The Void Ocean Arena was a sealed area that was made of a special stone crystal. Furthermore, the entire arena was protected by a large array. Even a Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lord wouldn't be able to damage it.
There were some guards of the Spiritual Hall at the entrance.
"Fifty Primal Crystal Stones will be deducted from each person."
The entrance fee was enough to make some cultivators go bankrupt.
Zhao Feng and company had Void Ocean Tokens that contained a certain number of Primal Crystal Stones, so they could be deducted.
Xiao Ma, who was leading the way, felt slightly pained, so he also deducted his Primal Crystal Stones.
"That brat has already won twenty-nine battles. Let's keep going and tire him out."
"That's one to twenty-five."
"Aye, my five hundred high-grade Primal Crystal Stones."
In the arena, there were loud shouts and cries, accompanied by some sorrowful wails.
There were a total of eight arenas in the arena.
Most of the spectators were gathered on the east side of the arena. The spectator stands nearby were already filled to the brim.
"He's a genius from the True Martial Sacred Land?"
"He's only in his early twenties, but he's already at the Origin Core Realm."
Everyone's gazes landed on the short-haired youth on the eastern arena.
The short-haired youth wore pure black robes, and his appearance was extremely ordinary. He wouldn't be eye-catching in the crowd.
However.
On this stage where numerous Xeno-race experts were gathered, his every move was the focus of attention, and it caused some young girls to think highly of him.
"This is a genius from the True Martial Sacred Land?"
Loulan Zhishui felt slightly disappointed at first glance.
In her mind, a genius from a sacred land of Spirit Realm should be tall and valiant, cold and extraordinary, or domineering and arrogant.
However, the short-haired youth in front of her wasn't tall, and he was even slightly skinny.
"Senior Martial Brother Chen, the opponents outside the Sacred Land aren't challenging at all …."
The short-haired youth had an unwilling expression as he looked toward a tall and skinny youth on the southern arena.
"You weren't proficient enough in the moves just now, or else you could have finished the battle faster."
The tall and skinny youth shook his head faintly.
The short-haired youth and the tall and skinny youth were both geniuses from the True Martial Sacred Land.
The tall and skinny youth had the cultivation of a Great Origin Core Realm, so no one challenged him.
The short-haired youth had the lowest cultivation, and he was only at the early stages of the Small Origin Core Realm.
"The thirtieth match."
One of the judges said.
On the eastern side, there were four Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lord judges.
From this, one could see.
The Void Ocean Spiritual Palace placed great importance on the Eastern Arena.
"Quack! Little boy! Let me, Ma Feiyun, have a taste of your Holy Land's supreme technique. "
An unprepossessing old man in rags jumped onto the stage with a bamboo pole in his hand.
"Ma Feiyun! It's actually the pirate leader who ran amuck for a period of time! "
"This Ma Yunfei is only at the peak late-stage Small Origin Core Realm. However, something happened while I was exploring the forbidden area of the deep sea, and my cultivation dropped to the middle-stage Small Origin Core Realm. "
Some of the spectators recognized Ma Yunfei.
Even though Ma Yunfei had fallen to the middle stages of the Small Origin Core Realm, he wasn't someone someone of the same cultivation as him could be compared to.
"Sky Limitless Shadow Stick!"
Ma Yunfei immediately activated the earth-grade divine weapon in his hand.
The seemingly ordinary bamboo pole transformed into a vast sea of bamboo shadows that stretched out without end and covered the heavens and the earth, and it carried a ghastly and merciless aura of swallowing everything.
"Earth-Grade divine weapon … Earth-Grade battle technique …!"
Zhao Feng's heart shook slightly.
He was sure that Ma Yunfei's strength wasn't any weaker than the late-stage Small Origin Core Realm pirate leader from before. In fact, Ma Yunfei was even more vicious.
The skeletal Division Leader might be able to beat him in a one-on-one fight, but it would probably take at least a hundred moves.
