Destined Protagonist vs. Biological Brother! Battle of Life and Death!

Inside Arena Number One.

The final battle was about to begin.

Xuan Aotian, his condition mostly recovered, waited calmly in the arena for his last opponent.

In the surrounding spectator stands, the audience had personally witnessed Xuan Aotian's previous feat of defeating a Fierce Beast at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm across realms.

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

Even though half an hour had passed, their enthusiasm had not waned.

People were discussing animatedly.

"I never thought Xuan Aotian could actually defeat the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon. I remember he was only at the Ascension Realm a year ago. How could his progress be so rapid?"

"He's the son of the Xuan Clan Head, after all. It's likely his father poured a lot of resources into him."

"I heard the Xuan Clan Head has a younger son with exceptional talent, who has been nurtured with countless resources within the clan since childhood."

"You guys, if Xuan Aotian, who only recently returned to the clan, is already this strong, then wouldn't his brother Xuan Ning's strength be even more terrifying?"

As the words fell, the speaker suddenly felt a gaze filled with killing intent.

He saw that Xuan Aotian, who had opened his eyes at some unknown time, was staring coldly at him.

The speaker quickly shut his mouth.

"Hmph," Xuan Aotian snorted coldly.

He detested it when others compared him to his younger brother.

How can a flower grown in a greenhouse compare to me?

At this moment, a loud laugh echoed from the hidden Ancient Clans.

"Hahaha, Xuan Aotian, you really put on quite an act."

Qi Ao, seated in the VIP box, said with a sneer.

"Everyone paid Spirit Stones, didn't they, just to see you, this discarded son of an Ancient Clan?"

"What, you, a deathmatch fighter in the arena, can't even tolerate a few words from us paying spectators?"

As someone from an Ancient Clan himself, others might fear Xuan Aotian, but he did not!

He was merely a discarded son of the Xuan family.

Qi Ao continued to mock.

"If you ask me, Xuan Aotian, whether it's your demeanor or your strength, you'll never measure up to your brother Xuan Ning!"

"Brother Xuan Ning possesses your Xuan family's ancient Two Forms Divine Body. At only twenty years old, he has reached the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm. If not for your blood relation, you wouldn't even qualify to carry Brother Xuan Ning's shoes."

Xuan Ning was gentle and refined, with outstanding talent, always maintaining the dignified bearing expected of an Ancient Clan.

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

Upon hearing this, the surrounding prodigies from the hidden Ancient Clans also began to laugh, showing their strong agreement.

Xuan Aotian's expression instantly turned icy cold.

He looked at Qi Ao on the stage with killing intent, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword in his hand humming ominously.

"If you wish to die, feel free to come down."

Qi Ao scoffed even more at this.

"I don't care, but Xuan Aotian, if you dare to break the arena's rules by taking action, you might not get the Qualification Token."

"To think that someone from an esteemed Ancient Clan would fight tooth and nail here for a chance at the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground. We are truly ashamed to be associated with you; it's disgraceful!"

Xuan Aotian's chest heaved, suppressing the urge to attack, forcing himself to calm down and not listen to this barking.

On the other side, the Fat Deacon in the arena communicated with Liu Zishan via telepathy.

After receiving her permission, he nodded, smiled, and said loudly, "As everyone knows, Young Master Aotian is only four more deathmatches away from obtaining the Qualification Token for the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground!"

"But if he keeps fighting Fierce Beasts, I'm sure you've all grown tired of watching!"

"Therefore, the Heavenly启 Arena has decided to change these four matches into just one final match!"

"And the opponent Young Master Aotian will face this time is not a Fierce Beast..."

"...but a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm!"

What?!

As this announcement was made, not only the audience in the stands but even Xuan Aotian within the arena furrowed his brow and looked at the Fat Deacon.

"A cultivator?"

He had, after all, killed the Flame Hell Ghost Flood Dragon at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm.

