"Only the top ten."
In the ancient city.
As Lu Changsheng's voice spread, all the cultivators were shocked.
A true genius of the God Race came to seek revenge, but they didn't expect Lu Changsheng to say such words.
Only the top ten.
Didn't these words mean that other than the top ten, no one else was qualified to challenge him?
If someone else said these words, they would probably be mocked by countless people. However, when Lu Changsheng said these words, no one dared to mock him. Even the God Race didn't dare to mock him. They could only snort coldly.
"Lu Changsheng! Are you afraid? "
In the ancient city, Phaseless Murder Heaven's voice sounded again. He was very confident and shouted loudly, thinking that Lu Changsheng was afraid.
"When the true experts of my God Race appeared, the so-called Lu Tiandi was already silent."
"Where's the arrogance from before? Where's the confidence from before? Why is it all gone? "
"Only the top ten? Hahaha, I'm afraid he can't even beat the top 100, right? "
Many God Race cultivators spoke and sneered.
However, it immediately attracted the voices of the other God Race.
Some of the Celestial Race cultivators who had just arrived at the Ancient Sky Star City couldn't help but be stunned when they heard these voices. They followed the Phaseless Murder Heaven here to build momentum.
"I say, fellow Daoists of the God Race, you can scold him if you want, but why are you scolding him in such a weird way?"
"That's right, why are you all suddenly speaking so politely? Just scold him openly. "
"A piece of trash who doesn't even dare to accept the challenge, and you guys are actually hiding it and scolding him? Is he still a disciple of my God Race? "
The God Race cultivators who had just arrived didn't know the situation, so they were a little confused. They felt that they were too polite and didn't have the attitude of the God Race before.
Especially a male God Race cultivator. He was very arrogant and humiliated Lu Changsheng as trash. He stood there and boasted.
When the other God Race cultivators heard this voice, they hurriedly hid to the side. Not to mention the God Race, many human cultivators hurriedly fled.
"Why are you running? Is there a need to? Didn't you just scold him a few times? Will you be struck by lightning if you scold him? "
This God Race cultivator was a little depressed. As a God Race cultivator, no matter where he went, wasn't he respected by others? Scold whoever they wanted, beat whoever they wanted, beat whoever they wanted. How did they all become like this?
Has he turned over a new leaf? It can't be. It wasn't easy for me to be released and I can be arrogant for a while. Now you want me to be a good person?
Rumble!
Before he could think further, a bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens. Luckily, this God Race cultivator only insulted Lu Changsheng a little and didn't further humiliate him. Otherwise, he would have died without a doubt.
As the lightning bolt descended, the Celestial Clan cultivator finally understood why everyone was avoiding him.
He was stunned and couldn't believe that he would be struck by lightning just because he scolded Lu Changsheng? What kind of monster was this? Was there a need to be so exaggerated?
"Lu Changsheng! Don't play tricks. Do you dare to come out and fight? I'll let you have a go. "
Formless Murder continued. At this moment, there was not only confidence in his eyes, but also a bit of anger. He felt that Lu Changsheng's delay in accepting the challenge was a bit humiliating.
Especially when Lu Changsheng said he would only fight the top ten. This was a blatant slap to his face.
Inside the Drunken Immortal Market.
The Golden Crow Prince put down his cup and coldly uttered: "So noisy, I'll go fight!"
The prince was extremely confident. He had been wanting to take action for two years. If he wasn't restrained by the elders of the Golden Crow Tribe, he would have done so already.
"Brother Golden Crow, can you do it? If not, I'll go. "
The Peacock King spoke. He was also restless and wanted to take action.
"One cup of tea will be enough."
The Golden Crow Prince was extremely confident and directly left the market.
Very soon, many pairs of eyes focused on him.
He wore a Golden Crow robe and stood with his hands behind his back. His appearance was otherworldly handsome. Golden flames surrounded him, even stronger than before. He calmly gazed at Formless Murder.
"The Golden Crow Tribe?"
Formless Murder frowned and slowly spoke while looking at the Golden Crow Prince.
However, the Phaseless Murder Heaven continued to speak.
"Your Golden Crow Race has a good relationship with my God Race. Some of the elders of your race are even the mounts of some experts of my God Race. There is some fate between us. Let Lu Changsheng come. I will not humiliate you."
