Thousands of mountains were covered with snow, and tens of thousands of peaks were wrapped in silver.
Under the scorching sun, the vast expanse of white mountains looked exceptionally magnificent.
Gao Zhengyang felt that the scenery here was very similar to the Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range, but this was definitely not the Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range.
Because the arena beneath his feet was actually an inverted mountain peak. What was more mysterious was that this mountain was suspended in the sky, like an island floating on the sea.
Obviously, there could not be such a magical place in the Eastern Wilderness Mountain Range.
The opposite side was shining with golden light, and the contestants had also arrived.
Through the golden light barrier, Gao Zhengyang vaguely saw that the opponent seemed to have a pair of wings. He could not help but sigh.
Guys with wings were too annoying. This kind of innate talent could not be restricted.
Unless it was requested to change the competition environment, such as changing it to the water. It could suppress the opponent's advantage. However, the opponent's aura made Gao Zhengyang's scalp tingle.
Starting from Tyrant Bear, the opponents he had encountered were more troublesome. Was the Divine Martial Arena deliberately making things difficult for him?
The opponent's nickname was very simple, Black Eagle. Gao Zhengyang was almost sure that the opponent was from the Eagle Clan.
"Restrict the aura."
Before the start of the competition, Gao Zhengyang chose this rule without hesitation. His tyrannical body was the root of his victory.
The opponent was obviously a little surprised. After hesitating for a moment, he made a request.
King Tianping announced, "Expand the competition area by ten times."
Gao Zhengyang wailed in his heart. Sure enough, the opponent wanted to kite him.
The expansion of the battle area of the arena was undoubtedly the opponent trying to widen the distance as much as possible in order to give full play to the advantage of his wings.
This kind of opponent with wings had a huge natural advantage. Just like He Feiyu, who could fight with fifth-stage and sixth-stage martial artists with a bow and arrow.
The golden light barrier dissipated, and the opponent really had a pair of wings. However, his wings were covered with black feathers, and on his gloomy face, his nose was long and hooked.
"Eagle Clan."
Gao Zhengyang recognized the opponent's clan at a glance. His nose, wings, and other characteristics were too easy to recognize.
The black hawk looked deeply at Gao Zhengyang. Without saying a word, it flapped its wings and soared into the sky.
The instant the black eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, Gao Zhengyang really wanted to throw the Dragon King's Halberd. Without Essence Qi, it would not be easy to fly.
Gao Zhengyang thought for a moment, then gave up on the idea. He only had one chance to make a move. If he missed, his opponent would not give him another chance.
The black eagle flew up to a height of more than two thousand feet, and then calmly took down the short bow hanging on its waist.
The black short bow was no more than two and a half feet long. The Eagle Race man was tall and slender, holding this short bow made him look extremely delicate.
However, Gao Zhengyang did not dare to underestimate him. With his opponent's cultivation, the weapon in his hand could not be too bad.
Hei Ying casually waved his hand, revealing a quiver behind his waist.
The quiver wasn't big. With a glance, Gao Zhengyang saw the number of arrows through the exposed white feathers: 13.
Black Hawk casually pulled out an arrow and slowly drew the bow. That leisurely manner seemed to be shooting at a wooden target.
Gao Zhengyang was not worried. The distance was too far. Without the support of Essence Qi, even if the other party's archery was godly, it would not be much of a threat to him.
Hei Ying seemed to take another aim before releasing the arrow.
A cold star suddenly imprinted in Gao Zhengyang's eyes. Almost as soon as Hei Ying released the bowstring, the arrow arrived.
But the distance was a little too far. No matter how fast the arrow was, it could not be faster than Gao Zheng's reaction.
He used the Dragon King's Halberd to push, and that flying arrow suddenly exploded into thousands of pieces.
The arrow was too fast, and Gao Zhengyang's Dragon King's Halberd was tyrannical and powerful. The fragile arrow naturally could not withstand this power.
Only when the arrow fragments started to fall, did the sharp sound of the arrow tearing through the air reach Gao Zhengyang's ears.
Hei Ying's eyes narrowed in the sky. Gao Zhengyang was more difficult to deal with than he expected.
The Cloud-Splitting Bow in Hei Ying's hands was originally an upper grade grade eight bow. After activating the formation, it could produce Essence Qi arrows out of thin air, and all kinds of Dharma spells were attached to them. As long as there was enough Essence Qi, there would be an endless stream of arrows.
