"Humph, the devil's disciple is really not a good person!"
Seeing the strange donkey stealing the limelight, Zhu Xiu was so angry that his nose was crooked, especially those Taoist orthodoxies and ancient families from the Divine Land. They had planned to let their juniors fight for the Foundation Establishment Stage and show off, but now all the limelight had been stolen by the strange donkey. They knew they were no match for the donkey, so they didn't want their children to lose to the donkey. Therefore, many aristocratic families and Taoist orthodoxies, who had planned to let their children fight for the Foundation Establishment Stage, simply withdrew and let the strange donkey do as it pleased …
However, the strange donkey was the devil's disciple, after all. His disturbance reminded everyone of the little devil. Because of what happened in the Small Immortal Realm and the Devil Abyss, the Divine Land and the little devil had a complicated relationship. According to the Divine Land's intention, the Divine Land had even issued a gag order to prevent people from mentioning the little devil so that he would be forgotten as soon as possible. However, the donkey's great disturbance at the Martial Arts Competition had made the little devil's name famous again, which was contrary to the Divine Land's intention.
"However, the third round is about to begin!"
Someone said in a low voice, "A new legend is about to be born. He will suppress all enemies, like the rising sun, and make the stars dim!"
Such words made Zhu Xiu of the Divine Land feel a little relieved.
Although the rise of Childe Fusu made the ancient families of the Central Region feel a little unhappy, it was still acceptable. After all, the most famous person in the world before this was Fang Xing, the little devil. In particular, the devil's last battle, in which he single-handedly defeated the Seven Great Masters of the Divine Land, made his name spread far and wide like the sun in the sky.
Since that battle, although the little devil had died, his limelight did not diminish. He even overshadowed Shao-situ of Fuyao Palace, who had always been known as the number one in the younger generation of the Divine Land. More importantly, this incident started because the Divine Land wanted to sacrifice him. Therefore, his name was equivalent to a stain on the reputation of the ancient families of the Divine Land. The more famous he was, the more the ancient families of the Divine Land would lose face!
Instead of covering this up by blocking the news or even reversing the truth, it would be better to promote a new genius as soon as possible so that his brilliance would overshadow that devil. Then, all the cultivators in the world of cultivation would forget about that devil as soon as possible …
Fusu of the Yuan family should be able to do this!
The preparation for the third arena was perfect. Compared to the previous two arenas, the arena was undoubtedly wider, and the power of the Sealing Talisman was stronger!
At this moment, countless people looked at Childe Fusu of the Yuan family. This person was sitting cross-legged on the Minor Hua Peak, beside the Old Immortal of the Yuan family. His eyes were lowered, and his aura was concealed. He seemed to be indifferent. He seemed to have turned a blind eye to the countless surprised and fervent gazes of the people around him. He just guarded his heart with a carefree expression. He faintly had the elegant bearing of an Immortal, and he was extraordinary!
However, to Zhu Xiu's slight disappointment, this Childe Fusu did not immediately ascend the arena to reveal his invincible bearing. Instead, a tall man ascended the arena. This man was neither a disciple of the Sage of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds, nor was he an expert secretly nurtured by the Small Immortal Realm. His white robe was empty, and there was no sign of brilliance on it. He looked like a rogue cultivator …
This was somewhat puzzling. Which cultivator in the world hadn't heard something from the rules of the third arena of the Fuyao Palace? The third arena was actually prepared for the disciples of the Sage Faction. Only the 100 disciples of the Sage Faction in the Philosophers Daoist Square could reach such a shocking realm. Even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were no match for those who were below the lifespan of three sixty-year cycles. Who else could reach such an astonishing realm?
And this man, or rather, a rogue cultivator, where did he get the courage to ascend to the third arena?
Was he asking to be humiliated?
"Hehe, old man, are you going to open the bet or not?"
In the forest, there were already people gathered in front of the big green rock of the old fortune-teller and teased him.
"Of course, of course. Who do you want to bet on?"
The old fortune-teller said lazily with a pile of spiritual essences piled behind him. They were all his harvest from the morning.
"Everyone says that you have an iron tongue. I would like to ask, who will win the battle between this rogue cultivator and the disciple of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds?"
The cultivators all giggled as they came over to ask. There were some who were moved, wanting to make this old man pay.
"Hehe, I bet that the rogue cultivator will win …"
The old man's eyes shone with cunning light as he said with a smile.
Zhu Xiu was overjoyed and rushed forward, ready to make a big bet. At this moment, the person who had already entered the arena was a disciple from the Penglai Immortal Island in the eastern region of the Divine Continent. He was also a disciple of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds. Zhu Xiu and the others rushed forward and fought to bet on the disciple of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds. The scene was in chaos, and many people stared at the old fortune-teller's spiritual essences.
However, the battle in the arena soon shocked them!
The disciple of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds was indeed extraordinary. He controlled three fire dragons and displayed shocking fire techniques, wanting to kill his opponent in one move.
However, the rogue cultivator opposite him was not flustered at all. He took a step forward with his halberd and swung it horizontally …
"Bang!"
Under Zhu Xiu's shocked gaze, the disciple of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds spat out a mouthful of blood and fell off the arena. He could not even stand up.
Everyone was shocked and fell into silence!
How could the disciple of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds be so weak?
Even if this kid can only be considered to be amongst the weakest in the Philosophers Daoist Grounds, he shouldn't have been struck down like this, right?
"I, Lu Fengxian, am willing to challenge the disciple of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds with my halberd. Who dares to challenge me?"