"Old man, your tricks aren't enough in the Spiritual Sacred Land."
The short-haired youth's mouth twitched.
"Heaven Star Shattering Technique!"
The short-haired youth didn't retreat or give way. He punched out again and again, causing the air to rumble. Hundreds and thousands of fist lights and astral winds tore through the sky. Their momentum was majestic, and they had a terrifying aura that could shatter the heavens.
Boom! Boom!
Ma Yunfei's Sea of Bamboo Shadows and Forest Shadows were peeled off layer by layer, as if they were bearing the impact of meteors weighing millions of kilograms.
"This brat …!"
Ma Yunfei was pushed back. He suddenly realized that his several hundred years of battle experience wasn't of any help in front of his opponent's fists.
Every time the short-haired youth punched out, there seemed to be boundless pressure surging over, and there was also an ancient and tyrannical aura.
Every punch pressed down on his body and soul.
Boom!
Ma Yunfei's body was suddenly hit by a fist light that was propelled by a hundred meters of astral wind, and his body was sent flying.
Wah!
The instant he landed, Ma Yunfei spat out a mouthful of blood, and several of his bones were broken.
"What's going on? He didn't even last ten moves. "
"The pirate leader who dominated the world was defeated so quickly?"
The crowd gasped in surprise.
The audience felt that the short-haired youth's strength wasn't that terrifying, but his opponent had been so carelessly defeated.
"Strong. Even a late-stage Small Origin Core Realm wouldn't be able to last ten or twenty moves against this youth. "
Although Zhao Feng didn't use his God's Spiritual Eye, his state of existence was at the Great Origin Core Realm, so his senses were sharp.
In reality.
Only the Sovereign Lords at the Great Origin Core Realm could sense the true power of the short-haired youth's bloodline skill.
"He's already won thirty battles."
The spectators were waiting for a new challenger.
At this moment in time:
The odds of the short-haired youth winning increased to one to twenty-eight.
In other words:
As long as the opponent won, one Primal Crystal Stone could win twenty-eight Primal Crystal Stones.
Furthermore, the odds would continue to increase as the short-haired youth won. Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Right at this moment, two powerful auras flashed through the air and headed toward the eastern arena.
"This brat. Leave him to me. "
"Hahaha …. I bet a hundred thousand high-grade Primal Crystal Stones on myself. If I win, I'll get several million high-grade Primal Crystal Stones."
The two auras had both reached the late-stage Small Origin Core Realm.
One of them was a purple-armored male, and the other was a chubby middle-aged man.
"Number thirty-one and thirty-two are challenging each other."
"They're both late-stage Small Origin Core Realms, and one of them seems to be at the peak late-stage Small Origin Core Realm."
The excitement of the spectators was ignited once more.
These two opponents were obviously stronger than the previous ones.
The chubby middle-aged man was at the peak late-stage Small Origin Core Realm, and he would become a Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lord with just one more step.
"Boring."
The short-haired youth's mouth twitched.
"How about this? You fight both of them. The odds are the same."
The other genius from the Sacred Land, the tall and skinny youth, laughed and said.
"Ah? One versus two? "
A few of the referees were astonished.
After all, the Spiritual Hall was the banker, and if they lost, they would lose a lot.
Their gazes landed on a black-skinned elder. This person was obviously the person in charge of the arena, and his aura was close to the Void God Realm.
"Sure."
The black-skinned elder gave the tall and skinny youth a deep glance.
"Hahaha, that's a bit challenging. You two can come at me together."
The short-haired youth laughed.
What!? One versus two?
Everyone paused, and the crowd broke into an uproar.
"Quick!"
"Place your bets!"
At this moment, the short-haired youth's odds were one to thirty.
This was insane.
More and more people started to place their bets.
After all, there were two late-stage Small Origin Core Realms, and one of them was even at the peak stage.
"Heaven Spirit Shattering Star Technique!"
The short-haired youth was filled with battle-intent, and his fists became more condensed as wisps of an ancient bloodline aura appeared.