Therefore, Hei Ying only brought a quiver. This was to prevent any accidents. He did not expect to meet a special opponent this time, who restricted his Essence Qi from the start. It also restricted the Cloud-Splitting Bow's various transformations.
Fortunately, the Cloud-Splitting Bow was an extremely strong bow, and the arrows shot out were much faster than the speed of sound. Without Essence Qi, be it Martial Soul or Divine Sense, they were all restricted.
It was not so easy to correctly deal with supersonic arrows.
This person called Shura Of Gojoseon made an extremely accurate judgment, and his response was impeccable. Hei Ying could not find any flaws.
Hei Ying flapped his wings and began to glide down. At the same time, the Cloud-Splitting Bow in his hand continuously released arrows.
Once he decided to go all out, Hei Ying no longer held back, and displayed his archery skills to the extreme.
Three consecutive arrows went straight for Gao Zhengyang's face. Because he controlled the strength of the bow, each arrow was faster than the previous one.
The last arrow was the first to reach Gao Zhengyang.
From Gao Zhengyang's angle, he could only see the triangular arrowheads shining with cold light, like the stars in the night sky.
After Hei Ying drew his bow, Gao Zhengyang moved horizontally to the left at the same time. His pace was not very fast, but there was a unique rhythm to it.
Hei Ying easily dodged the three arrows that were shot at him, because of this simple move.
Hei Ying did not even look at him, and continued to draw his bow.
After three consecutive arrows, the speed at which he dove down was not much different from the speed of the arrows. The distance between him and Gao Zhengyang was only about a hundred feet.
Under such circumstances, Hei Ying's arrows were undoubtedly faster.
Another three consecutive arrows flew towards Gao Zhengyang's throat, chest, and abdomen.
After the three arrows, he shot another three arrows without hesitation. After taking a breath, Hei Ying shot the last six arrows in two batches.
The sharp whistling sound of the arrows converged, making a sound that was even sharper and more powerful than the arrows. It pierced Gao Zhengyang's eardrums, and his temples were throbbing.
The blood in Gao Zhengyang's body seemed to explode from the sharp whistling sound. If it were not for his Fist Intent, and the titanium alloy controlling his flesh, blood, and Qi. But this time, he was about to be hit.
The whistling sound was not very powerful. At most, it would make Gao Zhengyang dizzy for a moment.
But when the nine arrows flew over and suddenly dizzy, the consequences could be imagined.
It was also because the power was not strong that Gao Zhengyang could not sense it in advance. Fortunately, his strong body could withstand the test.
Gao Zhengyang's adjusted eyes could also clearly capture the trajectory of the nine arrows.
Hei Ying shot nine arrows in a row, and each arrow had a different change. Some were spinning, some were swaying fiercely, and some were flying in arcs.
The nine arrows flew over at the same time. Even with Gao Zhengyang's extraordinary sharp eyes, he felt a little dazzled.
The arrows that were shot in a row had a violent and ferocious momentum like a storm. It was impossible to dodge or hide.
Gao Zhengyang was also full of admiration for Hei Ying's archery skills. He could use the bow and arrow so many tricks without vitality. It was not an exaggeration to call him an archery grandmaster.
He Feiyu's archery skills were not even worthy of carrying Hei Ying's shoes.
Gao Zhengyang moved half a step sideways again, dodging the five arrows that were the most threatening and had strange trajectories. The Dragon King's Halberd smashed the two arrows that were aimed at his chest and lower abdomen.
His left leg twisted strangely, dodging an arrow that was aimed at his calf. The arrow stuck close to his trousers, deeply nailing into his feet. Only a white feather was left on the hard stone platform.
The last arrow aimed at his face was dodged by Gao Zhengyang by tilting his head.
At this point, the Black Eagle's nine consecutive arrows had all failed.
However, the Black Hawk's speed was not much slower than the arrows. Gao Zhengyang had only dodged nine arrows when the Black Hawk arrived in front of Gao Zhengyang.
At some point in time, he had already thrown away the short bow in his hand. His hands were like eagle claws as he clawed at Gao Zhengyang's eyes.
Black Eagle's slender fingers were covered with long, sharp nails that looked like black blades. The dark light on the fingernails was so deep that it made people's hearts palpitate.
Gao Zhengyang sneered inwardly. Black Hawk was courting death. If he hid in the sky, he might be able to get a draw.
