When they saw this terrifying ferocious beast, the expressions of many cultivators in the stands instantly changed, their souls trembling!
"Has he gone mad? That's a ferocious beast at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm!"
"What kind of creature is that? So terrifying... I feel like it could kill me in seconds..."
"Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon? I've never even heard that name before..."
"I never imagined the arena could even acquire such a powerful ferocious beast!"
Yet under the gaze of the masses, Xuan Aotian within the arena remained calm, his eyes closed and his body utterly motionless.
In the Supreme Box, Su Chenxiao watched this scene with great interest and said.
"Netherworld Fire Prison, the bloodline of the Sky Burning Demonic Dragon..."
"Interesting. To start with something like this in the first match, it seems your arena has truly spared no expense this time."
Seeing this Imperial Clan Young Master identify the beast's origins at a glance, Liu Zishan could not help but say in surprise.
"Young Master Su is truly well-informed, to have even seen such a rare ferocious beast."
"That Young Master Aotian is quite formidable. A few days ago, he was only at the First Layer of the Undying Realm, yet now he has already broken through."
"If it were an ordinary ferocious beast, there would be nothing worth watching."
"You should know that capturing this fellow cost this humble woman quite a great deal of effort~"
Su Chenxiao smiled and said indifferently.
"Unfortunately, it is not a true Sky Burning Demonic Dragon in the end. Its bloodline is impure, so it falls a little short."
"Could it be that Young Master has seen one before?"
"Heh... Sky Burning Demonic Dragons taste rather good. Their tendons are also incredibly tough, making them excellent materials for forging magical treasures..."
Elder Qing behind him nodded in agreement, somewhat nostalgic for that flavor.
Back when the young master and his elder brother, Su Jingheng, had run amok throughout the Northern Region, they had killed and cooked young dragons of the Sky Burning Demonic Dragon lineage. Having followed at their side, he too had been fortunate enough to taste one.
The taste... was good?
Had she heard incorrectly?
Liu Zishan's smile froze, and she opened her mouth at those words.
Looking at the Imperial Clan Young Master before her, her mind buzzed for a moment, and she was unable to speak for a long while.
She gave a bitter smile and said.
"Sky Burning Demonic Dragons are a top Demon Race of the Northern Region. This humble woman would not dare capture a pure-blooded member of the Demonic Dragon clan."
"This Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon is merely one of countless ferocious beasts carrying the Sky Burning Demonic Dragon bloodline. Its strength is formidable. Even that Young Master Aotian will likely have to undergo a fierce battle."
As the master of the Heavenly Revelation Arena, she naturally had to consider the arena's revenue.
During the time Xuan Aotian of the Hidden Ancient Clan had been here, he had brought with him overwhelming traffic, and the arena had been raking in money by the basinful every day.
Naturally, he could not be allowed to win these final five battles so easily.
Otherwise, how was she supposed to earn the money of those gambling addicts?
Liu Zishan gently kneaded Su Chenxiao's shoulder and said with a smile.
"I simply wonder whether Young Master Su believes Young Master Aotian can win this battle?"
Su Chenxiao looked down at the calm-faced Xuan Aotian and said evenly.
"One incense stick's worth of time."
"Oh?" Liu Zishan could not help but grow interested.
"The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon is, after all, at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm. Young Master is that certain?"
Su Chenxiao gave a faint laugh.
With divine artifacts like the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram and the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, if Xuan Aotian still could not deal with this Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon, then he was not worthy of being called the protagonist favored by destiny.
Su Chenxiao glanced at the calm-faced Xuan Ning beside him and said.
"Xuan Ning, are you not worried about your brother's safety?"
Xuan Ning said coldly.
"In reply to Young Master, this was Xuan Aotian's own choice."
"Even if he dies, he will only have himself to blame."
Below, within the arena, the appearance of the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon instantly drove the atmosphere to its peak.
"Go! Beat that ferocious beast to death!"
"Xuan Aotian, I sold my wife and children and wagered my entire fortune! You absolutely cannot lose!"