Formless Murder was very confident. He looked at the Golden Crow Tribe while standing with his hands behind his back. At the same time, he mentioned that the Golden Crow Tribe had a good relationship with the God Race and that their elders were mounts of experts from the God Race. These words were clearly meant to humiliate the prince.
However, this was also the truth. The Golden Crow Tribe had indeed bowed down to the God Race in the past and was even willing to become their mounts. Because of this, many divine beasts felt that it was shameful. Even in the immortal world, many powers were inexplicably disgusted by the Golden Crow Tribe.
Therefore, Formless Murder's words were not wrong.
However, the Golden Crow Prince calmly gazed at the sky and calmly said: "The battle outside the city will determine the winner and the loser as well as life and death!"
The millions of cultivators were astonished. They didn't expect the Golden Crow Prince to be so confident and dare to say such words.
"Very well! Today, I'll let you know what the rules are. "
Formless Murder was furious. He had been here for an entire incense stick's worth of time, but Lu Changsheng didn't reply. On the contrary, he only said that he would fight the top ten.
How could he not be angry? Now that the prince had taken the initiative to challenge him, his anger erupted like a volcano.
Boom! Boom!
Two beams of light shot into the sky and crossed eight thousand miles. They didn't choose to fight inside the city. This was the rule of the upper echelon of the God Race. They would either wait until the True Dragon Tournament began or fight outside. In short, no private fights were allowed inside the city.
Eight thousand miles away.
As soon as the prince landed, he didn't waste any time. A sword shrouded in Golden Crow True Fire appeared in his hand. The temperature within a thousand miles rose sharply in the blink of an eye.
Clang!
Without any hesitation, the prince slashed forward. Sword energy from ten thousand miles slashed through several hundred mountains.
Formless Murder Heaven was also extremely terrifying. He didn't have any magical treasures or weapons and fought with his physical body. A pair of green fists seemed to contain the power of the Great Dao. Green light soared into the sky, and the power of one punch shattered the void. A dragon roar could be heard.
The battle between the prince and Formless Murder was extremely terrifying.
Both of them were supreme prodigies at the Immortal Saint realm. Formless Murder had challenged the prince a few years ago, but the prince didn't accept it at that time.
Therefore, Formless Murder also held a grudge against the prince. After all, he was the one who stopped the True Dragon Ranking from rising, so he naturally held a grudge against the prince.
The battle erupted. The prince didn't hold back at all.
A phenomenon of ten suns appeared in the sky and burned the heavens. Flames engulfed everything within eight thousand miles. The prince was like a god of fire.
Formless Murderous Heaven was also filled with monstrous anger. A Dharma Form that was a hundred feet tall appeared behind him. It had three heads and six arms, and it was surrounded by green light. The void trembled and the stars trembled. The two of them had already planned to fight to the death. Naturally, they would not show any mercy.
In this battle of life and death, the two of them were too ferocious. As they rampaged about, mountain after mountain was destroyed and spirit veins after spirit veins were shattered.
The battle between the two had already reached its climax, and the flames of their battle had been unleashed.
"Daira Suppresses the Heavens!"
Formless Murderous Heaven roared. The power of laws revolved around him. Then, immortal energy gathered and turned into an ancient seal. It tore through the sky and everything in its path before slamming into the prince with extreme speed.
Pluff!
The prince's left shoulder was directly shattered. His blood-stained bones rained down from the sky. He fought too fiercely and displayed a peerless spirit. Unfortunately, Formless Murder was too powerful and managed to shatter his left shoulder.
However, the prince was also ferocious. The moment his left shoulder was shattered, he immediately took action. His right hand turned into a razor-sharp golden claw that forcibly tore off a piece of flesh. White bones could be seen, creating a ghastly sight.
"You're dead for sure!"
Formless Murder roared. Firstly, it was too painful, and secondly, it was a form of humiliation. As a high and mighty divine being, he naturally felt humiliated after being wounded like this.
In the blink of an eye, Formless Murder attacked once more. His fist technique unleashed an unstoppable force as if his body was invincible. He bravely charged forward with a peerless spirit.
The prince was not afraid at all. On the contrary, he met the fist head-on. His body shone with a golden radiance as he healed his injuries. However, Formless Murder didn't seem to give him a chance to catch his breath.