Fierce Beasts were always physically stronger than humans of the same realm. Did this arena really think that a mere cultivator at the Ninth Layer of the Undying Realm could stop him from obtaining the Qualification Token?

Xuan Aotian sneered inwardly.

"Enough with the nonsense."

"Just have that person show up, let's begin."

Seeing Xuan Aotian's eagerness, the Fat Deacon smiled mysteriously and nodded.

"Since Young Master Aotian is so impatient."

"Then let that esteemed individual make their appearance."

"Rumble—"

As soon as the words fell.

The massive stone gate opposite them creaked open.

"Dada da..."

From within the dark passage, a leisurely footsteps could be heard.

Everyone in the arena turned their gaze towards the sound.

"Is it really a cultivator?"

"Who could it be? Perhaps some ancient demon?"

The prodigies from the hidden ancient clans also watched with great interest.

Qi Ao chuckled.

"This Heavenly启 Arena is rather interesting, actually finding a cultivator from the Undying Realm, Ninth Layer, to come here."

"I just don't know who it is. I hope they don't get defeated by that trash Xuan Aotian."

The crowd chatted and laughed, but when they saw the person slowly emerging from behind the stone gate.

Soon, their laughter died down.

The entire arena fell silent in an instant.

Staring at the person who had arrived.

Xuan Aotian's pupils constricted violently!

His face was filled with disbelief and horror.

In a fit of rage, he roared at the person opposite him.

"It's you?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

"Xuan Ning!!"

Boom!

Instantly, the entire venue erupted!

No one had expected that the cultivator who would duel the Xuan Clan's Discarded Son, Xuan Aotian, this time...

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

"How is this possible?!"

"They're insane! Absolutely insane!"

"Am I dreaming? Xuan Aotian is the Xuan Clan's Discarded Son, but this is the next Clan Head candidate, the most outstanding prodigy in the Xuan Family right now, Xuan Ning!"

"With such a noble status, why is he here in the arena? Could it be that he also wants the Qualification Token?"

The people from the immortal Dao lineages and hidden ancient clans in the arena were all dumbfounded.

Qi Ao's eyes nearly bulged out as he stared intently at the person opposite him.

"Brother Xuan Ning?!"

"Why is Brother Xuan Ning here!"

The Fat Deacon in the venue was clearly satisfied with everyone's reaction.

He let out a loud laugh and announced.

"I believe everyone recognizes this cultivator."

"That's right! The cultivator who Young Master Aotian will face in his final death match."

"Is none other than the son of the current hidden ancient clan's Clan Head, Young Master Aotian's own brother, Xuan Ning!!"

"This death match is a battle to the death!"

"There is only one condition for victory!"

"Until one party kills the other!"

Insane!

Everyone here is completely insane!

Two distinguished prodigies from the Ancient Clans, who are also biological brothers…

Are actually going to fight to the death in this arena?!

"Bastard!!!"

Someone from an reclusive Ancient Clan sensed the gravity of the situation and shouted.

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

"Are you, Heavenly Revelation Arena, trying to court death?"

The speaker was an elder from an Ancient Clan.

The Fat Deacon looked at that person and chuckled.

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

"Furthermore, it has also received the approval of that esteemed individual."

"That esteemed individual, even all of you from the Ancient Clans combined, are no match for a single finger of theirs!"

The Fat Deacon had never felt so emboldened.

Ignoring the Ancient Clan elder who was trembling with anger, he loudly declared with a smile.

"Everyone, you may place your bets now!"

"A deathmatch like this is a rare sight, occurring once in a thousand years. Don't regret it for the rest of your lives!"

"Then, the match begins!!"

Meanwhile, in the VIP suite.

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

"A battle between brothers, truly the most interesting thing."

Liu Zishan also chuckled softly beside him.

"Hehe, a duel between two people from the Ancient Clan Xuan Family. Thanks to you, Young Master, I believe the reputation of our Heavenly启 Arena will double after today."

"Even I am now looking forward to seeing who among these two brothers will win."

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

"And watch with anticipation..."