"If you win this match, you'll be my father from now on!"
The clamor by his ears never ceased.
Xuan Aotian's face was cold as he stared at the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon opposite him, which looked ready to choose someone and devour them, radiating a terrifying aura.
A black sword, suffused with an ancient air and covered in mottled rust, suddenly appeared in his hand.
His entire aura was like a treasured sword drawn from its sheath, incomparably sharp.
Immortal Slaughtering.
He let out an emotionless shout.
"Come. Let me see what is so extraordinary about a ferocious beast at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm!"
Battle was on the verge of erupting!
Xuan Aotian transformed into a streak of black light and vanished from where he stood in an instant.
"Roar!!"
The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon opposite him threw back its head and roared, spewing boundless blood-red flames from its mouth, crimson fire burning the heavens!
Those sinister flames scorched and twisted space itself as they surged forward with terrifying pressure!
Even with formations protecting the arena, that astonishing heat seemed to pass through the formation and scorch the spectator stands.
Those seated a little closer felt their entire bodies grow parched with heat, sweat pouring down their faces.
"What terrifying flames!"
"Can Xuan Aotian withstand them?!"
Within that raging sea of fire, a beam of black sword light blossomed, and countless sharp strands of Sword Qi erupted!
Xuan Aotian wielded the Immortal Slaughtering Sword and unleashed a vast, oceanic strike, forcibly tearing a huge opening through the towering sea of flames!
"Heaven Slaying Sword Art, Human Nether!"
"Rumble—"
Though the Immortal Slaughtering Sword was a damaged imperial weapon, with less than one-tenth of its power remaining, in Xuan Aotian's hands it was still beyond comparison with any ordinary sword!
His movements were simply too fast. He directly tore through the domain of fire and appeared before the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon.
Seeing that this ant had not been burned to ashes.
The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon seemed to have been enraged as it spat out even fiercer crimson flames!
"Hmph!" Xuan Aotian's gaze was icy, and he moved like lightning, directly weaving aside from the attack.
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword flashed in his hand!
"Pfft!"
In an instant, it tore open a massive gash across the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's enormous body!
A great torrent of blood sprayed out!
The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon roared in pain, becoming even more frenzied and violent!
The scales across its body stood on end as its thick, majestic body swept through the air. The earth cracked, and astonishing waves rose in an instant!
With the terrifyingly powerful flesh of a ferocious beast, if he were struck, even Xuan Aotian of the Undying Realm would be smashed apart alive!
"Rumble—"
That vast and brutal force exploded with a thunderous roar.
The First Arena shook as though heaven and earth were overturning, and the ripples of force seemed to reach even the spectators in the stands.
Countless faces were filled with horror, while those gamblers who had placed heavy wagers looked ashen.
"This?!"
"Could that Xuan Clan's Discarded Son be dead?!"
"It's over! That's a ferocious beast at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm! I even gambled away my wife and children!!"
Just as everyone thought Xuan Aotian would either die or be severely injured beneath that strike.
A cold laugh suddenly sounded from directly above the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon.
"A beast is a beast in the end."
Xuan Aotian stood in the air, his black robes fluttering wildly, Dao essence swirling around him. Before him, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword glimmered with a soul-chilling black radiance.
He formed a sword seal with his hand, his eyes especially cold as he shouted in a low voice.
"Heaven Slaying Sword Art, Heaven Nether!"
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword trembled violently.
The next moment, it transformed from top to bottom into an incomparably sharp beam of sword light that fell as though it could cleave through everything!
If it struck, it would pierce straight through the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's body in a single blow!
At the same time.
In the Supreme Box, Su Chenxiao grinned at the sight and said.
"If it ends this easily, it won't be any fun."
"Elder Qing."
Elder Qing beside him understood at once, and a trace of utterly undetectable aura shot from his fingertip.
The aura instantly entered the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.
The sword light that should have pierced through the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon in a single strike shifted ever so slightly, so subtly that even Xuan Aotian did not notice!
"Rumble—"
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