Xuan Clan's Discarded Son, Hundred Deathmatches in the Arena!

Liu Zishan paused slightly at the mention of the name, clearly remembering it well. She spoke unhurriedly.

"The person Young Master Su speaks of, this humble one naturally recognizes him."

"He's quite the celebrity in my Heavenly Arena lately..."

As she said this, Liu Zishan glanced at Xuan Ning, who stood beside her with a blank expression, and chuckled.

"It's strange, really. This person is clearly from the Ancient Clan Xuan Family, yet he comes to my humble establishment to compete for Qualification Tokens."

"He's already won ninety-five matches in a row. Just five more wins, and he'll achieve a Hundred Victories."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ning, standing nearby, let out a cold snort, his expression displeased.

"Hmph!"

"For someone of my esteemed Hidden Ancient Clan Xuan Family to enter such a disreputable place for public amusement... He truly wants to tarnish our Xuan Family's reputation!"

Liu Zishan shrugged helplessly and said.

"Our arena never forces anyone to participate."

"My humble establishment can't afford to offend the Ancient Clan Xuan Family."

"The Hundred Deathmatches were Young Master Xuan Aotian's own choice; it has nothing to do with our arena."

She had been managing the arena for over a hundred years, all for the purpose of finding exceptionally talented young prodigies, betting on them, and having them help her return to the Purple Yin Spirit Snake tribe.

Originally, she had finally found Xuan Aotian, whose talent and background were both impressive.

She had intended to bet on him, but after meeting this young master of the Imperial Clan today, she had a change of heart.

[Ding, Destined Female Lead Liu Zishan has decided to abandon betting on Xuan Aotian. Xuan Aotian's Fortune Value has decreased by 1000!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining 1000 Villain Points!]

So she's already switching targets?

What a cold yet pragmatic woman.

Su Chenxiao didn't pay it too much mind. Instead, he glanced at the arena below.

The arena had twelve sections, with nearly a hundred matches daily available for betting and entertainment.

Below, the crowd was immense, with not a single seat empty.

The cultivators in the spectator stands were flushed with excitement. Some looked at the battlefield below with fervent gazes, clenching their fists and shouting. Others pounded their chests in frustration and regret over their bets!

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"I bet ten thousand Spirit Stones on you!"

"Smash him to pieces for me!"

Looking at the fiery, bustling scene below, even Su Chenxiao couldn't help but sigh.

"It's quite lively indeed."

"When does that deathmatch of Xuan Aotian's begin?" Su Chenxiao asked.

Liu Zishan smiled faintly and said, "So Young Master Su has come for this."

"Xuan Aotian's final five deathmatches were originally scheduled to start this afternoon."

"However, if Young Master Su wishes to see them, it's not impossible to start now."

Su Chenxiao cast a playful glance at Xuan Ning beside him and nodded.

"Then let him start now."

"Coincidentally, this young master also wants to meet this Xuan Clan's Discarded Son, Xuan Aotian."

"Very well, Young Master Su~"

Three levels underground the arena.

In the dark, damp dungeon, the roars of ferocious beasts and frantic shouts echoed incessantly.

"Roar!!!"

"Let me out, let me out!"

This place held death row inmates and fierce beasts either consigned to participate or purchased by the arena from outside!

In a narrow, open cell, a grim-faced youth in a black shirt sat cross-legged with his eyes closed on a hard stone slab bed, cultivating.

Dao essence flowed, and an inky black Great Dao coiled around him, as if nothing in the surroundings could affect him.

The youth had black hair that fell to his shoulders. He was handsome and rugged, with a chiseled face. His brows bore a slight resemblance to the Xuan Clan Head, Xuan You.

"Dada da..."

A hurried sound of footsteps suddenly echoed.

As the door was pushed open, a man with shifty eyes and a bulging belly walked in.

He said respectfully, "Um, Young Master Aotian, are you still cultivating?"

The man was an Arena Deacon. The person before him, though nominally a warrior of the arena, was known to everyone as a young master of the Ancient Clan Xuan Family! He had only come to their Heavenly启 Arena to obtain a Qualification Token after being disowned by the Xuan Family.

Xuan Aotian, who had been sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, slowly opened his eyes. A sharp glint flashed within them, as if possessing the power to swallow the heavens!

"Boom!"

Cracks instantly spread across the surrounding stone walls, and a powerful surge of energy erupted from his body, creating ripples. Undying Realm, Second Layer!

The Fat Deacon was startled by this sudden display. His flesh rippled violently, and he said with some fear, "Y-Young Master Aotian..."

Xuan Aotian reined in his cultivation and looked coldly at the Fat Deacon before him. "What is it?"

The Fat Deacon quickly explained, "Um, Young Master Aotian, you have five more battles left. The Pavilion Master arranged for your battles this afternoon to be moved up, and they will begin shortly. Young Master Aotian, you see..."

Moved up? Xuan Aotian's expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. It was fine if they were moved up; he had made considerable progress in his cultivation over the past few days of deathmatches. Not only that, but he had now broken through to the Second Layer of the Undying Realm. The time was right; it was time for him to obtain the Qualification Token and leave...

With this thought, Xuan Aotian spoke with extreme indifference, "I understand. Go make the arrangements." "Today, I, Xuan Aotian, will achieve these Hundred Deathmatch Victories!"

The Fat Deacon breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, nodded, and immediately left to arrange the duels.

Inside the narrow, oppressive, and pitch-black room, Xuan Aotian looked into the darkness, and memories of the past few years flashed through his mind.

"Wretch!"

"If you say one more word, I, Xuan You, will pretend I don't have a son like you!"

"You failed to raise your son, and when have you ever fulfilled your duties as a father?!"

"Fine, since you think you don't have me as a son and dislike me so much, then from today onwards, I, Xuan Aotian, sever all ties with you and the Hidden Ancient Clan Xuan Family!"

"Xuan Clan Head, just pretend you don't have me as a son, and I'll pretend I never had you as a father!"

Ever since he was young, his father had exiled him to other Dao Domains, and he hadn't even seen his mother for the last time. He had thought they had some difficult circumstances, but he never expected that after his father brought him back to the clan, he would inexplicably have a younger brother! Possessing the Two Forms Divine Body, he had reached the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm at the young age of twenty!

His thoughts returned, and Xuan Aotian's eyes became exceptionally cold and resolute. "Enough..." "I, Xuan Aotian, have never needed anyone since I was a child!" He wanted to show that biased father. Even without relying on the family, he could obtain the Qualification Token to enter the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground!