Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon, Undying Realm Ninth Layer!

As soon as they saw the terrifying Fierce Beast, many cultivators on the stage instantly changed their expressions, their souls trembling!

"Are they crazy? This is a Fierce Beast at the ninth layer of the Undying Realm!"

"What kind of creature is this? It's so terrifying, I feel like it could kill me in an instant..."

"Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon? I've never heard of this name..."

"I can't believe the arena managed to bring in such a powerful Fierce Beast!"

And at this moment, under the gaze of everyone, Xuan Aotian in the arena remained calm, his eyes closed without any movement.

Within the Supreme seating, Su Chenxiao said with great interest upon seeing this scene.

"Netherworld Fire Prison, Sky Burning Demonic Dragon bloodline..."

"Interesting. The first match is already like this. It seems you've invested heavily in this arena this time."

Seeing that this Imperial Clan young master had revealed the beast's origin with a single sentence, Liu Zishan couldn't help but express some surprise.

"Young Master Su is so knowledgeable, to have even seen such a rare Fierce Beast."

"That Young Master Aotian's strength is not bad. Just a few days ago, he was only at the first layer of the Undying Realm, and now he has broken through."

"If it were an ordinary Fierce Beast, there wouldn't be much to see."

"You know, it took this servant a lot of effort to capture this fellow~"

Su Chenxiao smiled and said faintly.

"It's a shame it's not a Sky Burning Demonic Dragon in the end. Its bloodline is impure, lacking a bit."

"Young Master, have you perhaps seen one before?"

"Heh... The taste of a Sky Burning Demonic Dragon is quite good, and its tendons are incredibly tough, making them excellent materials for forging Magic Treasures..."

Elder Qing behind him nodded in agreement, with a hint of nostalgia for that taste.

Back then, when the Young Master and his elder brother Su Jingheng were running rampant in the Northern Region, they had killed and cooked a young dragon of the Sky Burning Demonic Dragon lineage. He, who had followed by his side, was fortunate enough to have tasted it.

The taste... was good?

Did she hear that correctly?

Liu Zishan's smile froze. She opened her mouth upon hearing his words.

Looking at the Imperial Clan young master before her, her mind buzzed for a moment, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

She said with a wry smile.

"Sky Burning Demonic Dragons are top-tier demonic beasts in the Northern Region. This servant doesn't dare to capture a pure-blooded Demonic Dragon."

"This Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon merely possesses one of the myriad Fierce Beasts within the Sky Burning Demonic Dragon bloodline. Its strength is immense, and I imagine even that Young Master Aotian will have to endure a tough fight."

As the owner of the Heavenly启 Arena, her primary concern was the arena's revenue.

During the time Xuan Aotian, from the reclusive Ancient Clan, had been here, he had brought in immense popularity, and the arena had been making a fortune almost every day.

These last five matches, naturally, she couldn't let him win so easily.

Otherwise, how would she earn money from those gamblers?

Liu Zishan gently squeezed Su Chenxiao's shoulder and said with a smile.

"I just wonder if Young Master Su thinks Young Master Aotian can win this match?"

Su Chenxiao looked at Xuan Aotian, who was calm below, and said indifferently.

"About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"Oh?" Liu Zishan's interest was piqued.

"The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon is, after all, at the ninth layer of the Undying Realm. Why are you so sure, Young Master?"

Su Chenxiao chuckled softly.

With the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram and the Slaughter Immortal Sword, two divine artifacts, if this Xuan Aotian still couldn't deal with this Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon, then he wouldn't be worthy of being called a Destined Protagonist.

Su Chenxiao glanced at Xuan Ning, who was calm beside him, and said.

"Xuan Ning, aren't you worried about your brother's safety?"

Xuan Ning said coldly.

"Replying to Young Master, this is Xuan Aotian's own choice."

"Even if he dies, it will be his own doing."

Below in the arena, with the appearance of the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon, the atmosphere in the venue was instantly pushed to a climax.

"Go! Kill this Fierce Beast!"

"Xuan Aotian, I sold my wife and kids, bet my entire fortune on you, you absolutely cannot lose!"