Sky Changing Nine Swords!
Ten Directions Supreme Fist!
The purple-armored male and the chubby-faced middle-aged man attacked with mockery in their eyes.
As soon as the two of them appeared, they joined hands and attacked together. Their attacks were interlocked, supporting each other as they attacked continuously.
"I remember now! Those two are the Two Despairs of the Purple Sovereign, and they specialize in teamwork. They once fought against a Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lord together."
"Two Despairs of the Purple Sovereign? It's those two! "
The crowd of spectators became even more excited.
The Two Despairs of the Purple Sovereign!
The purple-armored male and the chubby-faced middle-aged man were a team that always worked together.
"The battle-power of the Two Despairs of the Purple Sovereign is close to the Great Origin Core Realm when they team up."
Zhao Feng clucked his tongue.
Without using his God's Spiritual Eye and the Hundred Cursed Corpse Curses, he was most likely not their match. Even with the skeletal Division Leader, he only had a fifty-fifty chance of winning.
After all.
The Two Despairs of the Purple Sovereign complemented each other, and they both had Earth-Grade weapons.
Bam ~ ~ ~ ~
The battle on the arena started to clash.
Although the short-haired youth's techniques were extremely profound, the difference in cultivation was too big.
Under normal circumstances, the difference in True Yuan between an early-stage Small Origin Core Realm and a late-stage Small Origin Core Realm was two or three times stronger.
"This brat's not bad. He's still so strong against the two of us. "
"Unfortunately, his cultivation isn't high enough. If he was at the middle-stage Small Origin Core Realm, we might be the ones to lose."
The Two Despairs of the Purple Sovereign revealed a faint smile. They weren't in a rush to win and just wanted to wear down the short-haired youth's True Yuan.
Hmph!
The short-haired youth's expression became grim. He couldn't suppress the two anymore.
"Open!"
The short-haired youth waved his arms, and an ancient bloodline aura surged from his body.
Suddenly, a layer of dark and ancient markings condensed on his skin and flesh. It seemed like the skin of some sort of savage creature. It was thick and hard, like skin yet not skin, like scales yet not scales, and even had the texture of a carapace.
"Junior Martial Brother Jiang, don't!"
The expression of the tall, skinny youth changed dramatically.
"That bloodline aura …!"
The Two Despairs of the Purple Sovereign felt like they couldn't breathe, and their bloodline started to tremble.
Whoosh!
The two's attacks still engulfed the short-haired youth.
The short-haired youth was still circulating the bloodline power in his body, so he didn't even try to dodge or defend.
"Arghh!"
Everyone exclaimed. They couldn't bear to watch.
Rumble!
The short-haired youth didn't move at all. He stood there like a desolate beast and radiated a desolate aura.
Shua!
A fingernail-sized gash appeared on his body, but it quickly healed. The black lines were thick and rough.
"This … how is this possible!?"
The Two Absolutes of the Purple Sovereign exclaimed. Their combined attacks were unparalleled under the Great Origin Core Realm, and no one could escape.
"What's going on …?"
Furthermore, their bodies, souls, and consciousness started to tremble instinctively.
Unknowingly.
The Two Despairs of the Purple Sovereign's knees were already half-bent, and he was about to kneel down. Fear and uneasiness appeared on his face.
At the same time:
All the spectators, even if they were at the periphery, felt their souls, flesh, and blood trembling uneasily.
"How is this possible …?"
Zhao Feng felt his bloodline tremble, and the little thieving cat on his shoulder revealed a rare solemn expression.
Plop! Plop!
Some experts below the peak True Lord Rank knelt on the ground.
This included the sailors next to Zhao Feng. Loulan Zhishui's face was bright red, and her body started to sway.
"That bloodline aura … could it be the Ten Thousand Ancient Races …?"
A Great Origin Core Realm Sovereign Lord couldn't help but exclaim. Even with his state of existence, his body and soul felt uneasy.
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