The two of them clashed once more, fighting ferociously to the heavens. The millions of cultivators were horrified as they watched. Eight thousand li out, countless mountains and rivers were destroyed, and who knew how many li of space collapsed.
A battle between heaven's prodigies was indeed spectacular.
"Who do you guys think will win this battle?"
Someone couldn't help but ask.
"There's no need to think about it. Of course, Formless Murder will win. After all, he's a prodigy of the divine race. He appeared two years ago and fought 72 battles, but he didn't win 71 times and only drew once. The prince is indeed powerful, but he's not enough compared to the divine race."
"Yeah, he's indeed powerful. He cultivates the Daira Art and has an invincible body comparable to a true dragon. I think he's a bit better."
"Of course, our race's prodigy can win. Master Formless is a supreme genius at the 22nd heavenly level. He's also a well-known figure in our race. The Golden Crows are indeed powerful and are natural divine beasts, but they can only be considered mounts in the divine race."
Many people voiced their opinions. The divine cultivators naturally supported the divine race, but many human cultivators were also biased towards the divine race. After all, the divine race had become very powerful in the last two years.
"No, I actually think the prince will win."
Someone spoke up, believing that the prince could win.
"Why?"
"How can you tell?"
Many people were curious. The majority felt that Formless Murder Heaven could win and that the prince was indeed at a disadvantage. Anyone with discerning eyes could see this.
"Is there a need to ask? The prince is Lu Tiandi's friend. You should know that luck is sometimes a type of power! "
That person replied, arguing with reason, speaking like this.
Many cultivators were startled. Some wanted to say something, but in the end, they remained silent because this person's words … did make sense.
Time slowly passed just like that.
The time to finish a cup of tea had long since passed.
Thirteen thousand miles away, the two were fighting and pushing five thousand miles to the west. At this moment, both of them were covered in blood. The prince was the most seriously injured, but Formless Murder was not much better.
The prince had indeed underestimated Formless Murder's power. He suffered a great loss not because he underestimated it, but because he didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful.
His body was as terrifying as a true dragon's. Each of his fists and palms could shatter a star.
The prince was covered in blood. His bones had been broken three or four times. If he wasn't a divine beast with the Golden Crow bloodline that allowed him to heal quickly, he would've been defeated already.
However, there were also several terrifying claw marks on Formless Murder Heaven's chest. They were so deep that bones could be seen. They were dripping with blood, and the skin and flesh were flipped outwards, making people frown.
"It's time to end this!"
Formless Murder took a deep breath. His voice echoed for ten thousand miles, causing countless cultivators to frown. They didn't know what he meant.
The next moment, he slowly reached out with a silver bracelet on each of his wrists.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Grand dao runes emanated from the bracelets and imprinted themselves on his body.
In the blink of an eye, the strength of the Phaseless Sky skyrocketed. His body was like divine iron, surrounded by divine light. Every move he made caused the space to tremble. The strength of the Phaseless Sky had been greatly increased.
"Roar!"
A terrifying dragon roar resounded as the shadow of a silver dragon coiled around his body. Although he was also an early immortal saint, his power had greatly increased at this moment. He forcibly increased by one minor level to mid-stage immortal saint.
At their level, their battle prowess would far exceed their current cultivation level. Thus, he no longer suppressed his cultivation. Reaching mid-stage immortal saint was equivalent to a hundredfold increase in power in an instant.
Buzz! Buzz!
Millions of stars trembled. At this moment, the sun and moon lost their radiance in the sky. It was as if the end of the world had come.
"Terrifying! Rumor has it that all the geniuses of the God Race will suppress their cultivation in order to fight to the extreme. I didn't expect this to be true. He used a supreme saint artifact to seal his cultivation and suppress it to early stage immortal saint. He's indeed worthy of being a prodigy of the God Race. "
"The Golden Crow Prince is going to lose for sure."
"I hope he doesn't go too far. Killing the prince will bring about great trouble."
"He has almost no chance of winning."
"He's lost!"
People discussed while watching the battle in the distance. Now that the Formless Murder Sky had released its seal and revealed its true power, countless cultivators subconsciously thought that the prince would lose for sure.
"Do you still dare to say that the prince will win?"
A divine cultivator sneered and looked at the cultivator who thought that the prince would win just now and mocked.