"If you win this match, you're my father from now on!"

The cacophony of noise continued around him.

Xuan Aotian's expression was cold as he gazed at the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon opposite him, a beast with a ravenous aura that seemed ready to devour him.

A black sword, emanating an ancient aura and covered in rust, materialized in his hand.

His presence was like a drawn sword, sharp and utterly formidable.

"Slaughter Immortal," he uttered a single, emotionless command.

"Come then, let me see what makes a Fierce Beast of the Undying Realm, Ninth Layer, so extraordinary!"

The battle was on the verge of erupting!

Xuan Aotian transformed into a streak of black light, vanishing from his spot in an instant.

"Roar!!"

The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon roared to the sky, spewing forth a torrent of blood-red flames from its maw. The inferno blazed, scorching the heavens!

The terrifying flames warped space as they surged forward with immense pressure!

Even with the protective array in the arena, the astonishing heat seemed to penetrate the formation, scorching the spectators.

Those in seats closer to the action felt a wave of heat wash over them, their bodies slick with sweat.

"Such terrifying flames!"

"Can Xuan Aotian withstand this?!"

From within the raging sea of fire, a beam of black sword light erupted, countless sharp sword energies exploding outwards!

Wielding the Slaughter Immortal sword, Xuan Aotian unleashed an attack like a vast ocean, tearing a massive opening through the towering inferno!

"Heaven Slaying Sword Art, Human Nether!"

"Rumble—"

Though the Slaughter Immortal sword in his hand was a broken Imperial Weapon, its power reduced to less than a tenth, it was far from an ordinary sword in Xuan Aotian's grasp!

His movements were incredibly swift, directly tearing through the fiery domain and appearing before the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon.

Seeing that the ant hadn't been reduced to ashes.

The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon, as if enraged, spat out even more ferocious crimson flames!

"Hmph!" Xuan Aotian's eyes turned icy. His movements were like lightning as he weaved and dodged the attack.

The Slaughter Immortal sword flashed!

"Squelch!"

A massive gash was torn across the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's enormous body!

A torrent of blood gushed out!

The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon roared in pain, becoming even more frenzied and violent!

Its scales stood on end, and its thick, powerful body swept out, cracking the earth and stirring up astonishing waves!

With the formidable and terrifying might of its beastly physique, if it landed a blow, even Xuan Aotian, who was in the Undying Realm, would be utterly smashed!

"Boom—"

This immense, brute force erupted with a deafening roar.

The first arena trembled, the shockwaves seemingly felt even by the spectators on the stands.

Countless faces were filled with horror, and the gamblers who had placed heavy bets looked ashen.

"This?!"

"Won't that Xuan Clan's Discarded Son be dead?!"

"It's over! This is a Fierce Beast of the Undying Realm, Ninth Layer! I even bet my wife and children!!"

Just as everyone believed Xuan Aotian would be at least severely injured, if not killed, by this attack.

Directly above the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon, a cold laugh suddenly rang out.

"A beast is still a beast."

Xuan Aotian stood in the air, his black robes fluttering, Daoist principles swirling around him. The Slaughter Immortal sword before him shimmered with a chilling black light.

He formed a sword seal with his hand and, with an exceptionally cold gaze, let out a low shout.

"Heaven Slaying Sword Art, Heaven Nether!"

Hummm hummm...

The Slaughter Immortal sword vibrated violently.

The next moment, it transformed into a sharp beam of sword light, descending from above, as if capable of cleaving through anything!

If it struck, it would pierce the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's body in one blow!

At the same time.

Inside the VIP room, Su Chenxiao grinned as he watched the scene unfold.

"If it ends this easily, it won't be much fun."

"Elder Qing."

The Elder Qing beside him understood and shot out a wisp of energy from his fingertip, so subtle it was virtually undetectable.

The energy instantly merged into the Slaughter Immortal Sword. The sword's light, which should have pierced the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon in one go, shifted infinitesimally, a change even Xuan Aotian failed to notice!

"Rumble—"