Su Yi stood in the fighting arena, clad in the Black Flood Dragon King Robe, unruffled by favor or disgrace as he waited quietly.
All eyes fell upon him—some curious, some doubtful, some jealous, and even more filled with killing intent.
When they saw the Demon Lord take the stage, the Demon Race side was greatly invigorated. Who in the Hundred Ridges had not heard of the Demon Lord?
He had slain a Supernatural Demon King while merely at the Humanoid Demon realm. That was simply monstrous!
"Ha ha ha, which human dares to come up?"
"Exactly! Forget Core-Holding Dharma cultivators—even Fusion Heart-Stirring cultivators would have to kneel!"
"So this is the Demon Lord? The black robe on him is no ordinary thing!"
"What bearing! As expected of the Demon Lord!"
"Tsk, tsk, this battle is won."
The monsters' laughter made the human cultivators' faces turn rather grim. They were far too arrogant!
The Core-Holding Dharma cultivators exchanged looks, yet no one immediately entered the arena.
"We've lost."
Mo Haosheng gritted his teeth. Though he was unwilling to admit it, Su Yi truly was powerful.
Wu Ruyun was also studying Su Yi curiously. He often heard his disciples mention Su Yi, and coupled with Wu Qingyao's reaction toward him, he had become quite interested in Su Yi.
It was not only him. Lu Yao of the Demon Cult, the monarchs of the Seven Dynasties, Ye Chonggang, and other great figures were all observing Su Yi.
"Could this boy have consumed a Dragon Strength Pill?"
Lu Yao frowned and muttered to himself. Su Yi's vitality and blood reminded him of Devil Lord Qingyan.
Li Mengde, the emperor of Fierce Tang, propped up his chin with one hand and stared at Su Yi, seemingly lost in thought.
Though Li Mengde's name sounded