As soon as the elder on the sky stairwell finished speaking, a figure flashed out and was the first to walk out of the battlefield.
Seeing him walk out, the others did not rush out either. It was a genius from a top force from the Departure Road. His name was Han Xiang.
This round of battles required one to walk out and choose one's opponent. It was also a test of everyone's mentality. Han Xiang was a grade nine noble. In the battlefield, his plane was very low and he was at a great disadvantage. Thus, he had to seize the initiative without hesitation. Otherwise, it would be very dangerous if he was targeted by others.
He thought that even if someone had the same idea as him and came out first, it wouldn't be one of the top figures. As expected, he was fast enough and was the first to walk out, seizing the opportunity.
Han Xiang looked at the crowd at the edge of the battlefield. Most of them were grade eight and grade seven nobles. There were not many who were of the same plane as him, and there were only two people who were of a lower plane than him.
Thus, his gaze fell on Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.
Ye Futian had crippled Yan Nan from the Sword Saint Villa. It was very dangerous. Although Yu Sheng had also defeated his opponent and come here, he was not as outstanding. Thus, Han Xiang's gaze fell on Yu Sheng and he said, "I challenge him."
He thought that if he won one battle first, he would at least have one more chance to perform. Even if he lost later, the chances of being chosen would be higher.
Thus, he challenged Yu Sheng and hoped to win a battle that was guaranteed.
Ye Futian saw Han Xiang look at him. Seeing that he had chosen Yu Sheng, he knew what he was thinking. This person seemed to be a grade nine noble and had extraordinary combat ability. However, it was a bad choice …
He looked at Han Xiang with some sympathy. With Yu Sheng's way of fighting, Han Xiang probably had no chance at all. He had no fate with the Holy Zhi Palace. If he had chosen someone else, he might still have a chance even if he lost.
Yu Sheng walked out and looked at Han Xiang. He was very calm.
"Han Xiang, please."
"Yu Sheng."
The two said their names. Then a terrifying metal storm blew around Han Xiang. The storm was extremely sharp, as if it could tear everything apart. It spread around his body and was very frightening.
Yu Sheng stretched out his palm. Demonic Qi surged and a dark golden halberd appeared in his hand.
In the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace, Elder Ning's gaze landed on Yu Sheng. He was indeed a demonic genius, and it was said that he could demonize. Did Ning Huang die by his hands?
"Han Xiang is probably going to suffer." The people from the other Holy Roads might not know, but the people from the Dawn Road knew what kind of person Yu Sheng was. The image of him standing in front of Jinxiao City and shouting that he would kill people was unforgettable.
This Han Xiang choosing Yu Sheng to challenge was really unlucky.
Yu Sheng's body was covered in a layer of dark gold demonic armor. The cold and terrifying aura made Han Xiang feel a sense of danger. Demon wings spread out and Yu Sheng stepped on the ground. His body flew into the air and landed in the sky. His dark gold eyes looked down on Han Xiang, looking down on everything.
Seeing that pair of eyes, Han Xiang had a thought. Did he choose the wrong opponent?
Voom. The demonic wings behind Yu Sheng flapped and he swooped down with the Heavenly Halberd in his hand. Han Xiang had no time to think. The terrifying metal storm that had gathered around him turned into the sharpest shards and shot towards Yu Sheng. This was a large-scale attack spell. It covered a large area and there was nowhere to run. In the terrifying metal storm, every ray of golden light was as sharp as a sword. They cut through the air with the wind and made extremely sharp sounds.
The terrifying storm tore through and slashed Yu Sheng's body. However, when the golden storm touched the armor on Yu Sheng's body, it made an extremely ear-piercing sound. It was like blades rubbing against each other, but it could not cut through and could not break through the condensed defense of the dark gold armor.
Han Xiang's expression changed. His attack was extremely sharp, but it could not even break through the opponent's armor.
At that moment, the figure of a demon seemed to appear in his eyes. An extremely terrifying pressure descended, causing him to feel fear. It was as if he wanted to kneel and submit.
The terrifying metal storm gathered in front of him and turned into a huge figure in golden armor. With his Life Spirit as the shape, he held an extremely sharp golden spear and stabbed towards the air, shattering everything.
The Heavenly Halberd in Yu Sheng's hand slashed out and an unparalleled killing force descended. It was the God Suppressing Strike of the God-Slaying Halberd.
Bang … With a loud noise, the spear was shattered and the body of the golden armor god was pulverized. The Heavenly Halberd destroyed everything and landed on Han Xiang. Han Xiang's body was instantly sent flying and fell to the edge of the battlefield. He kept spitting out blood and his face was pale. He placed his palm on his chest and felt that the bones there were broken. This was because Yu Sheng had not used his full strength. Otherwise, he would not have survived this attack.
Yu Sheng stood on the battle platform like a god of war. The Heavenly Halberd in his hand disappeared, but he still gave off an unparalleled feeling.
Turning around, Yu Sheng walked back to his position. Han Xiang was still lying there. He looked in the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace. No one said anything. He had been killed by Yu Sheng, who was in the Arcana Plane. How could he be favored by those top figures?
He struggled to get up and left the battlefield sadly.
