Heavenly Fate's Chosen Protagonist vs. His Biological Younger Brother! A Battle of Life and Death!

Inside Arena No. 1.

The final battle was about to begin.

Xuan Aotian, who had mostly recovered, wore a calm expression as he quietly waited in the arena for his final opponent.

The spectators around him had personally witnessed Xuan Aotian slay a Ninth Layer Undying Realm ferocious beast across realms.

The atmosphere in the arena had been ignited to a fever pitch.

Even though half an hour had already passed, their enthusiasm had not diminished in the slightest.

The crowd discussed it animatedly.

"I never thought Xuan Aotian could actually defeat the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon. I remember he had only just reached the Ascension Realm a year ago. How had he progressed so quickly?"

"He is, after all, the son of the Xuan Clan Head. His father probably poured quite a few resources into him."

"I heard that the Xuan Clan Head also has a young son. His talent is extraordinary, and he has been raised within the clan since childhood, receiving the cultivation of countless resources."

"Tell me, even Xuan Aotian, who only recently returned to the clan, is this powerful. Wouldn't his younger brother Xuan Ning be even more terrifying?"

As soon as those words fell, the speaker immediately felt a gaze brimming with killing intent.

Xuan Aotian had opened his eyes at some point and was staring coldly at him from within the arena.

The man hurriedly shut his mouth.

"Hmph." Xuan Aotian snorted coldly.

What he hated most in ordinary times was having others compare him to his younger brother.

A flower raised in a greenhouse—how could it possibly compare to me?

Just then, laughter rang out from among the Hidden Ancient Clans.

"Hahaha, Xuan Aotian, you truly put on quite the airs."

Qi Ao sat in the VIP seats, his words thick with mockery.

"Didn't everyone spend spirit stones precisely to watch you, an Ancient Clan castoff?"

"What, you are merely a death fighter taking part in arena battles. You cannot even tolerate a few remarks from us paying spectators?"

As a member of an Ancient Clan himself, others might fear Xuan Aotian, but he did not!

He was nothing more than the Xuan Clan's Discarded Son.

Qi Ao continued mockingly.

"If you ask me, Xuan Aotian, whether in bearing or strength, you will never surpass your younger brother Xuan Ning!"

"Brother Xuan Ning possesses your Xuan Family's ancient Two Forms Divine Body. At not even twenty, he already has Ninth Layer Undying Realm cultivation. If you were not related by blood, you would not even be qualified to carry Brother Xuan Ning's shoes."

Xuan Ning was gentle and refined, exceptionally talented, and had always maintained the bearing expected of a Hidden Ancient Clan.

Thus, among the prodigies of the Ancient Clans, he held considerable prestige.

At those words, the surrounding Hidden Ancient Clan prodigies also laughed, clearly in wholehearted agreement.

Xuan Aotian's face instantly turned incomparably cold.

He stared at Qi Ao atop the stands, killing intent overflowing from him as the Immortal Slaughtering Sword in his hand hummed and trembled.

"If you seek death, then come down."

Qi Ao became even more disdainful at the sight.

"I do not care, but Xuan Aotian, if you dare break the arena's rules, I am afraid you will not obtain the Qualification Token."

"A dignified member of an Ancient Clan, fighting until his head is smashed and blood flows here for the qualification to enter the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground. We are truly ashamed to keep company with you. How disgraceful!"

Xuan Aotian's chest rose and fell as he forcibly suppressed his fury and calmed himself, refusing to listen to that barking of dogs.

On the other side, the Fat Deacon in the arena communicated with Liu Zishan through voice transmission.

After receiving her permission, he nodded and announced with a smile.

"As everyone knows, Young Master Aotian needs only these final four death battles to obtain the Qualification Token for entering the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground!"

"But if he keeps fighting ferocious beasts in death battles, I imagine all of you have grown tired of watching that!"

"Therefore, our Heavenly Revelation Arena has decided to combine those four battles into one final battle!"

"And the opponent Young Master Aotian will face this time is not a ferocious beast..."

"But a Ninth Layer Undying Realm cultivator!"

What?!

As soon as those words were spoken, not only did the spectators in the stands react, even Xuan Aotian inside the arena frowned and looked toward the Fat Deacon.

"A cultivator?"

Even a Ninth Layer Undying Realm Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon had been slain by him.