In close combat, Black Eagle was courting death. Gao Zhengyang was just about to kill this Eagle Race being with a single strike. However, he suddenly sensed something.
Something was wrong. Behind him, two arrows had actually turned around and were flying towards his back.
Gao Zhengyang hesitated for a moment before giving up on the idea of cheating. The battle on the Divine Martial Arena might be seen by others.
There was no need to expose his special power for a battle.
With a flip of his hand, the Dragon King Halberd that was as agile as a dragon accurately deflected the arrows that were flying towards him.
His gloomy eyes revealed shock for the first time. Gao Zhengyang waved his halberd and deflected the arrows. This move was too beautiful.
That halberd in Gao Zhengyang's hands was like a real dragon. It was domineering and full of spirituality.
Black Eagle was secretly glad that his Turning Arrow was unparalleled in the world. Gao Zhengyang was caught off guard and had no choice but to be on the defensive. This also gave him a chance.
No matter how perfect his use of the halberd was, he had no chance to use it.
Black Eagle's claws increased in power, wanting to use his claws to win in one strike.
The Eagle Race's claws were the most famous close combat secret art in the world.
Black Eagle's claws had been smeared with all sorts of spirit herbs since he was young and had long been refined to be as hard as diamond. Even an iron wall could be easily clawed through.
Gao Zhengyang's left hand clenched into a fist and suddenly blasted out like a heavy cannon. At such a close distance, the cannon fist was still the most explosive power.
His fist was like a heavy cannon, extremely explosive and ferocious.
The moment the Black Hawk's claws collided, it was unable to withstand the unparalleled and extremely violent fist force. The nails on its two claws were immediately broken and sent flying. Its ten fingers were twisted and deformed at the same time. Even its two hands were torn apart.
Gao Zhengyang did not give Black Eagle a chance. Taking advantage of Black Eagle's wide open chest, he blasted out a punch.
With a muffled bang, a large hole suddenly exploded on Black Eagle's back. Flesh and blood suddenly spurted out like lava.
Black Eagle's bright eyes instantly dimmed. At this time, even if he wanted to admit defeat, he could not open his mouth.
He could only reveal a pleading look in his eyes.
Before this, Black Eagle never thought that he would beg for mercy from the enemy. But at the moment of death, he instinctively wanted to live. This strong survival instinct made him give up the dignity of an expert, let go of all worries, and sent a pleading signal to the enemy.
Gao Zhengyang had wanted to retaliate and blast this Eagle race being into smithereens. But the pleading look in the other party's eyes made his heart move.
In the Divine Martial Arena, there was no personal enmity between the two sides. The other party was also a barbarian. He could still be considered an ally of the human race. Under this premise, it seemed that he could let the other party go.
After all, killing the other party might not necessarily give him more benefits.
At the last moment, Gao Zhengyang took back the Dragon King Halberd. "I can let you go this time …"
Gao Zhengyang did not finish his words, but the meaning was clear. He wanted Black Eagle to give him a satisfactory condition.
Black Eagle was not stupid. He quickly gathered his breath and said, "I'll give you my Cloud Splitting Bow."
Seeing that Gao Zhengyang was silent, Black Eagle hurriedly said, "I'll also give you my Yi Shooting Nine Suns Secret Technique."
Gao Zhengyang felt a little dissatisfied. Killing Black Eagle would also give him his weapon. Maybe he could even get his entire family's wealth. Giving him such a small thing, the other party was clearly too insincere.
"What you gave me, I can get it even if I kill you."
Black Eagle was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. It was fine being blackmailed, but what made him depressed was that he met a guy who knew nothing.
"Inheriting everything from the other party is a bloody battle. You have to request it before the battle. "
Black Eagle was almost pleading, "I'm participating in the battle, how can I bring so many things. Yi Shooting Nine Suns is the world's strongest bow and arrow secret technique. The Houyi Pearl in my hands can directly learn this secret technique through divine sense, it has endless benefits … "
"Okay."
Gao Zhengyang thought for a moment and finally agreed. He remembered what Tyrant Bear said during the battle, they would not stop until one party died. He originally thought that Tyrant Bear was born fierce, but now that he thought about it, it was because Tyrant Bear was too greedy. Seeing that he was weak, he wanted to obtain everything, which was why he started the bloody battle.
Black Eagle used a lot of strength to take out a red pearl from his bosom.
