Yan Tong was the only one left on that battlefield.
Yan Tong, who had taken on the form of a fiery god of war, stared at the demon battle form that was just as imposing. He was bathed in fiery light, and Yu Sheng's demonic aura seemed to be the complete opposite of each other. They were destined to be rivals.
Endless magma fire flowed and gathered around his body, then solidified.
Gradually, a huge fiery hammer of the fiery god of war appeared before Yan Tong. It was crimson all over, and its temperature was frighteningly high.
He waved his arms and stepped forward, heading for Yu Sheng's body.
Boom. Yu Sheng took a step forward, heading for Yan Tong as well.
Both of them were cultivators who possessed extremely overbearing powers. It seemed that they intended to clash head-on at that moment.
Bang, bang, bang …
Both of them continued to step in the air, causing the world around them to tremble. Yu Sheng's steps were paired with the Footwork of Xuanyuan, infusing the will of the great path of suppression into his steps. The pressure was extremely strong.
Heat waves lashed the air and blasted at Yu Sheng. The magma fire seemed to be about to burn the sky, but Yu Sheng, who was bathed in fire, continued to move forward, breaking through everything. The demon battle axe in his hand came crashing down, and a beam of dark demonic light seemed to have appeared in the air, imbued with extremely overbearing power.
Yan Tong shouted and lashed out with the fiery hammer of the fiery god of war, crashing at the battle axe. That sense of power made everyone's eyes freeze as they stared at the battlefield.
"Boom …"
An earth-shattering crash was heard, and the crowd saw Yan Tong's body being crushed as he plummeted downwards at a rapid pace.
That demonic god-like body continued to step down in the air, and another axe was brought down from the sky. It was the descent of a god.
The blood in Yan Tong's body churned, and his arms trembled, but he still wielded the hammer of the fiery god of war with all his might, bringing it down on the incoming axe.
Accompanied by a violent sound, the Wargod Hammer condensed from flames was split open. The battle axe continued down, chopping down on the body of the Fiery Wargod. With a loud sound, the Fiery Wargod Wargod collapsed. A figure rapidly fell down, coughing up a mouthful of blood, after which it slammed heavily onto the ground.
"Bang." A loud sound rang out, and before Yan Tong could even react, the god-like figure stepped right next to him. Yan Tong closed his eyes as he watched the battleaxe cleaving down, waiting in despair for the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
However, after a while, he opened his eyes and found Yu Sheng glancing at him coldly. Yu Sheng picked up the battle-ax and rushed into the void. Yu Sheng did not kill him.
Perhaps Yu Sheng did not want to cause too much trouble on the battlefield. This was Crimson Dragon Realm, after all.
Yan Tong, who had just escaped from death's door, did not feel relieved. Instead, he felt a little lost.
He was confident that his strength was already at the top of this plane. His will was powerful, and he was half a step into the Saint Plane. Moreover, his Life Spirit attacks were extremely overbearing.
However, today, he encountered an even more tyrannical existence that used the most direct and violent method to suppress him.
Even though the Battle of the Sleeping Dragon had been well-prepared, they still suffered a crushing defeat.
Moreover, he knew how much effort his family had invested in him this time, and how much they had bet on him. He was determined to win.
But now, it was all over.
Yan Tong was not the only one who was done for. Those who had placed their bets on him all looked pale.
The three most popular figures had taken almost 90% of the bets placed on them. However, there was only one left on the Rising Dragon Platform at the moment — Zhuo Xu.
Would that person be able to withstand Yu Sheng's attacks?
Yu Sheng's demon-like figure was imprinted in everyone's minds, as if he was an invincible being.
Yu Sheng did not linger after suppressing Yan Tong, heading straight for another battlefield. Ye Wuchen was still fighting Zhuo Xu. While he did not have the upper hand, he was still able to hold on. Yu Sheng did not help him and headed for another battlefield instead.
Huang Jiuge, Qin Zhuang, and Xu Que, who had been on the defensive all this while, were surrounded by several people.
However, when Yu Sheng stepped forward, their hearts skipped a beat, and their expressions became slightly awkward. Naturally, they had seen the battle just now.
Even someone as powerful as Yan Tong had been suppressed right there and then. How were they supposed to fight?
One of the top-notch figures from the city had been cleaved apart by an ax, and the others had been defeated without putting up a fight.
"I'm withdrawing as well," one of them said, getting ready to leave the battlefield. The others followed suit.
Yu Sheng took a look at Qin Zhuang and the other two. His pitch-black eyes were extremely cold. He switched the ax to the other side, facing the others with the not-so-sharp side and then stepped out.
Those people turned pale right away. What does he mean by that?
They soon knew what Yu Sheng meant by that.
The sound of bones cracking was heard continuously. Their internal organs seemed to have been shattered, and they were soon all lying on the ground, half-dead.
Even if Yu Sheng had not killed them, they would have been unable to get up for a few months.
"It's over." The one who had bet on Zhuo Xu looked hopeless as well. It was all over.
The Battle of the Sleeping Dragon had almost been completely wiped out.
A bunch of dark horses had appeared out of nowhere and taken all the limelight.
However, who would be crazy enough to bet on someone who had appeared out of nowhere?
Situ Yan had bet on Zhuo Xu, but she was unable to bring herself to be happy.
