The Abyssal Demon King Descends

"How is that possible? Just now, Hao Jiuyou could only fight A Diao to a draw. How did his strength suddenly increase so much?" Wu Chong stared at Little Marten, who had been defeated by Hao Jiuyou, his hands clenching as he roared angrily.

Some of the surrounding Heavenly Demon Marten Race members frowned slightly, clearly somewhat puzzled as well.

"This..."

On the steps, Zhu Li and the others wore equally astonished expressions as they watched the scene.

Judging by the strength the two had displayed earlier, determining a victor should not have been easy.

"Hehe, it seems Hao Jiuyou is still a cut above after all. It is no wonder. Everyone has witnessed his diligence over the past hundred years. Although A Diao's talent is extraordinary, he has still fallen behind by a hundred years," an elder said with a smile.

"Yes. Great Elder, now that the match has produced a result, should we not..." Another elder who supported Hao Jiuyou nodded as he spoke.

Hearing this, Zhu Li furrowed his brow. After exchanging glances with several elders and hesitating briefly, he could only nod helplessly.

"In this match, Hao Jiuyou has won by a narrow margin." Zhu Li raised his head, looked at the figure in the sky, and declared in a deep voice.

"Hehe, thank you for going easy on me, Big Brother A Diao."

In the sky, Hao Jiuyou's face had once again returned to its usual gentle smile. Looking at the distant, caved-in mountain wall, he cupped his fists and smiled.

Bang!

The mountain wall exploded, and amid the flying crushed stone, a figure suddenly shot out.

Little Marten's expression was slightly gloomy. Hao Jiuyou truly had only been able to match him evenly earlier, but later, he had clearly used some method in secret