This result made many people sigh.
Although Dongfang Zheng had relied on the Black Tortoise Divine Armour to protect himself, he did not have the strength to continue fighting, so he could only dejectedly leave.
Dongfang Zheng knew that he had succeeded when he heard Feng Hao's words. Even if he had to be carried off the stage, he was still extremely happy.
After all, he had killed an expert with an ancient bloodline, which was equivalent to weakening the clan's strength.
Compared to the cheers from the human side, the expressions of everyone in the Wildflame clan's camp were rather gloomy, or even ugly. They were ferocious and terrifying. Even the grand elder of the Wildflame clan was the same. His eyes flickered with sharpness as killing intent overflowed.
There were extremely few experts with ancient bloodlines, and it was even rarer to find one with a pure bloodline. Yet, one of them had been killed, so it was easy to imagine what the Wildflame clan was feeling.
"Bastard."
Following a furious shout, another person from the Wildflame Clan rushed out and entered the arena. He appeared to be middle-aged, but his aura surged like a vast ocean. It gave people the illusion that he could destroy the world, causing everyone's breathing to involuntarily slow down.
This middle-aged man's gaze was like the edge of a blade as it swept across Dongfang Zheng and Fenghao's bodies. The sharpness penetrated deep into one's bones, as if he wanted to disregard everything and kill the two of them. It was because he wanted to suppress this kind of impulse that even his body was trembling slightly. The aura that permeated from his body caused the surrounding space to fluctuate, appearing like waves that were slowly undulating.
Without a doubt, the middle-aged man also possessed an ancient bloodline. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Ninth Class of the Saint Tier, a cultivation that could definitely allow him to look down on the world.
The person in charge of the Asura clan and the person in charge of the Nine Nether Hell Manor looked at each other, before directly walking towards the stage.
"Boom …"
As soon as the person in charge of the Nine Nether Halls stepped onto the stage, he immediately endured the frenzied attacks from the middle-aged man. Like a madman, he wielded a pagoda-shaped Saint Artifact as he left behind a series of afterimages. He struck the person in charge of the Nine Nether Halls repeatedly, causing him to stagger backwards. In the end, he only managed to block the frenzied attacks after summoning a round mirror that seemed like an ocean.
This fight was undoubtedly the most violent one. One of them wanted revenge, while the other was truly enraged. Both of them fought with all their strength. Immediately, the stage was enveloped by violent gales, and deafening explosions continuously rang out, causing the hearts of the people outside the stage to tremble.
This crazy attack only ended after a violent explosion and a figure retreated in a miserable manner.
The person who retreated from the stage was the person in charge of the Nine Nether Halls. At this moment, he was in an extremely miserable state as well. His body was riddled with wounds, especially the hand that held the round mirror. It was drenched in blood, while his entire arm was covered in cracks. It was as terrifying as a rice field that had split apart due to drying up.
It could be seen just how powerful the middle-aged man's attacks were. Even people of similar strength would find it difficult to endure.
However, although the person in charge of the Nine Nether Halls had lost, he had also made the middle-aged man pay a bloody price. At this moment, although the middle-aged man was still on the stage, he was panting heavily. Blood dripped from his hand that held the Saint Artifact onto the ground.
It could be seen that the price he had paid was not low either. Even his aura had withered, no longer as vast and violent as before. Clearly, he no longer had the strength to continue fighting after such a consumption.
Although they had won a round, there were no cheers from the Mang Flame clan. Every single one of them had a grim expression as they looked towards the human side with sharp killing intent.
No matter how unwilling he was, the middle-aged man still left the stage under the person in charge of the Mang Flame clan when he saw the person in charge of the Asura Manor walking towards the stage.
As the person in charge, he needed to calmly face everything that might happen.
He knew very well that the middle-aged man no longer had the strength to continue fighting. If he stayed on the stage, he would definitely be killed.
He had already lost a person, so he did not want another pillar to fall.
After the middle-aged man left the stage, he was naturally replaced by an old man who also possessed an ancient bloodline.
Bang bang bang …
As the old man walked onto the stage, a wave of blood-red Divine Energy erupted from the person in charge of the Asura Manor. Almost in an instant, it enveloped the entire stage, as if a sea of blood was slowly rising and falling.
The Blood Energy had an unparalleled corrosive property. Moreover, it was all-pervasive. Feeling the needle-like pain, the old man's expression changed. Terrifying Divine Energy erupted from his body to resist the Blood Energy's corrosion.
However, a strange thing happened. The corrosive power of the blood energy was so strong that it exceeded everyone's expectations. It could even corrode and penetrate the old man's Godly Power. There was no hole that it could not penetrate. Wisps and wisps of the Godly Power pierced into the old man's body like steel needles.
"Damn it."
The old man increased the output of his Divine Energy. After realizing that it did not have much effect, he cursed angrily. Suddenly, his figure exploded. Dragging an afterimage behind him, he charged towards the person in charge of the Asura Manor as if he wanted to perish together with the old man.
However, the person in charge of the Asura Manor who had such an advantage would not foolishly fight a wild wolf that was trapped in an iron cage.
He wandered around the blood-red stage, dodging the old man's attacks time and time again. Unless he had no other choice, he would not go head-on with the old man.
This was a long battle. Although he was confident that he could win, the person in charge of the Asura Manor chose to preserve his strength by using the advantage of the Blood Energy to wear down his opponent.
An hour later, he succeeded. Almost all of the old man's Divine Energy had been penetrated by the Blood Energy. His body was drenched in blood, as if he was a ferocious ghost that had crawled out of a pool of blood.
Due to the loss of blood, the old man's aura gradually weakened. Seeing that the person in charge of the Asura Manor was still as agile as a fish in the sea of blood, the old man, who no longer had the strength to fight, finally chose to leave the stage.
Victory, a complete victory. Although the person in charge of the Asura Manor had consumed a certain amount of energy, he could still fight. He stood in the middle of the blood-red stage. His eyes were crimson red, and every single strand of his hair was bright red. He was like a god from the Asura Blood Sea. His aura was terrifying as he looked down on everyone.
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