Many people on the Departure Road looked at his departing figure and felt a sense of sorrow. He had the chance to enter the Thousand Holy Islands before but had rejected it. Han Xiang was not weak and his combat ability was actually very strong. However, he had been killed in an instant in this battle. It could only be said that his opponent was too strong.
Those who could reach this stage at the Arcana Plane were definitely not ordinary people.
Now, there were no weaklings on this battlefield.
"Next battle," the strong cultivator on the sky stairwell said.
A figure flashed out instantly. Everyone's eyes flashed when they saw this person. It was Zhuge Ling from the Zhuge Family. Now, there were only two people left in the Zhuge Family: the strongest Zhuge Xing and Grade Eight Noble Zhuge Ling.
Although Zhuge Ling was not as strong as Zhuge Xing, he was also extremely terrifying. His Thousand Thundering Illusions had already been cultivated to a very powerful level and he specialized in speed.
However, even someone like Zhuge Ling did not dare to fight in the later stages. On the battlefield, there were many people who were stronger than him. He also needed to seize the initiative in advance and challenge those who were slightly weaker.
Turning his gaze, Zhuge Ling looked in one direction. Many people had a strange expression. Was it him again?
Previously, Zhuge Ping had been defeated by Ye Futian. Now, Zhuge Ling was going to fight again?
However, Ye Futian had already defeated Yan Nan, who was a Grade Eight Noble. It would not be so easy to eliminate him.
"You." Zhuge Ling's gaze landed on Ye Futian. As everyone had expected, he challenged Ye Futian.
Ye Futian was a little depressed. The people on the battlefield were indeed very strong. He and Yu Sheng were obviously treated as pushovers and easier to bully. After all, their levels were lower.
Smiling and shaking his head, Ye Futian walked out of the battlefield and glanced at Zhuge Ling. Previously, Zhuge Ping had not even received an invitation from the Thousand Holy Islands. Now, Zhuge Ling was challenging him. Why?
The Zhuge Family was Second Sister's family. If they had not targeted him, he would not have taken the initiative to attack them.
However, the people led by Zhuge Xing all seemed to dislike him.
"You go first," Zhuge Ling said. His temperament was more stable than Zhuge Ping and Yan Nan. He was slightly older. Although his level of cultivation was the same as Yan Nan's, his level was more stable.
Yan Nan was hit by Ye Futian's lightning spell and was controlled by a wood elemental spell. Zhuge Ling is different. He is proficient in the Thousand Thundering Illusions and can release lightning spells at the same time. He is also very fast and is not like Zhuge Ping who could not catch up to Ye Futian. Zhuge Ling's choice of Ye Futian is indeed very suitable. He can restrain Ye Futian, many people thought.
In this battle, Zhuge Ling had a higher chance of winning. Ye Futian's combat ability was actually very strong, but his level was lower. He would be eliminated sooner or later.
In many people's eyes, even if Ye Futian could win, he could only win one round at most. If this round ended, there would only be eighty stronger people left. At that time, there would be no place for Ye Futian.
Of course, the prerequisite was that Ye Futian had to defeat Zhuge Ling first.
"Why?"
Ye Futian glanced at Zhuge Ling and said. As soon as he finished speaking, dazzling golden wings appeared. The wings of the Roc were extremely beautiful. The power of the wind wrapped around Ye Futian's body. In an instant, a whistling hurricane appeared around Ye Futian's body.
"Bang."
Stepping on the ground, the Thundering Illusion Step was activated. Everyone saw Ye Futian's body turn into an afterimage and was frighteningly fast.
"So fast."
Zhuge Ling's eyes flashed and lightning flashed. In an instant, his body turned into a series of afterimages and flashed in all directions.
However, he realized that Ye Futian's wings trembled and his body changed direction to chase after his real body. This made Zhuge Ling's expression change. It seemed that the battle between him and Zhuge Ping was not a coincidence.
"Kill!"
Zhuge Ling shouted coldly. One afterimage after another rushed towards Ye Futian. One of the afterimages held a lightning spear and lashed out. The power of lightning pierced through the air towards Ye Futian's body.
However, Ye Futian's body was like a phantom. He drew a brilliant arc and actually swept past the spear.
"Too fast. How can he be so fast?" Everyone stared at Ye Futian's figure.
Several more phantoms charged at Ye Futian, but they saw the dazzling golden afterimage move with the wind, constantly folding and moving forward. On the battlefield, they could only see his shadow, unable to capture his true body. He was like a real Roc with golden wings, bursting forth with extreme speed.
"What kind of movement is this? It actually looks like a Roc. "
"A combination of movement and sorcery." Someone's heart trembled. It was too beautiful.
Zhuge Ling's expression changed. He retreated and then a terrifying lightning sorcery gathered. He reached out with his five fingers and in an instant, beams of extremely dazzling light of catastrophe bloomed.
However, when the light of catastrophe bloomed, he saw the afterimage of the Roc fly past a beam of light. In the next moment, Zhuge Ling felt an extreme sense of danger.
"There." Many people looked behind Zhuge Ling in shock. An afterimage condensed and appeared above Zhuge Ling's head.
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