A Sudden Change: The Powerful Gong Clan Successor

Today was the final day of the Supreme Arena.

Lu Wangshan had fought nine bouts, but each had ended with one slash, and none had taken long.

Li Ye had fought four bouts, and he had dispatched each opponent in just a couple of sword strokes.

There was still plenty of time before the day was over.

By the rules, Li Ye had to hold the arena until midnight to claim the championship.

The Lu Clan valued its word above all else.

But at this moment, he had everyone's support.

Seeing the situation, Lu Wangshan couldn't help hesitating.

Only after the crowd had pleaded with him again and again did he finally speak out: "All right!"

"Since little brother Li Ye has the people's support, I hereby announce..."

Just then, a cold voice rang out: "The arena time hasn't ended, yet the Lu Clan can't wait to declare the results."

"Can't accept losing?"

"If that's the case, why hold this Supreme Battle at all?"

What profound power!

The crowd exchanged glances.

The entire starry sky rumbled and trembled. Energy surged like a tide, splashing out like crashing waves and overturning and annihilating everything in every direction.

A vast, overwhelming force spread toward them.

A few breaths later, an ancient battle chariot, heavy and rusted, came driving from the distance.

It moved at incredible speed, reaching a hundred thousand times the speed of light.

It seemed to race atop the river of time. The chariot looked battered and heavy, yet it carried the ancient aura of countless ages.

Nine running azure dragons pulled the chariot.

Their enormous bodies were as vast as star rivers, formed from the Dao rhythms, patterns, and energy of the chariot, yet they looked utterly real.

On the hundred-thousand-zhang chariot stood a young man at the fore.