Setting the Stakes, First Clash on the White Bone Battle Platform
A fierce wind swept up the leaden clouds high in the sky, crashing against the Obsidian railing at the edge of the platform.
The Black Armor Ghost Immortal slowly withdrew his hand from the Ancient Sword.
The nine chains of Extreme Dao Principle binding his body stopped shaking.
The oppressive atmosphere on the entire Heavenly Gate platform dissipated considerably.
The Black Armor Ghost Immortal turned his eyes beneath his mask, surveying the various city lords seated around him.
"Sitting idly watching the younger generation fight is rather boring."
The voice of the Black Armor Ghost Immortal echoed through the sea of clouds.
"Now that the top ten have been determined, how about we take advantage of the excitement and gamble on Champion this competition?"
Upon hearing this, the high-ranking officials from various Outer Domain, whose expressions had been uncertain, exchanged glances.
The Rakshasa Ghost King was the first to break the silence.
"Since Lord Ghost General has such an elegant interest, I will naturally oblige."
The Rakshasa Ghost King touched the blood-red bone ring on his finger, his voice low and hoarse.
"I wonder how Ghost General plans to open this betting platform?"
The Black Armor Ghost Immortal raised his right hand and casually swept it in mid-air.
A pitch-black Water Mirror Principle appeared out of thin air.
The names of Nangong Tian and Chen Changqing appeared on the Water Mirror.
"It's very simple. Although the other eight juniors have some skills, only these two truly have the foundation to win the championship."
"Nangong Tian of the Nangong Aristocratic Clan in the Central Domain, odds of 1 to 10."
"Chen Changqing from Dark Moon City in the Outer Domain, odds of 1 to 20."
"Minimum bet: 100,000 Ghost Coins, no upper limit."
The side halls and stands throughout the square instantly became abuzz with excitement.
Tens of thousands of Ghost Cultivators craned their necks, staring at the floating gambling table Water Mirror.
"One to ten odds and one to twenty odds."
The deputy city lord of Black Mountain City got up from the ground, straightened his disheveled robes, and sneered through gritted teeth.
"Is there even a need to choose?"
"Young Master Nangong Tian is a once-in-a-millennium genius in the Central Domain, having already reached the Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage, and possessing pure Yama Emperor Blood."
"No matter how eccentric Chen Changqing is, he's still just a Yang Realm cultivator in the Late True Lord Stage."
"What real skill is it to use Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure to sneak attack Qin Zhan? When it comes to a head-on confrontation in the arena, what can he use to compete with Young Master Nangong?"
The deputy city lord of Black Mountain City suddenly pulled out a storage pouch and slammed it into the suspended jade plate.
"Black Mountain City bets on Nangong Tian to win the championship, one million top-grade Ghost Coins!"
The one-eyed elder from Blood Baleful Intent City standing nearby was equally unwilling to be outdone.
"Blood Baleful Intent City and 1.5 million Ghost Coins are both bet on Young Master Nangong!"
The major cities that were usually at odds with Dark Moon City, such as Specter Ridge, Myriad Poison Sect, and White Bone Wasteland, all contributed large sums of their resources.
In a short time, the Ghost Coins pledged under Nangong Tian's name piled up like mountains, and the total amount quickly exceeded 20 million.
The prestige of the Nangong Family in the Central Domain is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the Nine Netherworlds.
No one believed that a Human Race External Aids could have the last laugh on this arena.
On the main platform, the Dark Moon Ghost Lord rested her chin on one hand and let out a light, snickering laugh.
"A bunch of blind frogs in a well."
With a flick of his long sleeve, the Dark Moon Ghost Lord sent a Heaven and Earth Bracelet, carved entirely from ten-thousand-year-old Netherworld Black Jade, flying out of his hand.
The Heaven and Earth Bracelet slammed heavily into the center of the gambling table in front of the Black Armor Ghost Immortal.
A soaring, eerie light erupted from the bracelet's opening, and the dense, pure Yin Qi even stained the surrounding clouds and mist a purplish-black.
"Chen Changqing is being held in custody in Dark Moon City for three million top-grade Ghost Coins."
The Dark Moon Ghost Lord picked up the wine cup on the table, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
"This city lord wants to see if some people will still be laughing when this brat crushes the entire arena."
