Wanjie Lou and the others stood on a square that seemed to be paved with marble. The square was too big and boundless, and no one could see the end of it.
"Who wants to give it a try?"
Wanjie Lou and the others looked at the so-called arena curiously and hesitantly. They kept encouraging the people around them to give it a try. No one was willing to be the first to try it.
"Mo Chong Lou, you go. You can simulate any opponent's battle. It's perfect. You can also help promote our Three Realms Mixed Group."
In the crowd of Three Realms Mixed Group, Manager Yu rolled his eyes and smiled.
"Mo Chong Lou, you are a demon god, the god of war of the demon world. You should be the first to fight."
The Great Vice Manager looked at Mo Chong Lou kindly and lightly nodded.
"Demon Lord, you should go and gain some popularity. You are almost forgotten."
Hades had a look of pity on his face, and his tone carried a hint of sorrow.
Mo Chong Lou was speechless.
"I, Zhu Houzhao, will go first."
Just when Mo Chong Lou was swayed by the words of Manager Yu and the others, in the Eight-Nation Alliance's camp, Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao's blood was already boiling from the encouragement of Song Taizong, Zhao Guangyi, and the others. He couldn't wait to find an opponent and fight for three days and three nights.
A loud voice suddenly rang out in the arena, instantly attracting everyone's attention. The other people who had intended to try the arena stopped in their tracks and turned their eyes to the Zhengde Emperor, Zhu Houzhao, who was striding forward with his head held high.
"Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao? People from the Eight-Nation Alliance? They actually beat him to it. "
"Zhu Houzhao is at the sixth rank, and his strength is considered to be in the middle level in Wanjie Lou. He should be able to try the function of the arena."
"I wonder who he will choose as his opponent."
… …
Following Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao's reply, Zhu Houzhao's virtual consciousness seemed to have stepped into another dimension, into another space and time.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhengde Emperor Zhu Houzhao, including the top experts in Wanjie Lou.
"Please set the battle environment, opponent's strength, race, magical equipment, and cultivation method. If the customer does not make a specific choice, the arena will default to everything corresponding to the customer, race, or magical equipment!"
Because this was the operational state of the arena, everything was public. Even the people surrounding them could hear a cold mechanical voice asking Emperor Zhu Houzhao.
"Set an opponent who has cultivated his Embodiment Transformation Grand Technique to perfection."
Zhu Houzhao, the Zhengde Emperor, said excitedly.
This was a great battle that everyone in the Wanjie Lou was paying close attention to, so he had to treat it seriously. Thus, the Zhengde Emperor, Zhu Houzhao, chose the most famous tenth level cultivation method of the Wanjie Lou.
Rumble ~ ~ ~
The alternate dimension that Zhu Houzhao, the Zhengde Emperor, was in changed rapidly. A vast starry sky appeared. The starry sky was not filled with stars, but with large worlds, grand and simple.
A figure suddenly appeared, shrouded in chaotic light. It was hard to see whether it was a man or a woman. Unparalleled energy flowed, and the divine power was peerless. Invisible, vast power was emanating.
It was the embodiment of eternity. In a flash, one figure after another appeared. There were nine of them, and in the distance, there were many blurry figures. Not all of them appeared.
"Bang ~"
Before the crowd saw this figure make a move, Zhu Houzhao, the Zhengde Emperor, was shocked by the powerful energy. He exploded into a bloody mist and turned into ashes.
With the fall of Zhu Houzhao, the blurry voice dissipated, and so did the vast starry world. Everything returned to normal.
Then, the crowd saw Zhu Houzhao, the Zhengde Emperor, walking out with a dull expression. The crowd could not feel the power of the blurry voice with their own eyes. Only when they faced it in person could they feel the incomparable divine power of the voice.
That was the real powerhouse. When he blinked his eyes, the stars would vanish, and when he raised his hand, the world would turn upside down.
"Stupid. A sixth-rank powerhouse wants to fight with a tenth-rank powerhouse? Isn't he looking for death?"
"He didn't even have a chance to fight with him, and he exploded. So low."
"I think he must be here to make fun of us."
"We wanted to see if we could find out the function of the arena, but he died before we even fought."
… …
Wanjie Lou and the others were stunned. Many people had a playful expression on their faces. The other people of the Eight-Nation Alliance also laughed unscrupulously, as if Zhu Houzhao had nothing to do with them.
"Zhao Ji, you are the most arrogant one. I can beat a hundred of you."
Zhu Houzhao, the Zhengde Emperor, who had planned to go back, said angrily when he saw Song Huizong, Zhao Ji, and the others laughing wildly.
"I want to beat a hundred Zhao Ji."
Zhu Houzhao, the Zhengde Emperor, retreated from the arena again and shouted.
"Ding dong! Hello, customer. If you choose Zhao Ji as your opponent, it will violate Zhao Ji's personal privacy. Please get Zhao Ji's permission. Otherwise, the arena will not allow it. "
The cold mechanical voice sounded in everyone's ears.
"F * ck! Okay, I agree! "
Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, was enraged. He admitted that he might be a little weaker than the Righteous Emperor Zhu Houzhao, but if Zhu Houzhao wanted to beat him a hundred times, it was simply a pipe dream.
The arena changed again. One hundred figures appeared in an ancient battlefield, lined up neatly. They looked exactly like Song Huizong and Zhao Ji. Each of them held a golden sword in their hands. It was Song Huizong and Zhao Ji's own sword.
"Kill!"
"Kill him!"
The mighty army of Song Huizong, Zhao Ji, rushed toward Zhu Houzhao with red eyes.
"Good. Watch how I beat you to death."
Zhu Houzhao licked his lips, and a hint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. He was the most aggressive emperor in the Eight-Nation Alliance.
