Outside the Martial Arts Arena, the Fate Dao Ancestor looked at the Power Dao Ancestor above, his gaze rippling slightly.
If the Power Dao Ancestor truly lost, would he really be dead? The Fate Dao Ancestor had always felt that there was something unreal about that.
Aside from those at the Ninth-Order Peak, who wanted to gamble on a bit of luck, the Dao Ancestors who dared step into the Martial Arts Arena all had at least some trump cards in hand.
The Reincarnation Dao Ancestor had a wisp of his True Spirit within the Reincarnation Heavenly Dao, so he fundamentally would not die.
The Fate Dao Ancestor himself had two bodies of Yin and Yang, and had long since used other methods to temporarily break free from the shackles of the Yin Yang Heavenly Dao, so he likewise had no fear of the Martial Arts Arena's threat of death.
Nan Caiming, the Space Dao Ancestor who had been forced onto the stage out of helplessness, seemed to face death if he did not advance, but when it truly came to bodily death and Dao Dissipation, it was not necessarily impossible for him to use the Space Heavenly Dao to desperately let a wisp of his True Spirit escape.
Of course, Nan Caiming most likely could not escape the Martial Arts Arena, but at least there was a sliver of possibility there.
Had the Power Dao Ancestor stepped into the Martial Arts Arena simply because the Fate Dao Ancestor had obtained a third Powerful Heavenly Dao, and thus gone up impatiently, afraid of being pressed behind by the Fate Dao Ancestor?
Boom, boom, boom!
On the Martial Arts Arena, the battle between the Power Dao Ancestor and the challenger had already reached its most white-hot stage. Terrifying power lashed out