His chest was opened up with a big hole the size of a face plate, but the pearl was not lost, it could be considered lucky.
Gao Zhengyang took it and touched it with his divine sense. Inside the red pearl, a series of images appeared.
Those images were of a person shooting a bow at the blazing sun. There was also a corresponding secret heart chant.
Yi Shooting Nine Suns secret technique was profound and mysterious. Gao Zhengyang was fascinated by it.
Although he was not good at archery, he liked to throw the Dragon Emperor Halberd to kill people. Yi Shooting Nine Suns secret technique seemed to have opened a window for him.
It made him suddenly realize that throwing the Dragon Emperor Halberd was simply crude and ridiculous.
If he threw the Dragon Emperor Halberd at Black Eagle, it was guaranteed that he would not even get a hair.
As for the various exquisite bow and arrow secret techniques, Gao Zhengyang was not very interested.
Yi Shooting Nine Suns secret technique, the most fundamental was actually the boldness and decisiveness of shooting the sun. And this heaven defying lofty aspiration, was also to Gao Zhengyang's liking.
In terms of Martial Dao concept, it was also in line with Gao Zhengyang's martial arts path.
Gao Zhengyang had a feeling that this Yi Shooting Nine Suns secret technique was exactly what he needed.
Gao Zhengyang, who was immersed in the secret technique, suddenly heard King Tianping's announcement: the competition was over, Shura Of Gojoseon won.
When Gao Zhengyang opened his eyes again, he had already returned to Gu Tianyue's martial arena.
Lian Jinghong said at the side, "Congratulations, milord, you won again."
Gao Zhengyang waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, this eagle race is also considered an expert, but unfortunately he met me."
"I haven't seen this person before, but I've heard of him. Eagle Yang, the eagle race's most outstanding genius in the last hundred years. Known as the Cloud Splitting Arrow, ranked nineteenth on the Earth List. "
Lian Jinghong praised, "Milord can easily beat him, it can be seen that his skill is profound."
"Haha …"
Gao Zhengyang laughed a few times, then waved his hand and said, "Just a trick. If it were any other place, it would be him beating me up. "
Lian Jinghong was somewhat surprised. Gao Zhengyang just obtained a big victory, but he could actually still be so calm. This temperament really made him sigh in admiration.
He praised Gao Zhengyang in the first place was to indirectly remind Gao Zhengyang to pay attention, to not be muddled by victory.
The Divine Martial Arena's special environment allowed Gao Zhengyang to unleash his advantage to the extreme. But it did not mean that he could really defeat those powerhouses easily.
"Today's harvest was quite bountiful. I'm going to cultivate for a few days, then compete again."
Gao Zhengyang's newly obtained Yi Shooting Nine Suns secret technique was extremely to his liking. He felt that if he could comprehend a few of the key points within, he could greatly increase his combat power.
As for that Cloud Splitting Bow, Gao Zhengyang did not have much use for it instead. He wanted to leave it for Lian Jinghong, but Lian Jinghong refused.
"Milord, since you want to cultivate Yi Shooting Nine Suns, a bow is indispensable. Only by personally drawing the bow and releasing the arrow can you comprehend the power of the bow and arrow. "
Gao Zhengyang nodded his head, Lian Jinghong was right. Even if he did not use the bow and arrow, at least he had to personally practice, to comprehend the changes in the power of the bow and arrow.
The next day, Gao Zhengyang once again came to the training field.
Lian Jinghong had already asked someone to buy a few hundred arrows. The power of the arrows was extremely great, ordinary martial artists could carry weapons at will, but not bows and arrows. If it was not for Lian Jinghong's connections, he would not be able to buy these arrows.
On the training field, there were already more than ten wooden archery targets.
Gao Zhengyang held the Cloud Splitting Bow and shot the arrows under Lian Jinghong's guidance. Lian Jinghong was after all a Master Refiner, and was extremely familiar with the bow and arrow. With his guidance, it would be twice the result with half the effort.
Furthermore, Gao Zhengyang's control over his body had already reached a perverse level. Even the profound and profound fist techniques, he could learn them in a single try.
The variations of the bow and arrow were ultimately far from having as many variations as fist techniques.
In just a short while, Gao Zhengyang could practically draw the bow and release the arrow. In less than two hours, he was already hitting the target 100% of the time.
