"This is the strongest expert sent by the Spirit Tribe? That's all you amount to. I alone can wipe out the rest of you! "
Ancient God Gilded Gold looked at the Spiritual Race and arrogantly said.
The remaining Spirit Race participants trembled slightly. They were furious and unwilling, but they could only lower their heads.
Ancient God Gilded Gold defeating Ancient God Ice Origin had utterly shattered their confidence.
Moreover, the Blazing Gold Race's Ancient God Gold Fury had yet to fight, and the Blazing Gold Race also had five Rank Six True Gods.
If the two Ancient Gods of the Blazing Gold Race took turns fighting, they would be able to stabilize their losses at five.
In that case, the Spirit Race wouldn't even get a tenth of the Sky Crystal Fire Spirit Vein.
"I lost!"
Ancient God Ice Origin's expression dimmed as he silently returned to the Spiritual Race camp.
He had originally wanted to make use of this wagered battle between the two clans to shine.
However, he had never expected that his first battle would end in defeat.
"Blazing Gold Race, for the sake of victory, you're truly willing to do anything!"
The Fifth Elder of the Spirit Race growled.
The Blazing Gold Race had proposed a gambling match. On the surface, the Spiritual Race had the upper hand, but the Blazing Gold Race was hiding a trump card that could completely reverse the situation.
For this reason, the Blazing Gold Race had sealed off all information and even used special methods to conceal Ancient God Gilded Gold's true cultivation.
"That's not right. The Blazing Gold Race has as many prodigies as the clouds in the sky, and their strength is tyrannical because of their true ability. It's just that the Spiritual Race disciples are inferior, so how can you slander them?"
Elder Jin of the Blazing Gold Race had a ruddy face as he loudly laughed.
This time, the Blazing Gold Race had ruthlessly crushed the Spiritual Race in front of the many factions of the Ziling Zone.
Elder Jin was extremely pleased when he saw the aggrieved and furious expressions on the faces of the Spirit Tribe members.
"You …"
The Spiritual Race Fifth Elder was so angry that he was trembling, but Ancient God Ice Origin had still lost, so anything he said was useless.
"The battle isn't over yet, let's continue!"
Elder Jin looked at the Spirit Tribe Elder and said proudly.
If the battle continued, the Spirit Race would only suffer more and lose more face!
This was exactly what he wanted to see.
"Gambling duel …"
The Elders of the Spirit Race had complicated expressions and seemed to be struggling.
"There is still hope!"
The Spirit Race's Fourth Elder transmitted to the entire Spirit Race.
"We have eight people, and we also have a chance to challenge them. As long as we defeat the three Rank Six True Gods of the Blazing Gold Race, we can get a share of the Heaven Crystal Fire Spirit vein!"
The Fourth Elder's deep voice resounded in everyone's mind.
The Blazing Gold Race only had seven people left. As long as they could keep their numbers below five, the Spiritual Race would be able to get ten percent of the profits.
The other Spirit Race elders also calmed down a little.
The Spirit Race would lose all face if they admitted defeat.
Moreover, ten percent was better than nothing!
"Now, if you can defeat three members of the Blazing Gold Race, each of you will be rewarded 10,000 contribution points, and if you can defeat a disciple of the Blazing Gold Race, you will be rewarded 40,000 contribution points!"
The Fourth Elder continued when he saw that the disciples of the Spirit Tribe were still in low spirits.
Hearing this, the eyes of the remaining disciples of the Ling Tribe lit up.
Anyone who defeated three Rank Six True Gods would obtain contribution points, and anyone who defeated a disciple of the Blazing Gold Race would obtain forty thousand contribution points.
"The battle continues!"
The wrinkled elder of the Life Sacred Land announced.
"Hehe, you really don't want to give up!"
Elder Jin of the Blazing Gold Race jeered.
He naturally understood that the Spiritual Race wanted to defeat the three Rank Six True Gods of the Blazing Gold Race. This way, the Spiritual Race could obtain ten percent of the Heaven Crystal Fire Spirit vein.
"Okay! If you want to fight, I'll play with you!"
On the stage, Ancient God Gilded Gold gave a savage smile.