"I still believe that the prince will win!"
The latter said in a serious manner, but he received all sorts of mockery.
"Daira Dragon Fist!"
Rumble!
Thirteen thousand miles away, the Formless Murderous Heaven unleashed its Great Luo Dragon Fist. In the blink of an eye, a draconic roar shook the world, even louder than thunder. A towering dragon shadow rushed towards the prince with extreme speed.
Boom!
Without any suspense, the prince was blown ten thousand miles away. His body cracked and his primordial spirit almost shattered. Golden blood splattered across the sky. It was a tragic sight to behold.
"Brother Golden Crow!"
"Fellow Daoist Golden Crow!"
The expressions of everyone in the Drunken Immortal Market changed drastically after seeing this scene. They stood up one after another, worried for the prince.
"Senior Brother Changsheng, it looks like the Formless Murder Sky is going to kill him. Hurry up and save him."
Taishang Xuanji begged Lu Changsheng to help.
"Yes, Senior Brother Changsheng, Brother Golden Crow is in danger."
The Peacock King also spoke. He wanted his father to help, but he knew that his father absolutely wouldn't. It wasn't that his father didn't want to help, but rather, his father had said before that he wouldn't do anything if an Immortal King didn't do anything. Once he did, the following battle would be a battle between Immortal Kings.
"There's no hurry, Brother Golden Crow will win."
However, Lu Changsheng was not in a hurry. Instead, he spoke calmly.
His words stunned Taishang Xuanji, Ye Rujin, and the Peacock King in the Drunken Immortal Market.
Not to mention them, many God Race cultivators also heard Lu Changsheng's words.
After all, the Golden Crow Prince had left without the suppression of the Golden Crow Bell, so his voice would naturally be heard by other cultivators.
Which cultivator in the ancient city wasn't a powerhouse? As long as they were willing, they could hear all the sounds in the city, and some truly powerful cultivators could even intercept the other party's voice transmissions.
Naturally, what Lu Changsheng said was heard by all the cultivators.
"Ridiculous! He still dares to say that he can win in such a situation? How can he win? "
"It's indeed ridiculous. This Golden Crow has broken through to the early-stage Immortal Saint realm, and it's impossible for him to break through in a short period of time. Lord Formless' true strength is at the mid-stage Immortal Saint realm, and he's already a peerless elite. How can the Golden Crow Race win?"
"Lu Changsheng, you're indeed very strong, but you're still not enough compared to the true elites of the God Race. Most importantly, your blind confidence is simply lamentable!"
"Yes, although you're very strong, it's a pity that you're too overconfident. I really don't know who gave you that confidence."
"The Cultivation Technique that Lord Wu Xiang is practicing is the Daluo True Dragon Technique. Although it's not the legendary Ancient True Dragon Technique, it's the Divine Skill that's closest to the Ancient True Dragon Technique. The Golden Crow Tribe has overestimated themselves.
"What a joke! Lu Tiandi? You're quite worthy of this name, but you're too blindly confident. "
The cultivators of the God Race spoke one after another. They more or less realized that as long as they didn't insult Lu Changsheng or the people behind him, it was fine to talk about him.
Some cultivators wanted to insult Lu Changsheng, but they immediately realized how strange Lu Changsheng was and changed their words, fearing that they would be struck by lightning.
However, Lu Changsheng calmly watched the battle ten thousand miles away from the Drunken Immortal Market.
He withdrew his gaze and glanced at the cultivators in the other restaurants. His expression was calm, but he still spoke slowly.
"Have you heard of … the law of words?"
Lu Changsheng's voice rang out, causing all the cultivators to be stunned.
They wanted to say something, but for some reason, they couldn't say anything!
Rumble!
Ten thousand miles away, the Golden Crow Prince no longer looked like a human. His bones were all broken and his primordial spirit was much dimmer.
He was on the brink of death.
It was hard to imagine how the prince could win this battle.
The Formless Murder Sky seemed to have turned into a silver dragon. His eyes were full of murderous intent.
In his eyes, the Golden Crow Prince was already a dead man.
"Die!"
The Formless Murder Sky turned into a True Dragon, wanting to kill the prince once and for all.
But at this moment —
The prince's voice slowly rang out.
"Senior Brother Changsheng … I understand."
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