He was afraid of death in the arena, and the other emperors were unwilling to fight with him. Now, a hundred Zhao Ji of Song Huizong could be his opponent.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! " … … "
A hundred Zhao Jis of Song Huizong were dressed in golden dragon robes and stood on swords, dancing in the air. They looked elegant and handsome, and in order to embody the beauty of art, they flew in arcs, full of streamlined feeling.
The audience was speechless.
Was this a dance?
"Whoosh!"
Zhu Houzhao, Zhu Houzhao, flew into the sky and directly rushed toward the crowd of Zhao Ji of Song Huizong.
"Ah! ~ ~ ~"
Zhu Houzhao, the Emperor of Zhengde, had unknowingly produced a black broadsword in his hand. Raising the sword, he chopped off the head of the man who had rushed to the front.
Outside the arena, Zhao Ji of Song Huizong touched his head subconsciously, and found that it was intact. The corner of his mouth twitched a few times. It was really a strange feeling to see people who looked exactly like him die.
"I only killed one. I still have ninety-nine more. If we swarm together, we can cut you into pieces."
Zhao Ji of Song Huizong noticed the strange eyes around him and said confidently.
He had this confidence. He knew very well that he still had a lot of trump cards. Naturally, he also had the same trump cards.
The next moment, the crowd that swarmed over saw that one of them was killed, and quickly retreated. They spread out in all directions with nervous expressions, controlling their flying swords to kill Zhu Houzhao from a distance. No one dared to move forward.
Zhao Ji of Song Huizong, "…"
The audience was speechless.
"Swoosh!"
Zhu Houzhao, Zhu Houzhao, stomped his right foot on the ground and shot up, rushing toward one of the people. Seeing this, the others hurriedly withdrew their flying swords and hurriedly ran away on their flying swords. They had no intention of rescuing their teammate who had been killed by Zhu Houzhao.
In the following battle, the Zhengde Emperor, Zhu Houzhao, wielding a black machete, chased after the fleeing Song Huizong and Zhao Ji. After killing five or six people, the others were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they immediately surrendered.
"Which level are these two masters at?"
Many people in the audience rubbed their faces, a little confused.
This exaggerated battle was a late-stage sixth-level master fighting against a hundred other sixth-level masters?
If they remembered correctly, in the cultivation system, a sixth-level master was already an immortal.
Zhu Houzhao, the Zhu Houzhao, who carried a black broadsword and shot out explosively like a raging bull, was actually a late-stage sixth-level master. Moreover, he was suppressing a hundred sixth-level Song Huizong and Zhao Ji, and had the absolute upper hand.
"This is not me. When I fight with the guards, I am very familiar with the Heaven and Earth Manifestation and the Heavenly Spirit Thirty-Six Transformations."
Outside the battlefield, Zhao Ji of Song Huizong's face was livid. These people were just his clones, too mechanical, rigid, and too timid.
He could become a giant tens of thousands of feet tall with a Heaven and Earth Manifestation. He could smash a mountain with a punch, and he could break a river with a stomp. How could he not be a match for a raging bull?
"If I were to command these people, I would first use the Heaven Creation Palm to seal off Zhu Houzhao's surroundings, and then use the Immobilization Spell to freeze Zhu Houzhao."
"If it still doesn't work, I can use the Heaven and Earth Manifestation. A hundred giants taller than the sky can easily trample Zhu Houzhao into a meat patty."
Seeing the mocking gazes thrown at him, Zhao Ji's face darkened, and he hurriedly explained his response plan.
Everyone was dumbfounded. This sixth-level emperor had the cultivation level, but he was too timid.
The wave of attacks seemed aggressive, but after Zhu Houzhao killed one of them with a single slash, the others were scared out of their wits. Heaven and Earth Manifestation? Thirty-Six Transformations?
Do you still remember who you are?
Damn it, you only killed six or seven people, and you want to surrender? Why don't you go to heaven?
"Roar!"
Seeing the gazes of Emperor Huizong of Song and Zhao Ji, the Emperor of Zhengde, Zhu Houzhao, looked up to the sky and roared with excitement. He waved his black machete like a triumphant warrior.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! … … "
In the next moment, countless golden lights shot out as fast as lightning, and Zhu Houzhao was instantly pierced by the countless golden lights. His voice stopped abruptly, and his face was still full of excitement as he fell to the ground.
At the same time, the trembling Zhao Huizong and Zhao Ji, who had been surrendering, tore open a clone jade slip. A clone that emanated the aura of a rank 9 clone stepped out of the jade slip and shot out a beam of golden light.
"Zhao Ji, how dare you play dirty!"
As the Righteous Emperor Zhu Houzhao died, the ancient battlefield disappeared. The Righteous Emperor Zhu Houzhao walked towards Emperor Huizong of Song with a furious expression and roared.
"I won!"
Zhao Ji's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth.
He was an honorable emperor, so how could he sneak up on others? The hundred Zhao Jis just now had nothing to do with him.
Everyone was speechless. It seemed that the dead Zhao Ji also had a ninth-level clone jade slip, but he was killed by a black broadsword just like that.
"Race: Original world's innate god, no magic treasure, realm: peak late-stage ninth-level, the highest limit of the original world."
After Zhu Houzhao, the Emperor of Zhengde, and Zhao Ji, the Emperor of Song, fell into a quarrel, some people thought of other uses of the arena. Sect Leader Tongtian stepped out and entered the arena.
In the crowd, the black-robed Hong Jun's face darkened. This was Sect Leader Tongtian testing his strength.
"Race: Original world's Vicious Kun Peng, realm: deity, precious technique: Kun Peng precious technique."
Shi Hao also entered the arena. Clearly, he had thought of a real use of the arena.
"Clone me with a billion years of battle experience."
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