Ancient Colossus

The Starry Sky Arena was eerily silent.

Fire Xuan and the others stood dumbfounded. Was this a Saint-level battle, or a catfight between shrews?

There was no helping it. Hei Bao's attack angles were too vicious—from the eyes to the nose, then straight to the crotch, all in one seamless chain. Clearly, he had buried his head in hard practice for quite some time.

Those deadly weak points made Saint Yuan Da Yi utterly unable to endure it. He whimpered and growled, his eyes stinging and bleeding, blood bubbles spilling from his nose. The sight was simply too tragic.

Saint Yuan Ji, who had been watching the battle, was so furious he nearly burst a lung. It was simply... too painful to watch!

Saint Yuan Da Yi's hair was disheveled, his face swollen and bruised, and he had gone mad with rage.

But it was already meaningless. His body was bound by countless branches, leaving him like a huge rice dumpling being hung up and beaten viciously.

Madam Mi laughed until her whole body trembled like flowers in the wind. She felt relieved, but even more proud and delighted. Although Chen Fusheng had secretly helped, after this battle, who would still dare look down on Hei Bao? His position could now be firmly established.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Mi Mu's direct grandson finally could not hold back any longer. He walked toward the arena and raised a hand to press down on Hei Bao, telling him to calm down.

He was even more furious. What kind of ridiculous mess was this? Saint Yuan Da Yi had lost, so be it—but Hei Bao had just kicked him in the crotch. It seemed something had broken?

If that harmed his ability to continue the family line, how was he supposed to answer