It was obvious that Ancient God Gilded Gold had no intention of resting after defeating Ancient God Ice Origin.
The remaining seven members of the Spiritual Race had grim expressions.
Ancient God Gilded Gold had expended a great deal of energy and was heavily injured in his battle with Ancient God Ice Origin.
But with his strength, he could still forcefully defeat a Rank Six True God.
Everyone understood that if they were challenged by Ancient God Gilded Gold, defeat was assured.
"Ancient God Gilded Gold, leave Zhao Feng for last!"
Elder Jin of the Blazing Gold Race messaged Ancient God Gilded Gold.
Earlier, Zhao Feng had taken the limelight. Now, he wanted Zhao Feng to endure more pain and pressure than anyone else.
"Okay!"
Ancient God Gilded Gold nodded.
Although he wanted to finish off Zhao Feng right now, he didn't dare to disobey Elder Jin's orders.
"Let's start from the left."
Ancient God Gilded Gold's eyes locked onto the person on the left.
This was a white-clothed youth, one of the weakest of the ten disciples of the Spiritual Race.
"Go for it!"
The white-clothed youth stepped onto the stage and immediately activated his Spiritual Race bloodline, using the trump card he had been hiding.
Boom! Bang!
Crash! The sky filled with crystalline white light transformed into peerless swords that stabbed at Ancient God Gilded Gold.
Ancient God Gilded Gold's expression chilled as his body surged with golden light.
Dingding! Bangbang!
Ancient God Gilded Gold stood his ground and took on the attack of the Spiritual Race youth.
"Get out of here!"
Ancient God Gilded Gold charged forward, a searing pressure engulfing the white-clothed youth.
He fiercely swung his ancient ax.
A huge golden light shadow blasted the white-robed youth out of the fighting ring.
The remaining six members of the Spiritual Race grimaced.
"I didn't think that after his battle with Ancient God Ice Origin, he would still be able to display such power!"
True God Long Yuan had a grim expression.
Even he wasn't confident that he could defeat Ancient God Gilded Gold.
"You're next! Get up here!"
After defeating one person, Ancient God Gilded Gold's gaze fell on the other Spiritual Race participant.
This youth could only brace himself and use all the techniques he had.
This Spiritual Race youth was a little stronger, and after exchanging ten blows with Ancient God Gilded Gold, he was finally defeated.
At this point, the Spiritual Race had lost four consecutive defeats and only had five people left.
The spectators nearby also gradually lost interest.
This was because the following battles would all be one-sided, and everyone knew the final outcome.
In this gambling match, the Blazing Gold Race would thoroughly rise while Ancient God Gilded Gold would become famous throughout the Ziling Zone.
"I should still have a chance to go on stage!"
Ancient God Gold Fury smiled.
Before the gambling match, he was the strongest member of the Blazing Gold Race in the eyes of others, but he still hadn't gotten on stage.
Bang!
At this moment, another Spiritual Race disciple was thrown off the stage.
Ancient God Gilded Gold had won five consecutive victories!
And the Spiritual Race had lost five in a row!
None of the members of the Spiritual Race could continue watching this scene, and they wanted nothing more than to leave.
Every moment that passed was a form of torture for them.
Only Zhao Feng's expression only flickered ever so slightly from start to finish.
That's perfect. The Blazing Gold Race still has seven people, which adds up to two hundred and eighty thousand contribution points!
With this thought, Zhao Feng's expression became somewhat excited.
Two hundred and forty thousand contribution points was more than enough to exchange for a single technique in the Spiritual Race.
"There are four people left. You can come up!"
Ancient God Gilded Gold pointed to another Spiritual Race disciple.
Whoosh!
A broad-faced youth stepped onto the stage.
"You were already heavily injured and exhausted, and now you've been fighting continuously. You're already exhausted, so let me end you!"
The broad-faced youth's strength was above average among the ten participants.
"Hmph, I said before that I alone can sweep away the weaklings of the Spiritual Race!"
Ancient God Gilded Gold's face was somewhat exhausted, but his words were still arrogant and tyrannical.
Dingding! Bang!
Bang! The two of them exchanged vicious words before clashing.
The broad-faced youth of the Spiritual Race wielded a high-quality divine artifact and ignited his Spiritual Race bloodline as he madly attacked Ancient God Gilded Gold.
