Xiao Yan held the Mysterious Heavy Ruler in one hand, its tip pressed against the throat of his fallen opponent. He said calmly, "Do you concede?"
The opponent was over fifty, with streaks of gray already at his temples. Amid his dispirited aura, one could faintly sense the Dou Qi fluctuations of a Peak Dou Huang.
He gave a bitter smile and sighed. "Young friend, your strength has exceeded my expectations. I concede!"
Xiao Yan deftly withdrew the massive black ruler. This was already the third time he had made that motion.
After Zi Yan took the stage and consecutively beat down eight opponents, she withdrew on the grounds that she had exhausted too much strength. Left with no choice, Xiao Yan had taken her place. Facing him were Xuan Ling Sect's last three High-tier Dou Huangs and two Dou Zong experts.
And now, only those two Dou Zongs from Xuan Ling Sect had yet to take the field...
"Hmph! Don't think you can challenge my Xuan Ling Sect just because you defeated a Peak Dou Huang. The gulf between a Dou Zong and a Dou Huang is not something an Eight-star Dou Huang like you can cross!" At that moment, a deep middle-aged man's voice came from below the stage.
Immediately afterward, Xiao Yan sensed an intense surge of Dou Qi mixed with spatial fluctuations approaching from behind him.
With a sweep of the Mysterious Heavy Ruler, he sent the opponent who had conceded flying away. Then lightning flashed beneath his feet, and he vanished from where he stood.
Bang!
A massive dark-red iron hammer smashed viciously into the spot where Xiao Yan had just disappeared. Empowered by Dou Qi, the hammer seemed to possess immense force, blasting a sizable crater into the arena forged from black iron.
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