After a month, the number of spectators had dropped to a hundred.
Dugu Jue, Chu Zhongtian, Dantai Mingyue, and Murong Qingcheng were eliminated one by one. After all, they were still too young, unable to contend against these peak geniuses who had cultivated for thousands of years, or ancient freaks who had cultivated for nearly a hundred thousand years. It was not easy for them to reach this stage. Dugu Jue originally had a chance to go one step further, but unfortunately, he encountered the thirteenth ranked quasi-sovereign, Ye Jianhuang of Yaksha Race. Therefore, Dugu Jue, who had never feared death, chose to forfeit. After all, once the difference in strength was too great, there was no point in making a breakthrough. He wasn't afraid of death, but he wouldn't throw his life away either.
The former Lifeless Blade Artist and current Lifeless Blade Emperor, Leng Feifan, was also eliminated. His luck was even worse than Dugu Jue's, as he was matched against the fifth ranked quasi-sovereign, Four-Winged Dragon Emperor of Demons. Four-Winged Dragon Emperor's true form was a demonic dragon. Not only did he possess the powerful constitution of the dragon race, but he also possessed a comprehensive ability that was not inferior to anyone. Even some old freaks chose to forfeit, not to mention Leng Feifan. Including this time, Leng Feifan had forfeited three times. Previously, he was matched against Child Emperor of Evil Spirit Race and Wolf Emperor of Demons.
When the number of people remaining reached a hundred, the Asura Spring boiled, and each person obtained ten drops of Asura Spring Water. It was not hard to imagine that after the battles, everyone's cultivation base would reach the limit of eighth layer Life and Death realm. In the near future, there would be a large number of Supremes. Of course, the premise was that they couldn't die before the battles were over.
"It's getting more and more difficult. These old fellows have truly hidden themselves deeply."
Golden-robed Emperor's expression was not as relaxed as before. None of the remaining hundred people were easy to provoke. They were either famous quasi-sovereigns or old freaks who had hidden themselves deeply. Some old freaks were the easiest to be vigilant against. After all, before knowing the opponent's strength, one would always want to give it a try. They would not easily forfeit.
"Among the old fellows, we have to pay attention to those six."
Yan Qingxuan suddenly pointed at the six old fellows of each faction.
"Eh?"
The golden-robed emperor looked at Yan Qingxuan in surprise, not knowing where her confidence came from.
Ye Chen said: "It's not wrong to believe in her. Her mysterious path involves fate, so it shouldn't be difficult for her to see through a person's strength."
"Since that's the case, I'll trust you this once. I wonder, how many of those six old fellows do you think I will not be able to defeat?" The golden-clothed emperor asked.
Yan Qingxuan said, "The black-white old man and the yellow-robed old man are not your match. If you meet them, just forfeit immediately. As for the other four, three of them are extremely dangerous. If you meet them, you will have to give it your all and even make some breakthroughs to defeat them. The last one is roughly on par with you. Of course, this is just a rough estimate.
The golden-clothed emperor was about to say something, but his gaze was attracted by the situation in the arena. It turned out that a new round of fights had begun. On one side was the human purple-robed emperor, and on the other side was the unknown yellow-robed old man from the Demons. Due to the rules of the Shuraba Field, the audience couldn't hear what they were saying. The purple-robed emperor didn't know that the yellow-robed old man was extremely dangerous, so he didn't choose to forfeit.
Yan Qingxuan frowned. The yellow-robed old man was scarier than she had imagined. He seemed to have sensed that Yan Qingxuan was talking about him, so he turned his head and looked at Yan Qingxuan, revealing an unfathomable smile.
"Not good."
The golden-clothed emperor wanted to warn the purple-robed emperor, but it was too late. He could only hope that Yan Qingxuan was wrong. However, he trusted Ye Chen a lot. If Ye Chen said that Yan Qingxuan's mysterious path was very powerful, then it must be true.
"Young man, this old man doesn't want to kill people. Unfortunately, if I don't kill you today, who knows how many of my people you will kill in the future?" The yellow-robed old man said to the purple-robed emperor.
The purple-robed emperor frowned. He had a bad feeling in his heart. This yellow-robed old man didn't seem simple, but he had never seen or heard of him before.
"Who are you?"
The purple-robed emperor asked.
"I'm just a fisherman by the river of fate."
The yellow-robed old man shook his head, not wanting to say more.
"You're just trying to be mysterious. Take this!"
The purple-robed emperor shouted. He waved the purple fan in his hand, causing time and space to distort, turning into a sky-covering fan shadow that swept towards the yellow-robed old man.
Buzz!
The time and space rippled like water. The yellow-robed old man's body was like a reflection in the water, shaking along with the ripples, becoming blurry. However, when the fan shadow disappeared, the purple-robed emperor's pupils shrank. His opponent didn't even try to dodge, and actually dodged his ultimate move. What kind of movement skill was that?
"The purple-robed emperor is in danger."
Ye Chen sucked in a deep breath. Ever since he started cultivating, this was the first time he had seen someone with such a deep comprehension of time profound. At least fifty percent, no, it might have reached sixty percent.
"Time and Space Revolution."
The purple-robed emperor was the purple-robed emperor after all. Since he had decided to fight, he wouldn't back down. Pushing his Zhen Yuan to the limit, the purple-robed emperor instantly turned into four human figures. The four figures waved their purple fans, and instantly, a purple whirlwind wrapped around the yellow-robed old man. The powerful spinning power combined with the yin and yang profound was enough to reverse time and space.
The yellow-robed old man still didn't try to dodge. His lips moved slightly as he started chanting.
Hearing the yellow-robed old man's chanting, the entire crowd went silent. Everyone seemed to see their own reflections in the river of fate.
"Chanting of fate, it's the Demons Lich Emperor."
An uproar broke out on the human side.
Lich was a terrifying bloodline. The curse of being unable to become a Supremacy for the rest of their lives allowed them to obtain heaven-defying strength. However, the Lich bloodline rarely left the Demon Realm and rarely appeared in front of people. According to records, a peak Lich Emperor was invincible below the Supremacy level. Only the legendary Great Demon King bloodline could suppress one.
"So this old guy is a Lich Emperor. No wonder."
In the Evil Spirit and Yaksha camps, some people curled their lips, looking fearful. Anyone who heard the name Lich Emperor would be extremely careful. Even the Evil Sword Emperor, who was ranked fourth on the Quasi-Venerable List, opened his eyes and glanced at the yellow-robed old man.
As the chanting sounded, the purple whirlwind froze. The yellow-robed old man gently pushed the purple whirlwind aside and walked toward the purple-robed emperor step by step. The purple-robed emperor wanted to move, but in front of the chanting of fate, he couldn't even move a finger. In the end, the yellow-robed old man pointed at the purple-robed emperor's forehead.
The vitality in his eyes dissipated, and the purple-robed emperor's aura disappeared.
"The Lich Emperor is still so abnormal."
The Four-Winged Dragon Emperor sighed. The Lich bloodline was very mysterious even among the Demons.
"The more abnormal one's family is, the better."
The Sky Demon Emperor, who was ranked second on the Quasi-Venerable List, grinned.
"The purple-robed emperor is dead!" The golden-robed emperor, who was beside Ye Chen, muttered.
Ye Chen comforted the golden-robed emperor. He knew that the purple-robed emperor had a good relationship with the purple-robed emperor. The purple-robed emperor's death was a big blow to him.
Ye Chen turned his head and glanced at the yellow-robed old man, who had returned to the spectator stands. He shook his head. Once a fisherman by the River of Fate entered the river, he would no longer be able to see fate clearly. The muddy river would drown and devour him.
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