless!"
Leng Hao cursed.
"The shameless part is yet to come."
Ling Xiao sneered, "Although that Wu Zui's cultivation is much higher than that slave's, his actual combat ability is too weak. He's like a flower that grew up in a greenhouse. In the battle later, he'll most likely be suppressed by that slave. Hmph, there'll definitely be a good show to watch."
"It can't be, right? Senior Brother Ling, no matter how shameless this Bestial Battle Arena is, they wouldn't go so far as to directly interfere in this battle, right?"
Leng Hao said in surprise.
"You'll know soon enough."
He did not argue. He had seen many shameless people. This kind of thing was actually very common in the world.
The host left the room.
The slave's eyes suddenly changed.
Originally, there was endless sorrow and helplessness, but now, there was only hatred and anger in his eyes!
This hatred was obviously directed at Wu Zui!
No, maybe it's targeting the Sword King Sect!
Wu Zui was startled by the terrifying killing intent emanating from the slave, and he took two steps back.
"Die!"
The slave spat out these words furiously. His body turned into a beam of sword light as he lunged towards Wu Zui.
He had no intention of holding back!
Because he hated!
He was originally a martial artist with a great future, but he was captured by the Sword King Sect through despicable means, and put on a bronze mask that could disfigure his face.
He hated!
He hated everyone from the Sword King Sect, and he wanted to kill them all!
The slave also used a sword, just like Ling Xiao.
Although his swordsmanship could not compare to Ling Xiao's, it was more than enough to deal with Wu Zui.
The beam of sword light was too fast, and Wu Zui was so frightened that he lost his composure. In a moment of desperation, he used all of his skills.
The shadow of a Death Row Prisoner appeared behind him.
This Death Row Prisoner was like the Immortal Prisoner King, and had once dominated the Bestial Battle Arena. However, his winning streak was longer than the Immortal Prisoner King's, and he had won more than a thousand matches.
In the end, he died of exhaustion.
He did not expect that his soul would become someone else's Martial Soul.
The moment the Death Row Prisoner Martial Soul appeared, Wu Zui's entire being became cold and cruel, and the frightened look on his face disappeared.
This was one of the benefits of a Martial Soul.
Bang!
The two attacks collided with each other.
A huge explosion sounded out, and the slave's eyes were still filled with burning hatred. There was nothing else in his eyes, and the only thought in his mind was revenge!
Although the two of them retreated a few steps, the slave attacked again, not giving Wu Zui any chance to catch his breath.
Wu Zui's fighting spirit was basically bestowed by the Death Row Prisoner Martial Soul. His own soul was so weak that it made people speechless.
After a few exchanges, Wu Zui panicked again.
As for the slave, he had already called out his Martial Soul.
It was a sword!
A broken sword!
It was the divine sword that had appeared when the Ling Family was besieged, and completely defeated the enemy.
The reason why the Divine Sword Sect was called the Divine Sword Sect was because of that sword.
This sword had actually become a Martial Soul!
Ling Xiao suddenly stood up.
His entire body was trembling!
Because the slave was wearing a mask, he was unable to recognize his appearance, but at this moment, he was able to confirm the slave's identity.
He was actually Ling Wuhen!
He was the former Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect, and he had gone with Ling Yihang to the Sword King Sect to participate in the Four Sect Martial Competition.
How could he be here!
How could he have become like this?
Ling Xiao was trembling, not because he was afraid, but because he was angry. He wanted to kill!
This kind of anger was something he had only felt when his family was killed!
The terrifying killing intent emitted from his body caused Leng Hao and the others, who were sitting beside him, to turn pale with fright.
On the Warbeast Arena, the battle continued.
After releasing his Martial Soul, Ling Wuhen's fighting strength suddenly soared.
In addition, Ling Xiao had given him an absolutely suitable and classic Martial Skill. After a few exchanges, Wu Zui was forced to retreat.
"Kill him!"
Ling Xiao shouted loudly.
Actually, even if he didn't say anything, Ling Wuhen wouldn't let the person in front of him go.
Because it was the people of the Sword King Sect who had turned him into his current state. He hated the people of the Sword King Sect bitterly, and wished that he could raze the Sword King Sect to the ground.
Although he might not be able to do it, killing the person in front of him was not a problem!
"Dang!"
Seeing that Wu Zui's throat was about to be pierced by Ling Wuhen's long sword, the host suddenly jumped into the arena and blocked Ling Wuhen's sword light.
The host's strength had reached 10% of the strength of a half-step Heavenly Venerable.
No matter how strong Ling Wuhen was, no matter how talented he was, it was useless. In front of absolute strength, he was simply no match for the host.
"Enough!"
The host coldly looked at Ling Wuhen and said, "This battle ends here!"
Perhaps this was not the first time such a thing had happened, most of the spectators in the stands were already used to it. They only cursed the shamelessness of the Sword King Sect in their hearts.
They had agreed to fight to the death, but now seeing that the slave had the advantage, they shouted to stop. What kind of logic was this in the world?
But this was the Sword King City.
Who told this Warbeast Arena to belong to the Sword King Sect?
"Why!"
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