Your strength doesn't match your arrogance at all.
A cold voice rang out. There was a tinge of mockery and arrogant in it, but it was even colder.
The white-robed man's head was cut off by Nie Tian's sword before he could even react.
Without any warning, the sword was extremely fast and fierce. It was beyond the expectations of the man in white and everyone else present.
This was the first time Nie Tian had used a sword. Who would have thought that his sword intent would be so terrifying?
The white-robed man had been extremely arrogant and looked down on Nie Tian. Now, his fate was laughable.
To kill the white-robed man, Nie Tian had used the Starlight Heaven Slash, but that was all.
"He's … dead?" After more than a dozen seconds of silence, someone finally came to his senses and gasped. He looked at Nie Tian with trembling eyes, his expression one of extreme shock.
No one had expected Nie Tian's strength to reach such a terrifying level.
But this wasn't what shocked them the most. What they couldn't accept the most was that Nie Tian had actually dared to kill the white-robed man.
The white-robed man was obviously a young master from a large faction. His status was extraordinary.
However, Nie Tian's attack was decisive and ruthless. He had killed the white-robed man with a single strike, leaving no chance of survival.
These young masters often went to the Asura Battle Platform to play, but it was always to torture and kill martial slaves.
But today, this white-robed man had been killed by Nie Tian. This was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Stinking brat, you killed him?" At this moment, the black-clothed referee came to his senses. He was stunned for a moment and cried out in surprise.
Nie Tian slowly raised his head. His eyes were cold and gloomy. "He's just an idiot. Is there a problem with killing him?"
"Brat, you …" The black-robed referee's face darkened. He felt as though a huge rock was pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Eighth Brother!" In the next moment, a howl resounded, and then a white clothed man appeared. His completely red eyes were like those of a wolf as he stared fixedly at Nie Tian, and he wished for nothing more than to tear Nie Tian into pieces.
The man in white who had just died in the hands of Nie Tian was his eighth brother!
"Murong Qi!" At this moment, the black-clothed referee saw the white-clothed man and was stunned. He asked in astonishment, "The person who just died, was he from the Murong family?"
The man in white before him was called Murong Qi, and he was a member of the five great clans of the Yinyue Empire.
The Yinyue Empire was extremely powerful. Other than the Yinyue Imperial Family, there were also five great clans.
The Murong Clan was one of the five great clans of the Yinyue Empire.
The Swift Wind Clan was also one of the Five Great Clans, and it was once the leader of the Five Great Clans. At its peak, the Swift Wind Clan could even rival the Yinyue imperial clan.
However, after the small incident with the Swift Wind Clan, the Swift Wind Clan was suppressed by the imperial family. Now, their reputation was far from what it used to be, and they had already fallen to the bottom of the five great clans.
The black-clothed referee did not expect that the person who had just died in the hands of Nie Tian was actually a member of the Murong Clan.
A disciple of a great clan had died in the Dark Asura Arena. Even if it was an accident, the Dark Asura Arena had to bear a certain amount of responsibility.
The black-clothed referee could only pray that the person who had just died did not have a high position in the Murong Clan.
"Another one to die?" Nie Tian raised his head and looked at Murong Qi. He smiled Cold, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Damned brat, how dare you kill a member of the Murong Clan? You're courting death!" Murong Qi roared angrily. He took a step forward, and the aura around his body exploded.
"Young Master Murong, this brat's strength is a little strange. Stand down first. I will arrange for the cultivators of the Asura Arena to deal with him." The black-clothed referee was stunned, but he quickly reacted and said hurriedly.
The Murong Clan had already lost a member. If Murong Qi were to die as well, it would be very troublesome.
The black-clothed referee knew that Murong Qi was a direct descendant of the Murong Clan. His status was extraordinary.
"He killed my eighth brother. I will kill him with my own hands!" However, Murong Qi didn't seem to care at all. She let out a furious roar and descended from the sky to confront Nie Tian.
The black-clothed referee's eyes trembled. If he interfered now, it would be the same as breaking the rules of the Dark Asura Arena.
"Murong Qi is a mid-stage Paramount God. Given his strength, he should be able to kill this silver-haired brat." The black-clothed referee thought for a moment, but in the end, he steadied himself.
He felt that Murong Qi's strength was enough to kill Nie Tian.
At that moment, the crowd reacted. Their expressions changed, and they cried out in alarm.
"Oh my god! A direct descendant of the Murong Clan has appeared! "
"This silver-haired brat is in big trouble. He just killed a member of the Murong Clan!"
"The one who offered him as collateral was the young master of the Galewind Clan. It seems that this brat has a close relationship with the Galewind Clan. Do you think the Murong Clan and the Galewind Clan will come to blows because of this?"
The crowd chattered excitedly, their eyes blazing with excitement.
Today's battle against the Asura King was even more exciting than they had imagined.
"Holy shit! Murong Qi is making a move! "On the other side, Gale Little's eyes widened when he saw Murong Qi making a move.
He was very worried about Nie Tian's safety.
He knew that Murong Qi was one of the three geniuses of the Murong Clan, and he was very strong.
Furthermore, Nie Tian had said that his peak battle prowess was that of a mid-stage Paramount God, and Murong Qi was a mid-stage Paramount God.
However, Murong Qi was no ordinary mid-stage Paramount God. His battle prowess was definitely comparable to a late-stage Paramount God.
"Don't worry. Nie Tian is much stronger than you think." But Mizuhara Kaori, who was standing beside Gale Little, had a calm expression on her face. She didn't look nervous at all.
Gale Little was taken aback. He glanced at Mizuhara Kaori and thought to himself, 'Could it be that Nie Tian's strength is even more terrifying than a mid-stage Paramount God?'
Meanwhile, on the Asura Battle Platform.
"Stinking brat, do you know who you just killed? His surname is Murong, and he's from the Murong Clan! "Murong Qi's eyes were cold as he shouted angrily.
"So what if he's from the Murong Clan?" The corner of Nie Tian's mouth curled up, and he said in a Cold tone, "Just because his surname is Murong, I have to stand still and let him kill me willingly?"
"That's right!" Murong Qi roared angrily. "You lowly martial slave, you're nothing but a beast to be tortured to death. What right do you have to kill someone from the Murong Clan?"
"Hmm?" Nie Tian's eyes narrowed when he heard Murong Qi's words, and his expression turned grim and murderous. He said in a Cold tone, "So in your eyes, martial slaves aren't humans at all. They're just beasts to be tortured to death.
"But let me tell you today, martial slaves aren't beasts. They're humans too!
"Not only will I kill your brother today, but I'll also kill you!"
As his Cold voice fell, terrifying black runes rose from Nie Tian's body, and his aura instantly skyrocketed.
Since Murong Qi didn't see martial slaves as humans, then he, Nie Tian, didn't need to see Murong Qi as one either!
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