Please Let Young Master Die in a Death Battle! The Final Battle

"It's just laughable that my elder brother is completely unaware. He's always only blamed our father. Even though he's severed ties with our clan now, every magical artifact and cultivation method he uses is related to our father, isn't it?"

Liu Zishan was a little surprised to hear this secret of the Ancient Clan Xuan Family.

"Is that so?"

"But why is it that the rumors I've heard say the Xuan Clan Head doted on his youngest son too much and neglected this Young Master Aotian, which led him to sever ties with his family and run away from home?"

"If what Young Master Ning says is true, then it truly is a case of the squeaky wheel getting the grease..."

Liu Zishan smiled and shook her head, sighing. She didn't ask any further questions.

However, her unintentional remark shattered the last defense in Xuan Ning's heart.

[Ding! Destined Protagonist Xuan Aotian has received maximum hatred from his younger brother. Destiny Value lost 2000!]

[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining 2000 Villain Points!]

Su Chenxiao was slightly stunned and looked at Liu Zishan with a hint of admiration.

Xuan Ning's teeth were almost ground to dust, his eyes bloodshot.

He had always been the most obedient child to his father.

But why, ever since he arrived, had everything changed?

His father poured all his love onto him without reservation, forgiving Xuan Aotian for everything he did.

But what about himself?

He had been a hostage for three years, constantly living in fear of death. Just for disobeying his father with a single sentence, he had to endure his father's slaps and scolding. Why?!

At this moment, the last shred of familial affection he held for his elder brother vanished completely.

Xuan Ning stared intently at the utterly rebellious Xuan Aotian in the arena below.

As if making some kind of decision, an unprecedented coldness flashed in his eyes.

Brother, your entire life has been under Father's protection, smooth sailing without any setbacks. You are truly too fortunate and successful.

Since you want this Qualification Token so badly, I will deliberately not give it to you!

Xuan Ning respectfully stepped forward and bowed to Su Chenxiao.

"Young Master."

Su Chenxiao raised an eyebrow, asking with some confusion.

"What is it?"

Xuan Ning lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"Young Master, please allow me to enter the arena."

"I want to have a death match with Xuan Aotian!"

"Please grant my request!"

"Oh?" Su Chenxiao's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this. He saw the jealousy and rage burning in Xuan Ning's eyes.

Su Chenxiao said with a smile.

"Why do you want to do this?"

Xuan Ning replied, "Although Xuan Aotian is no longer a member of our Ancient Clan Xuan Family, the halo around him still remains."

"As his younger brother, I want to make him understand that as long as he still has the blood of our Xuan Family flowing through him, he will never be able to face true hardship!"

Su Chenxiao smiled, a particularly brilliant smile.

"Did you hear that, Pavilion Master Liu?"

"I, this Young Master, wouldn't want to break the rules of your Heavenly Arena."

Liu Zishan, standing nearby, was somewhat surprised. Seeing this young master of the Imperial Clan speak, she said charmingly.

"Oh, you! What do rules matter?"

"Since it's Young Master Su's request, let alone slightly changing the rules, even if Young Master Su wanted this entire arena and me, I wouldn't dare refuse..."

This fox...

Su Chenxiao said indifferently.

"Did you hear that?"

"Since you want to go, then go."

Xuan Ning's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He knelt on one knee and clasped his fists.

"Xuan Ning thanks Young Master for your approval!"

Su Chenxiao waved his hand.

"It's nothing. This is your family matter anyway."

"However..."

As he said this, Su Chenxiao retrieved a round, milky-red pill from his System's storage ring and sent it over with his True Qi.

"What is this..." Xuan Ning looked at the blood-red pill in front of him with confusion.

Su Chenxiao said with a faint smile.

"Your father dotes on your elder brother so much, he probably still has many tricks up his sleeve that he hasn't used yet."

"This item is called the Rage Yuan Pill. It can temporarily boost cultivation and strength. It has no side effects after use, but it will leave you weakened for one day."

"You will accompany this young master to the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground in three days."

"So before then, I don't want to see anything happen to you!"

This pill was obtained from his recent ten consecutive draws. He hadn't expected it to be useful now.

Xuan Ning was slightly stunned. He felt that Young Master Su's words were not without reason.

After all, his father had even given the Nameless Sword Art, an supreme divine ability, to Xuan Aotian.

But he himself had received nothing.

He took the Rage Yuan Pill, and for the first time, Xuan Ning felt the care of another person.

He looked at Su Chenxiao gratefully and said.

"Xuan Ning thanks you, Young Master!"

Next, Liu Zishan used Divine Sense Transmission to have an arena deacon escort Xuan Ning away.

After he left, she looked at Su Chenxiao with a charming smile and said.

"Young Master, arrangements have been made~"

"Mm."

"Then how will Young Master reward this servant?"

"Reward you with a slap, want it?"

"..."

In the pitch-black passage.

Xuan Aotian sat to the side, adjusting his True Qi and recovering his condition, preparing for the next round of battle.

Xuan Aotian opened his eyes and glanced at his scorched right hand, a cold glint flashing.

Damn it, he hadn't expected the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's flames to be so troublesome.

Even now, he still didn't understand why his Immortal Slaughtering Sword strike had missed its mark.

As if sensing something, Xuan Aotian spoke coldly.

"Is the next match starting?"

Beside him, the Fat Deacon appeared at some point, quietly waiting for his recovery.

"No, no, no." Seeing Xuan Aotian wake up, the Fat Deacon said with a fawning smile.

"No rush."

"It's just that Young Master Aotian, our arena has something we'd like to discuss with you."

Xuan Aotian: "What is it?"

The Fat Deacon rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

"According to our previous agreement, you still have four more battles to complete a Hundred Victories and obtain that Qualification Token to enter the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground."

"You must have also understood the strength of the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon you just fought."

"If things continue at this pace, it might be difficult for you, Young Master Aotian, to complete your death matches within these three days..."

Xuan Aotian frowned.

The Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon's strength was indeed terrifying. If the remaining four matches were all against such fierce beasts, it would be difficult for him to handle.

"So what are you trying to say?"

Fat Deacon: "Young Master Aotian, it is precisely for this reason that our arena has decided to waive your remaining four death matches."

"From now on, you only need to complete one death match and achieve victory to obtain that Qualification Token."

Xuan Aotian's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at the smiling fat man in front of him and sneered.

"One match?"

"I'm afraid this last match won't be that simple, will it?"

The Fat Deacon said with a smile.

"You can also refuse, but I'll let you know that for the remaining four death matches, you won't be facing fierce beasts of the Undying Realm..."

King Sealing Realm?!

This fatso, how dare he threaten me?

Xuan Aotian's expression immediately turned grim.

However, the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground was about to open, and he still needed to prepare in advance. He didn't have that much time to waste with them.

"It's just the final battle. So what if you unleash fierce beasts at the peak of the King Sealing Realm?"

"I, Xuan Aotian, accept."

"Go prepare now. Today, I shall obtain that Qualification Token!"

Seeing Xuan Aotian agree, the Fat Deacon's eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands.

"Consider it done!"