Young Patriarch, Lin Yan!

In the crowd, the young man in purple robes, who was laughing and joking with a group of hangers-on to appear relaxed, could no longer maintain his composure.

"He severely injured Half-step Samsara Stage in one move, and it was even a counterattack; this guy is truly troublesome..."

The smile on the face of this top young member of the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan gradually faded, replaced by an unusual solemn expression.

"Next match: Mo Zi'ang vs. Lin Yan. Please come to the stage, both contestants!"

Just then, the referee outside the Battle Platform made his announcement again.

"Wait for me, I will win this battle!"

Mo Zi'ang suppressed his fear, smiled calmly, and with a light touch of his toes, gracefully landed on the stage amidst the cheers of his clansmen.

On a vast and boundless platform.

"Lin Yan, I admit you're very strong, but..."

Mo Zi'ang stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a refined young gentleman.

"Enough with the nonsense, we'll only know who's stronger after we fight."

Little Flame, disgusted by Wang Lin, now gives no one a friendly look.

"Hmph, rude, as expected of someone of low birth."

A look of disgust flashed across Mo Zi'ang's eyes. He moved swiftly and threw a punch. "Heavenly Demon Fist!"

The immense Origin Energy erupted suddenly like a volcanic eruption, faintly condensing into the shape of a luminous tiger that roared towards the enemy, revealing its strength at the Samsara Stage.

"Heavenly Demon Transformation, Tiger Rage Transformation!"

As the deep roar subsided, Little Flame transformed on the spot into a giant tiger, a thousand feet tall and jet black, with dense black fur standing up like steel needles, shimmering with a metallic luster.

A pair of enormous black fleshy wings extended from its ribs, their size comparable to most of a tiger's body. Once unfurled, they could block out most of the sun.

"Roar!!!"

The black tiger, standing on the void, suddenly spread its wings, opened its blood-red maw, and roared madly to the sky. The dense, tangible sound waves swept wildly in a ring, shattering everything solid into clumps of powder.

"Bang bang bang!"

Rings of sound waves shattered the black ribbon that arrived in an instant, and the layers upon layers of them accelerated towards the stunned Mo Zi'ang.

"Heavenly Demon Transformation, Tiger Demon Armor!"

The Mo Zi'ang, his scalp tingling, had no time to think. As black light surged across his body, it quickly condensed into a magnificent and heavy tiger-striped armor, gleaming with a dark luster.

As the waves surged, the faint roar of a tiger rose from within the tiger-striped armor, and the tiger stripes, which were writhing and surging faster, continuously absorbed the power of the sound wave sea.

Unfortunately, the tiger-striped armor only lasted for a few seconds before it shattered under the immense pressure, its surface turning deathly pale as the sonic waves surged into the Mo Zi'ang's body.

"Puff!"

With a deathly pale face, Mo Zi'ang swayed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his breath quickly waned.

"Kid, you'd better be serious, or someone will die."

The colossal tiger, standing a thousand feet tall, spoke in human language, indifferently looking down at the person below, its tiger eyes cold and bloodthirsty.

"Fine, fine, you lowly brat, you forced me to do this!!"

The disheveled Mo Zi'ang glanced at Little Flame with resentment, then suddenly clasped his hands together as if he had made up his mind. He then formed a series of dazzling hand seals, and streaks of light rapidly circulated across his body.

"Bloodline Sacrifice, Heavenly Demon Ancestral Soul, descend!"

As the roar fell, jets of blood suddenly burst forth from the areas where the light patterns moved, and Mo Zi'ang's body rapidly withered away at a visible speed.

Hot, scarlet blood mingled together in mid-air, rapidly condensing into a Black Light Tiger shadow thousands of feet long. An endless, Primeval Desolation, primordial aura swept over everything, as if it had returned from the long river of history!

"Kill!!"

The thousand-foot-long beam of light, its form somewhat blurry, transformed into a thousand-foot -Ghostly glow that pierced through the void with a hoarse, ancient roar.

"Summoning a Remnant Spirit? That would be more interesting..."

The thousand-foot-long tiger, radiating overwhelming ferocity, twitched its lips, its enormous eyes already filled with hideous bloodshot veins, and it raised one paw and slammed it down fiercely.

"Tiger Ancestor Star Shattering Palm!"

With a single palm strike, endless Ghostly glow transformed into countless dense Black Vortex in the palm, each vortex swirling and writhing with astonishing strangling power that swept outwards.

"Boom!!!"

Amidst the horrified gazes of many in the world, the two equally astonishing attacks collided violently. Terrifying shockwaves swept outwards in concentric circles, slicing through the surrounding airspace like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only two forces frantically eroding each other.

"Break! Break it! Break it! The position of Young Patriarch is mine!!"

Having already descended into madness, Mo Zi'ang recklessly poured out his entire life essence. With each additional sacrifice he made, the Remnant Spirit of the Heavenly Demon Tiger Ancestor solidified a little more.

"Really? My brother asked me to pass on a message to you: one of your legs belongs to him."

At that moment, a voice, as if from the shadows, quietly rang out behind him.

"Could it be? When?!"

Startled, Mo Zi'ang's hair stood on end. He instinctively looked up at the now empty space opposite him, then frantically channeled his Origin Energy, roaring, "Heavenly! Demon! Golden! Body..." Bang!

"Bang!"

A rough, large hand covered in countless scars gripped his throat like a giant steel clamp, choking off the numbers that were yet to be uttered.

"Snap!"

With a chilling crack, Mo Zi'ang's right leg was broken by the burly figure's foot, bent into a rather bizarre arc, and the pain made this Samsara Stage expert tremble like a dying fish.

"Stop!!!"

On the steps, the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan, surrounded by many elders, suddenly stood up and roared with a pained expression.

"Patriarch, what are you trying to do?"

On one side, the gaunt old man slowly stood up and smiled meaningfully.

"Great Elder, what I mean is that the outcome of this competition is already a foregone conclusion. Lin Yan is the ultimate winner, so let Zi'ang step down."

The Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan suppressed his anger and spoke calmly.

At this moment, he absolutely cannot break the rules of the game that have been passed down within the clan for tens of thousands of years; breaking the rules would be tantamount to denying the legitimacy of his own ascension to the throne.

Some people would kill their own sons for power, so what if Mo Nan abandoned his son for power? What if he didn't help his son?

He only has himself to blame for being incompetent!

"The Patriarch chief is right."

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan nodded in a pretentious manner, then shouted loudly, "I hereby declare that Lin Yan has won the battle against Mo Zi'ang Lin Yan. Therefore, Lin Yan is the current Young Patriarch of the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan and the next Patriarch."

"Now, let's cheer for Young Master Lin Yan!"

"Boom!"

All the members of the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan present immediately erupted in excitement.

"We have come to greet Young Master Lin Yan!"

"We have come to greet Young Master Lin Yan!"

The next moment, the dark mass of people immediately knelt down in unison, and the unified sound of worship resounded throughout the heavens and earth.