This battle had been going on for a long time, and Ancient God Gilded Gold's advantage was not very obvious.
Suddenly:
Ancient God Gilded Gold's eyes flashed as he swung the high-quality divine artifact in his hand.
Clingclang!
The broad-faced youth's saber was snapped in two by Ancient God Gilded Gold.
"My Celestial Wind Sun-Shattering Saber …!"
The broad-faced youth called out in alarm.
His divine artifact was only average-quality and could not compare to Ancient God Gilded Gold's high-quality divine artifact.
Without his divine artifact, the broad-faced youth's fighting power plummeted.
In the end, the broad-faced youth was defeated by Ancient God Gilded Gold.
Ancient God Gilded Gold had won six consecutive victories!
Then, of the three remaining Spirit Tribe members, the weak-looking woman with the weakest strength, walked onto the platform.
A few moments later, she was also defeated.
Seven consecutive victories!
The Blazing Gold Race's Ancient God Gilded Gold had won seven consecutive victories.
The upper echelon members of the Spiritual Race all had ashen faces.
Now that they only had two people left, it was clearly unrealistic for them to take ten percent of the Heaven Crystal Fire Spirit vein from the Blazing Gold Race.
But the Spiritual Race had already lost seven matches in a row. They had to win at least one, or else they would be utterly humiliated.
"Zhao Feng and True God Long Yuan are stronger. Ancient God Gilded Gold will choose to rest. This way, the Spiritual Race can still win one more match!"
The Spiritual Race Elder found it extremely difficult to speak.
"True God Long Yuan, come up!"
But Ancient God Gilded Gold still did not retreat. He continued to challenge the peak Rank Six True God Long Yuan!
"Hmph, I'll definitely defeat you!"
True God Long Yuan's eyes flashed with ruthless light as he flew onto the stage.
Boom!
The pressure of the Spiritual Race bloodline exploded out as True God Long Yuan gripped his golden spear and thrust it at Ancient God Gilded Gold, dazzling with golden light.
"You'll still lose!"
Ancient God Gilded Gold's eyes chilled as he once more used his trump card.
A flow of dazzling Destruction power Upanishad slowly gushed out of his body.
"Golden Light Burst!"
Ancient God Gilded Gold swung his ancient ax, unleashing a massive blade of golden flame. Boom!
Bang!
True God Long Yuan grimaced as he used a secret Spiritual Race bloodline art to avoid a fatal wound.
Heavily injured, True God Long Yuan was powerless to continue, and after a few moments of struggle, he suffered a crushing defeat.
At this time, the only person left in the Spiritual Race was Zhao Feng.
Everyone else had been defeated.
"True God Long Yuan also lost!"
The Spiritual Race Fifth Elder tightly closed his eyes. He did not want to face all this, did not want to see the ugly faces of the Blazing Gold Race.
"The affairs of the world are hard to predict!"
The Spiritual Race Fourth Elder sorrowfully sighed.
He hadn't expected Ancient God Gilded Gold to be so powerful, with so many trump cards and still be undefeated in eight matches.
"Let's concede!"
A Spiritual Race Elder said, a tormented expression on his face.
Someone else was the first to speak, and the other Elders of the Spiritual Race began to express their agreement.
"Zhao Feng, hurry and get back here! Do you still want to continue making a spectacle of yourself?"
Ancient God Ice Origin was in a terrible mood, and when he saw Zhao Feng standing in front of him, he immediately barked.
Many of the Spiritual Race Elders agreed to concede, and the Fourth Elder finally made up his mind.
He stood up and prepared to announce to the Life Sacred Land that the Spiritual Race had conceded.
At this moment, a loud voice interrupted him.
"Slow down! It's my turn now!"
Zhao Feng was rather depressed.
Ancient God Gilded Gold had not challenged him this entire time, so Zhao Feng could only wait.
But now that it was finally his turn, the upper echelon members of the Spiritual Race were actually going to concede. He could not allow such a thing to happen.
Everyone present was stunned by these words, and then they all began to jeer.
At this moment, a peerlessly powerful and heaven-shaking pressure erupted from Zhao Feng's body.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