However, at this moment, the tall man in the arena waved his halberd and shouted at the void around him. There was a hint of sadness on his face, as if there was a fire of anger in his chest. His shout was filled with determination and his aura surged, scattering the clouds in the sky. He seemed to have grown much taller and stood proudly in the middle, challenging the enemies around him!
"Lu Fengxian, is that the abandoned son of the Lu family, the once invincible Lu Fengxian?"
The surrounding Zhu Xiu was shocked. Some people remembered this once famous abandoned son of the Lu family.
Looking at the rogue cultivator, the old fortune-teller smiled and muttered to himself, "This guy seems to have suffered a lot …"
"How dare you offend the prestige of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds?"
After that shout, someone else quickly stepped onto the arena. It was another disciple of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds from Baek Ok-kyung in the southern region of the Divine Region. He carried a long sword on his back and was obviously angered by the words of the abandoned son of the Lu family. The Philosophers Daoist Grounds could be said to be extremely sacred in the Divine Region, and these disciples of the Philosophers Daoist Grounds were all proud of their status. Of course, they would not allow others to look down on them …
"Who cares about the Philosophers Daoist Grounds and the geniuses of the world? I'm just a rogue cultivator. Why should I be afraid of anyone?"
Lu Fengxian did not say anything else. He shouted and charged forward with the halberd in his hands.
The halberd swept across the sky with a monstrous aura. He did not even care how his opponent reacted and directly attacked with a violent force.
"Crack!"
The opponent had just taken out his treasure and did not even have the chance to activate its power before he was knocked out of the arena by the halberd.
He killed his opponent with one strike. His power was unparalleled.
Whether it was Zhu Xiu of the Divine Region or the important figures of the other orthodoxies, they were all stunned by this person. They could see that this person's cultivation was only at the Golden Core Mahayana Realm and should have entered the Self Severing Realm. However, his cultivation did not seem to be much higher than his opponent's. He only had extraordinary strength and an invincible aura. More importantly, this person seemed to be full of resentment. Every attack he made was an attack with all his strength and did not leave any way out. As a result, his attacks seemed to have exceeded his own realm and directly knocked his opponent out of the arena.
If it was a life-and-death battle, his opponent might have a chance to turn the tables. However, in the arena, he could not possibly go up and fight again, right?
"Hahahaha, the disciples of the Saints Daoist Grounds are just so-so. With me here, who else dares to fight me?"
After defeating two opponents in a row, Lu Fengxian stood in the arena and waved his halberd, shouting angrily at the people around him.
"Don't be arrogant. I'll fight you!"
After a moment of silence, another person shouted and rushed into the arena. However, this person was not a disciple of the Saints Daoist Grounds but a true disciple of another orthodoxy.
"Get lost!"
Lu Fengxian shouted loudly. The heavy halberd swept across the sky and swept through the mountains.
He seemed to have suppressed a bellyful of anger and had purposely come here to vent it. His attacks were merciless, and in less than an hour, he had actually consecutively defeated eight opponents. Among these eight people, there were disciples of Saints, and there were also disciples of Daoist orthodoxies. It could be said that all of them were ordinary people, but under his halberd, none of them could withstand more than three moves. Everyone's mana was shattered by him, and they were mercilessly smashed off the arena, losing all their face …
"You've been in the limelight enough. Let me send you off the arena …"
Finally, there was a top-notch expert who could not sit still. He stepped into the arena with a cold shout. It was actually the Divine Son of the Meng family, an ancient aristocratic family in the central region.
"Come on then!"
Lu Fengxian looked at this person and did not see the seriousness and respect that a disciple of an ancient aristocratic family should have. It was as if he was facing an invincible person. As soon as his opponent stepped into the arena, Lu Fengxian directly swung his halberd and rushed up. The Heavenly Halberd swept across the void and tore a huge hole in the void. It was as if a black bolt of lightning had appeared out of nowhere and attacked the Divine Son of the Meng family, who was hundreds of feet away.
"You do have brute force …"
The Divine Son of the Meng family was slightly shocked. He took a step back and formed seals with both hands, setting up layers of array patterns to block the attack.
After shouting in a deep voice, he was about to take the opportunity to fight back. However, he did not expect Lu Fengxian's second attack to follow closely after the first one.
Boom!
This attack was even heavier. The Divine Son of the Meng family was caught off guard. He could only shut his mouth and take the attack head-on, taking half a step back.
"Again!"
Lu Fengxian shouted and the third attack followed closely. There was no time for him to take a breather or gather his power in between.
The Divine Son of the Meng family had a grave expression. He could only forcefully summon his mana and take another attack, taking two steps back.
However, he did not expect Lu Fengxian to be so merciless. He attacked continuously and each attack was as heavy as a mountain.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
After nine attacks, he had already retreated to the edge of the ring. His face was frighteningly pale and full of grievance. On the other hand, Lu Fengxian became more and more courageous as the battle went on. He smashed his halberd horizontally with a force that was even heavier than the previous attacks. The Divine Son of the Meng family let out a muffled roar and his power exploded. He used all his mana to break Lu Fengxian's Heavenly Halberd, but he could no longer stand steadily and fell out of the ring.
He had won another battle. He had won nine consecutive battles!
Zhu Xiu's expression was already extremely shocked. His face was full of surprise and confusion.
On the other hand, Lu Fengxian was extremely heroic. He shouted loudly, "What Philosophers Training Grounds? What Saints' Followers? You've been praised so highly by people, but you don't have a single true genius. It's a pity that the only opponent worthy of my attention can't enter this ring …"
After saying that, his face turned pale. He took out a bottle of wine and poured it onto the ring.
"Devil, it's a pity that you died …"
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