She looked at Yu Sheng and then at Ye Futian. She remembered what Ye Futian had said to her before.
Bet on Yu Sheng, however much he had.
She had seen Ye Futian as a madman back then.
However, looking back at it now, who was the madman and who was the fool?
While she had won with her bet, why did she feel that she had missed out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
The problem was, who would have dared to bet on Yu Sheng before?
There were two who had bet on Yu Sheng, Shen Jun and Kong Xuan.
Shen Jun had almost achieved his goal, but he had not bet too much. Nonetheless, he would have gained quite a lot from it, and it was worth his while.
However, he felt a tinge of worry.
Yu Sheng was too powerful. It was not just Yu Sheng. Ye Wuchen and even Huang Jiuge's aura made him feel that something was off.
Those people did not seem like they were from the same clan.
Kong Xuan knew very well who Ye Futian and the others were, but her thoughts were different from Shen Jun's. She watched Yu Sheng's battle.
She realized that Yu Sheng was yet another person who could threaten her.
She had been defeated by Ye Futian in the Battle of Empty Realm, and she had always seen it as a disgrace. She had not expected Yu Sheng to be so powerful.
He was invincible below Saint Plane.
At that moment, Zhuo Xu, who was on the battlefield, suddenly gave up and took to the air. There were only six people left on the battlefield, and they were allowed to take to the air according to the rules, as long as the crimson dragon gave them permission.
However, Yu Sheng and the others did not allow it.
Yu Sheng and the others made their moves when Zhuo Xu took to the air. They stepped in the air, suppressing their surroundings. The battle-ax was brought down hard on Zhuo Xu. Ye Wuchen's sword arrived as well, piercing through Zhuo Xu's body. Zhuo Xu was stained with blood, and his body fell from the sky.
Seeing Zhuo Xu fall to the ground, severely injured and losing his ability to fight, the last hope of many in the castle was dashed.
It was a complete defeat. Almost everyone from the Crimson Dragon Realm was defeated in the Battle of the Sleeping Dragon. All their bets were lost.
"I've struck gold," Ye Futian mumbled. It felt great.
It was a pity that he heard that the Battle of the Sleeping Dragon could not be repeated, or he would have bankrupted the Crimson Dragon Emperor.
He could have bet on it for eight to ten years.
What a pity.
What a pity.
If the Crimson Dragon Emperor had known what he was thinking, he wondered if he would have killed him with a single slap.
Yu Sheng and the other four were the only ones left standing in the air on the Rising Dragon Platform.
Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at the gap in the crimson dragon that was circling in the void. Then, he stepped into the void, and the rest of them followed suit and ascended.
The Rising Dragon.
The crimson dragon's huge body circled in the air, circling the gap. Its huge head looked at Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen, saying, "You two can make it."
Aside from Yu Sheng, Ye Wuchen had performed well, being able to fight Zhuo Xu alone.
While Huang Jiuge and the other two had performed well as well, they were still lacking.
"The five of us will go together." Yu Sheng then said, "Senior, please make way."
"No," the holy dragon said coldly with its huge eyes.
Yu Sheng looked at the dragon. Demonic might rumbled without end, and the battle-ax of the demon god remained in his hand.
"Bang."
The air trembled as Yu Sheng stepped forward, heading for the huge crimson dragon in the air. Everyone watched in shock.
Yu Sheng swung his battle-ax at the crimson dragon.
Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment.
？？？
What was going on?
Was this guy going to cut down a dragon demon saint?
Roar … Those in the castle who had not placed their bets and were only there to watch the battle let out a deafening roar when they realized what was going on.
Their blood was boiling with excitement.
Yu Sheng was a true demon god.
If a demon saint stood in his way, he would have been cut down.
It was only then that many people realized that he was holding his battle-ax and his demon god body had not disappeared. Was he prepared?
This b * stard clearly knew what was going on and came for the demon saint.
He was simply out of control.
Many people even cursed, not knowing how to describe what they were feeling at the moment.
"How dare you!" The crimson dragon roared. Its huge eyes were surrounded by terrifying flames. Its sharp claws smashed down towards Yu Sheng's body.
At the same time, Ye Wuchen and Qin Zhuang's swords also reached the demon dragon's eyes.
The crimson dragon roared and opened its mouth, spitting out holy fire that could burn everything.
The claws collided with the battle-ax. The dragon retracted its claws, and Yu Sheng's body was shaken back. At the same time, the dragon swung its tail at Yu Sheng.
"Bang."
With a loud noise, Yu Sheng's demon god body was hit, but he stuck close to the dragon's tail. His hands suddenly clasped down and grabbed the dragon's tail.
The next moment, under countless shocked gazes.
With a roar, Yu Sheng looked up at the sky. He grabbed the dragon's tail with both hands and swung it with all his strength, swinging the body of the demon saint dragon.
"Go," Yu Sheng said. Ye Wuchen and the others seized the opportunity and rushed toward the gap. In an instant, they had rushed out.
The dragon roared angrily. It twisted its head and spat out flames that could burn everything in its path at Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng flung the dragon's huge body away and stepped into the sky himself. Like a bolt of lightning, he rushed out in the flames of the Great Path. The Sacred Fire only burned the armor on his body.
The five of them walked out together.
Countless people in the castle witnessed this scene. There was a moment of silence, and then there was a deafening roar.
The scene that had just happened was truly shocking!
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