Using the body to draw the bow and arrow was actually very simple. However, the Yi Shooting the Nine Suns Mystic Technique was a powerful mystic technique that had to be coordinated with the acupoints and martial soul.
Gao Zhengyang could easily comprehend the concept within, but if he wanted to cultivate the mystic technique step by step, who knew how long it would take.
Fortunately, he did not really want to learn the bow and arrow, but wanted to grasp the concept of the Yi Shooting the Nine Suns Mystic Technique, the heroic spirit, and the heaven-defying godly aura.
In the red pearl, a person with a blurry face continuously raised the bow and shot the sun.
The blazing suns that shone across the nine heavens were shattered by his arrows.
After repeatedly looking at the mystic technique left behind by the divine sense, Gao Zhengyang completely gave up on the technique, the changes in energy, and so on. He wanted to focus on experiencing the godly aura of the person shooting the sun.
Something like the godly aura was not energy, acupoints, or martial soul. At least, it was not completely a martial soul.
A martial soul was a mystic technique that used the core concept of the mystic technique as the foundation, combined with energy and divine sense to form.
The so-called godly aura was actually the core of the martial soul. It was a person's sense of spirit, a feeling that came from the heart. It was a kind of comprehension.
As long as one comprehended it, and accumulated enough energy and acupoints, then one could condense a martial soul.
Gao Zhengyang did not want a martial soul, he just wanted the godly aura of the Yi Shooting the Nine Suns.
This godly aura was to his liking, and it was compatible with his spirit. Therefore, the comprehension was extremely smooth.
Gao Zhengyang also knew that the Dragon Emperor Nine Transformations was his foundation for him to reach this step. No matter what kind of peerless mystic technique there was, there was no Dragon Emperor Nine Transformations that could fit his body's state. In addition to the Dragon Emperor Halberd and the True Dragon Blood left behind by Ao Zhen, he had a unique advantage in cultivating the Dragon Emperor Nine Transformations.
No matter how good the Yi Shooting the Nine Suns was, he could not cultivate from the beginning. He could only take the godly aura and make it his own.
For ten consecutive days, Gao Zhengyang ran to the martial arts arena every day and sat for an entire night.
On the eleventh night, Gao Zhengyang, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly shattered the red pearl in his hand.
Lian Jinghong, who was guarding Gao Zhengyang from afar, had a look of regret in his eyes.
The Yi Shooting the Nine Suns Mystic Technique was truly a peerless mystic technique among archery techniques. Unfortunately, Gao Zhengyang did not care about anything else and squeezed out the divine consciousness within it, causing the divine consciousness of this mystic technique to completely dissipate. The inheritance in this pearl was thus severed.
Lian Jinghong secretly estimated that if this mystic technique was given to the right person, it would not be a problem to exchange it for a Rank 9 Divine Soldier.
On the other side, Gao Zhengyang suddenly opened his eyes, and a divine light shot out from his eyes like a sword.
Lian Jinghong instinctively felt a chill when he was swept by Gao Zhengyang's gaze.
That feeling was like a divine bow was drawn and aimed at him, ready to release an arrow.
His life was completely in the other party's hands.
The most terrifying thing was that in Gao Zhengyang's eyes, there was an unparalleled arrogance that seemed to look down on the world. It was as if even the heavens and earth were under his control, and if he was not satisfied, he could split the heavens and the earth.
Gao Zhengyang had this kind of aura in the past, just that it was not as strong as it was now.
Lian Jinghong also let out a long breath. No matter what, at least Gao Zhengyang had learned something. Moreover, in terms of aura, he actually had the aura of a Rank 9 powerhouse.
Although he did not know how much Gao Zhengyang had learned, just by looking at the aura he displayed, he knew that he had improved greatly.
Gao Zhengyang let out a long laugh, stood up, and said to Lian Jinghong, "I have a feeling that I will definitely win today."
Lian Jinghong was about to speak, but Gao Zhengyang had already activated the Divine Martial Seal and entered the Divine Martial Ring.
On the huge water mirror, a man in black armor stood opposite him.
The next day, Gao Zhengyang once again came to the training field.
Lian Jinghong had already asked someone to buy hundreds of arrows. The arrows were extremely powerful, and ordinary martial artists could carry weapons at will, but not bows. If not for Lian Jinghong's connections, he would not have been able to buy these arrows.
On the training field, there were already more than ten wooden archery targets.