The Rakshasa Ghost King's face twitched, and he snorted coldly before tossing two million Ghost Coins toward Nangong Tian's betting pool.
In a corner of the side hall's viewing platform, two gaunt old men dressed in gray robes looked at each other.
These are the city lords of Qingming City and Cold Crow Ridge, the weakest of the Thirteen Cities of the Outer Domain.
These two cities had long suffered from the bullying and exploitation of Rakshasa City and Black Mountain City, and their disciples had been slaughtered as early as the First Trial.
"Qingming City is holding Chen Changqing for 500,000 Ghost Coins."
The Qingming City gritted his teeth and threw out a Storage Ring.
"Cold Crow Ridge and 500,000 Ghost Coins, also bet on Chen Changqing."
The Cold Crow City had a hoarse voice.
Although the two were heartbroken about losing their life savings, they had personally witnessed Chen Changqing's overwhelming Qi and Blood, which allowed him to slaughter tens of thousands of Corpse Baleful Qi single-handedly, on the outskirts of the Minor World.
That kind of Pure Yang Gang Qi is practically a natural nemesis to ordinary Ghost Cultivators.
Rather than betting their entire fortune on the arrogant Aristocratic Clan of the Central Domain, they might as well take a gamble on this ruthless Human Race of death.
On the Primordial Floating Island.
Chen Changqing stepped onto the White Bone Battle Platform.
The Battle Platform beneath my feet was made entirely of the crushed skulls of ancient Gods and Devils, and felt hard and cold to the touch.
Four thousand-foot-long White Bone Demon Swords stood in the four directions, and the chilling Extreme Dao Sword Formation sealed off all escape routes in all directions.
Wang Long, dragging the Bone Spear wreathed in Nine Netherworlds Underworld Fire with one hand, strode across the Array Patterns.
The spearhead scraped against the hard bone ground with a harsh, screeching sound, leaving a trail of dark green embers in its wake.
"Kid, you got lucky on the outskirts and ambushed and killed Qin Zhan."
Wang Long stopped and slightly hunched over.
Don't think that having a Quasi-Houtian Spirit Treasure makes you invincible.
"Today, I, Wang, will show you that borrowed external things can never bridge the vast chasm between different realms of understanding!"
Wang Long let out a low growl.
The immense Law Power of Absolute Peak Half-Step Heavenly Monarch surged wildly from his limbs and bones.
The entire Battle Platform, towering ten thousand feet high, trembled violently.
A colossal Bone Demon phantom appeared behind Wang Long. The demon god had Three-Headed Six-Armed, frantically devouring the surrounding Taiyin Gang Winds.
"Die!"
Wang Long suddenly exerted force with his feet.
Boom!
Dozens of huge cracks appeared on the surface of the bone platform from being stepped on.
Wang Long tore through the void, his spear transforming into a White Bone Demon Flood Dragon that churned the seas, carrying a pungent stench of corpses as it aimed straight for Chen Changqing's throat.
This attack was extremely fast, and the power of the Principle was condensed to the extreme, completely compressing the air in front of it into a vacuum.
Outside the Battle Platform, Han Jue, Zhao Feiyan, and others watched coldly.
"Wang Long has cultivated the White Bone Demon Scripture to the Seventh Layer. Even against an ordinary Early Heavenly Monarch Stage, he can last for dozens of rounds."
Zhao Feiyan crossed her arms and coldly judged.
"That Human Race brat is too arrogant and doesn't draw his sword; this spear is enough to pierce his heart."
However, Chen Changqing, standing in the center of the Battle Platform, did not change his expression in the slightest.
The Immortal Execution Sword hanging at his waist didn't even sway.
The twelve crimson Red-Gold Primordial Spirits and the Star Primordial Spirits floated and circulated in the Sea of Consciousness.
Wang Long's lightning-fast thrust was riddled with flaws under the meticulous analysis of his five-thousand-mile- Divine Sense.
Chen Changqing simply raised his hand slightly, spreading his five fingers into a palm.
The "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art" circulated within his body to the Sixth Turn, and countless mysterious and ancient pale gold patterns appeared within his physical body.
His resilient physical body, at the level of Quasi-Immortal Artifact, has fully recovered.
Pure Yang Qi and Blood transform into a thin layer of hazy gray radiance, adhering to the surface of the skin in the palm.