Ferocious beasts had always possessed stronger physical bodies than humans of the same realm. Did this arena truly think that a mere Ninth Layer Undying Realm cultivator could stop me from claiming the Qualification Token?

Xuan Aotian sneered inwardly.

"Enough nonsense."

"Have that person show himself and begin."

Seeing how eager Xuan Aotian was, the Fat Deacon smiled mysteriously and nodded.

"Since Young Master Aotian is so impatient."

"Then let that esteemed person enter the arena."

"Rumble—"

The moment his words fell.

The enormous stone gate opposite them suddenly opened.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Unhurried footsteps echoed from within the pitch-black passage.

Everyone in the arena looked over.

"It really is a cultivator?"

"Who is it? Could it be some old devil?"

The Hidden Ancient Clan prodigies also watched with great interest.

Qi Ao said with a smile.

"This Heavenly Revelation Arena is rather interesting. They actually found a Ninth Layer Undying Realm cultivator to come here."

"I just wonder who he is. He had better not be defeated by that trash Xuan Aotian."

Everyone laughed and chatted, but when they saw the person slowly emerge from behind the stone gate.

Very quickly, they could no longer laugh.

The entire arena fell silent in an instant.

As he looked at the person opposite him.

Xuan Aotian's pupils suddenly contracted!

His face was filled with disbelief and horror.

In an instant, he flew into a towering rage and growled at the person opposite him.

"It's you?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

"Xuan Ning!!"

Boom

In an instant, the entire arena erupted!

No one had expected that the cultivator who would duel Xuan Aotian, the Ancient Clan castoff, this time...

Would actually be Xuan Ning, son of the Ancient Clan Xuan Family Head and Xuan Aotian's biological younger brother!!

"How is this possible?!"

"They have gone mad! They have completely gone mad!"

"Am I dreaming? Xuan Aotian may be an Ancient Clan castoff, but this man is a candidate for the next clan head—the Xuan Family's most outstanding current prodigy, Xuan Ning!"

"With such a noble status, what was he doing in the arena? Could it be that he also wanted the Qualification Token?"

The people from the Immortal Dao Lineages and Hidden Ancient Clans within the arena were all dumbfounded.

Qi Ao's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he stared fixedly at the person opposite him.

"Brother Xuan Ning?!"

"How could Brother Xuan Ning appear here!"

The Fat Deacon in the arena was clearly very satisfied with everyone's reactions.

He laughed loudly and introduced him.

"I presume everyone recognizes this cultivator."

"That is right! The cultivator whom Young Master Aotian will face in his final death battle."

"Is none other than the current son of a Hidden Ancient Clan head, Young Master Aotian's biological younger brother, Xuan Ning!!"

"This death battle shall be a battle of life and death!"

"There is only one condition for victory!"

"Kill the other party!"

Madness!

They had all fucking gone mad!

Two noble Ancient Clan prodigies, two biological brothers...

Were actually going to fight a battle of life and death in this arena?!

"Outrageous!!!"

Someone from a Hidden Ancient Clan sensed that something was wrong and shouted furiously.

"Do you know exactly who these two people before you are?! Who gave you the courage to make them fight to the death?"

"Does your Heavenly Revelation Arena have a death wish?"

The speaker was an Ancient Clan elder.

The Fat Deacon looked toward him and chuckled.

"My apologies, but this matter was personally requested by Young Master Xuan Ning."

"Moreover, it has received the approval of that esteemed person."

"That esteemed person is someone whom not even all the Ancient Clan members present combined could compare to one finger of!"

The Fat Deacon had never been so bold before.

Ignoring the Ancient Clan elder trembling all over with rage, he smiled and loudly announced.

"Everyone may place your bets now!"

"Today's death battle is a spectacle seen once in a thousand years. Do not leave yourselves with lifelong regret!"

"Now then, the battle begins!!"

Meanwhile, within the Supreme Room.

Su Chenxiao watched the scene below, his eyes full of amusement.

"A battle between biological brothers is truly fascinating beyond compare."

Liu Zishan also chuckled softly beside him.

"Hehe, a duel between two members of the Ancient Clan Xuan Family. Thanks to you, Young Master, after today, the reputation of our Heavenly Revelation Arena will likely double once again."

"Even I am now looking forward to seeing which of these two brothers will win."

"I shall accompany you in this private room, Young Master..."

"And wait to see..."