Gao Zhengyang held the Cloud Splitting Bow and shot arrows under Lian Jinghong's guidance. Lian Jinghong was after all a Master Blacksmith, and was extremely familiar with bows and arrows. With his guidance, it would be twice the result with half the effort.
Moreover, Gao Zhengyang's control over his body had already reached a monstrous level. Even the profound and mysterious fist techniques, he could learn them in a short time.
The variations of the bow and arrows were not as varied as the fist techniques.
It did not take long for Gao Zhengyang to be able to shoot arrows. In less than two hours, he had a hundred percent success rate.
Using the body to shoot arrows was actually very simple. But the Yi Shoots the Nine Suns Secret Technique was a powerful secret technique that needed to be coordinated with the acupoints and Martial Soul.
Gao Zhengyang could easily comprehend the concept within, but if he wanted to cultivate the Secret Technique step by step, who knew how long he would have to wait?
Fortunately, he did not really want to learn the bow and arrows, but wanted to grasp the concept of Yi Shoots the Nine Suns, the heroic spirit, and the heaven-defying spirit.
In the red pearl, a person with a blurry face kept shooting the sun with his bow.
The blazing suns that shone across the nine heavens were shattered by his arrows.
After repeatedly looking at the secret technique left behind by the divine sense, Gao Zhengyang completely gave up on the technique, the changes in energy, and so on. He wanted to focus on understanding the spirit of the person shooting the sun with his bow.
Divine Qi was not Essence Qi, acupoints, or Martial Spirits. At least, it was not completely a Martial Soul.
Martial Soul was a secret technique that used the concept of the secret technique as the foundation, combined with energy and divine sense to form.
The so-called spirit was actually the core of the Martial Soul. It was a person's sense of spirit, a feeling that came from the heart. It was a kind of understanding.
As long as one understood it, and accumulated enough energy and acupoints, then one could form a Martial Soul.
Gao Zhengyang did not want a Martial Soul, he just wanted the spirit of Yi Shoots the Nine Suns.
This spirit was to his liking, and it was compatible with his spirit. Therefore, the understanding was extremely smooth.
Gao Zhengyang also knew that the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Emperor was his foundation. No matter what secret technique there was, there was no Nine Transformations of the Dragon Emperor that could fit his body. In addition to the Dragon Emperor Halberd and the True Dragon Blood left behind by Ao Zhen, he had a unique advantage in cultivating the Nine Transformations of the Dragon Emperor.
No matter how good Yi Shoots the Nine Suns was, he could not cultivate from the beginning. He could only take the spirit and make it his own.
For ten days in a row, Gao Zhengyang went to the arena every day and sat for the whole night.
On the eleventh night, Gao Zhengyang, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly shattered the red pearl in his hand.
Lian Jinghong, who was guarding Gao Zhengyang from afar, had a look of regret in his eyes.
Yi Shoots the Nine Suns was really an unparalleled secret technique in archery. Unfortunately, Gao Zhengyang didn't care about anything else as he extracted the Divine Sense from it, causing the Divine Sense of this secret technique to completely dissipate. The inheritance in this pearl was severed.
Lian Jinghong secretly estimated that if this secret technique was given to the right person, it would not be a problem to exchange it for a Level 9 Divine Soldier.
On the other side, Gao Zhengyang suddenly opened his eyes, and divine light shot out from his eyes like swords.
When Gao Zhengyang's gaze swept past him, Lian Jinghong instinctively felt his heart skip a beat.
That feeling was like a divine bow was aimed at him, ready to release an arrow.
His life was completely in the hands of the other party.
The most terrifying thing was that in Gao Zhengyang's eyes, there was an unparalleled arrogance, as if even the heavens and earth were under his control, and if he was not satisfied, he could split the sky and the earth.
Gao Zhengyang had this aura in the past, but it was not as strong as it was now.
Lian Jinghong also let out a long breath. No matter what, at least Gao Zhengyang had learned something. Moreover, in terms of aura, he actually had some of the power of a Level 9 powerhouse.
Although he did not know how much Gao Zhengyang had learned, just by looking at the aura he displayed, he knew that he had improved greatly.
Gao Zhengyang laughed, stood up, and said to Lian Jinghong, "I have a feeling that I will win today."
Lian Jinghong was about to speak, but Gao Zhengyang had already activated the Divine Martial Seal and entered the Divine Martial Arena.
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