Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The voice of the Asura Manor's person-in-charge reverberated throughout the spacious space, causing many people to look over.
Instantly, the Manchurian Flame Clan's person-in-charge's face turned ugly as if he had eaten a fly. Even though he had a steady mind, at that moment, his eyes were filled with sharp killing intent.
They had actually lost two out of the three battles. Especially the third battle, it was a complete loss, causing many experts of the Manchurian Flame Clan to reveal an uneasy expression.
After all, the miserably defeated old man had a certain status in the Manchurian Flame Clan. His cultivation was also monstrous, as if he was a god in their hearts.
However, this god had suffered a crushing defeat. This caused them to feel even more fear toward the person in charge of the Asura Mansion.
The Manchurian Flame Clan's person-in-charge naturally saw all of this. The reason why he was about to go berserk was related to this. The Manchurian Flame Clan's morale was at an all-time low.
If they wanted to salvage the situation, they could only defeat the Asura Manor's person-in-charge on the arena.
With that thought in mind, the Manchurian Flame Clan's person-in-charge summoned an expert who also possessed an Ancient Bloodline and whispered something into his ear. The latter nodded his head and stepped onto the arena.
"Boom …"
As soon as he stepped onto the arena, the Manchurian Flame Clan's expert erupted with an unparalleled aura. Divine energy surged around him like boiling water, causing the surrounding space to ripple. At the same time, the ripples spread throughout the entire arena.
Although the blood energy could still penetrate his Divine Energy, at the same time, the Asura Manor's person-in-charge also felt an enormous pressure. His face instantly turned solemn.
The members of the Manglan Flame Tribe were no fools. After experiencing the previous match, they naturally understood the advantage that the person in charge of the Asura Mansion had. Therefore, the expert from the Manglan Flame Tribe who came up to the stage was not like the previous one who unleashed a ferocious and reckless attack. On the contrary, he revealed a stance of wanting to fight a protracted battle.
With that, both sides felt an enormous pressure. Although the Manchurian Flame Clan's expert had to endure a little more, after experiencing the previous battle, the Asura Manor's person-in-charge's situation was not optimistic.
Moreover, as he looked at the Blood Energy around him that was slowly fading, his expression darkened. He knew very well that it would not be beneficial for him if he continued to drag things out. In the end, he chose to attack.
The person in charge of the Asura Manor took out a blood-colored flag. On the flag, there were many cryptic markings that resembled blood grooves. It was a rather ghastly sight.
"Out."
As he poured a strand of blood energy into the flag, the runes on the flag seemed to have come to life as they twisted and twisted. In the end, they even broke free from the restriction of the flag, turning into blood dragons with sinister expressions as they charged towards the expert from the Mang Flame Clan.
Without a doubt, in order to refine this flag, the person in charge of the Asura Manor had hunted down countless flood dragons and infused their soul essences into the flag. This was the only reason why the flag was so effective.
The expert from the Wildflame Clan did not panic when he saw the flood dragons charging towards him from all directions. With a flip of his hand, a shining blade appeared in his hand. He brandished it, leaving afterimages as he chopped the blood-colored flood dragons one after another. He dealt with them with ease.
Clearly, when the two of them could not completely suppress the other party, they were still fighting a battle of attrition. In the end, the two of them left the stage, no longer having the strength to continue fighting.
In this way, the Mang Flame Clan had lost four out of the five peak Ninth Stage Saint Realm experts with the Ancient Bloodline, leaving only one.
However, on the Human Race's side, there was no longer an expert that could match up to him.
Based on the current situation, the Human Race seemed to have the upper hand. However, Feng Hao and the others still had a heavy heart.
Without a doubt, if there was no one that could contend against this expert with the Ancient Bloodline, the Human Race would definitely lose.
At this moment, the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan revealed a relaxed smile. After giving some instructions to the people beside him, he personally walked onto the stage.
"Is there anyone in the Human Race who dares to fight with me?"
A loud voice rang out from his mouth. His voice was like a tidal wave that swept across the entire stage, spreading to every corner.
His imposing figure stood upright on the stage like a giant. His eyes were filled with indifference as he looked down on the Human Race's experts.
That kind of contempt caused many people to be enraged. If looks could kill, he would have been riddled with holes long ago.
"Let me."
Shortly after, a peak Saint Realm expert from the Human Emperor Mansion's camp roared and charged onto the stage like a swift leopard.
"This is bad."
Dongfang Zheng and Feng Hao's faces changed at the same time. However, it was already too late for them to stop him. They could only watch as he charged onto the stage.
"Bang …"
The person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan only made a move, a single punch, and the Ninth Order Saint Realm expert from the Human Emperor Mansion was sent flying. The expert crashed onto the stage's barrier and vomited a mouthful of blood.
"My side admits defeat."
Seeing this scene, Dongfang Zheng shouted without any hesitation.
Although the person in charge of the Mang Flame Clan wanted to end the life of the Human Emperor Mansion's expert, he suppressed his urge after sweeping his gaze across the stage.
"Can't even withstand a single blow."
Disdainful words were spat out from his mouth. His cold gaze made all the experts in the Human Race's camp feel a chill in their hearts. No one could refute him.
One must know that the opponent was also a peak Ninth Order Saint Realm expert, but he couldn't even withstand a single punch from him. It was clear that his strength wasn't something an ordinary person could compare to.
Looking at the expert being carried off the stage and being treated by Feng Hao, the Human Race's camp fell into silence.
Who would be able to fight him …
Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness and sadness.
"If the Human Race doesn't send out anyone within ten minutes, it'll be considered as admitting defeat."
On the high stage, an old man beside the white-haired old man spoke, his voice echoing throughout the entire arena.
As a result, the morale of the Human Race's camp plummeted …
In order to save their morale, the Mortal Emperor Manor, Asura Manor, Nine Nether Manor, and even some of the experts from the various clans allied with the human race rushed towards the battle stage like moths flying into a flame. In the end, they were defeated one after another. There were even a few who lost their lives on the spot, all for the sake of delaying their defeat.
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