We Struck Gold! All In on the Betting Pool

The commotion outside White Jade Plaza completely subsided.

On the viewing platform of the thirteen side halls, the city lords from all sides leaned stiffly back in their chairs.

The deputy city lord of Black Mountain City was deathly pale, his hands pressed against his knees, his fingernails almost tearing through his magnificent black robe.

"How could even Zhong Kui Faxiang be defeated head-on?"

The deputy city lord of Black Mountain City's voice trembled.

"That was a projection of the will of the Orthodox God of the Evil-Punishing Bureau, descending through the bloodline of the Zhong Family. Even Late Heavenly Monarch Stage would suffer severe damage from such a sword strike, yet this kid didn't even break a scratch."

The one-eyed elder from Blood Baleful Intent City standing nearby twitched uncontrollably, unable to utter a single word for a long while.

All the skilled warriors sent in by the Thirteen Cities of the Outer Domain have become lost souls.

They had hoped that the strength of the powerful clans in the Central Domain would be enough to suppress Chen Changqing on the bone platform, but instead, one of the Wang Family brothers had his head ripped off, and the other was chopped to pieces along with his spear.

Even Zhong Cheng, who is known for his fierceness in the Central Domain, has had to bow his head, admit defeat, and leave the stage.

All the Cultivators on the Heavenly Gate platform could see it clearly.

Chen Changqing has not used many of his trump cards along the way.

That Spirit Treasure longsword was used in only a handful of moves.

In front of the main altar, the Dark Moon Ghost Lord tilted his fair neck back and poured the wine from the cup into his stomach.

"Ha ha!"

The crisp laughter echoed directly across the entire floating Water Mirror, completely undisguised.

"Fellow Daoist Rakshasa, Fellow Daoist Black Mountain, the millions of Ghost Coins you staked on Nangong Tian are likely going to be wasted."

The Dark Moon Ghost Lord slammed the empty jade cup heavily onto the table.

I told you before, you have to have a good eye for people.

"Those so-called heroes you sent in, they're always so arrogant and domineering, but when they really run into a tough opponent, they're nothing but a handful."

The First Ghost General stood behind the Dark Moon Ghost Lord, his black armor clanging loudly. He drew his sword half an inch from his waist and then slammed it back shut, striding confidently with his head held high.

"The city lord is wise!"

The First Ghost General roared at the top of his lungs at the surrounding area.

"My guest elder possesses unparalleled divine might, sweeping aside all the prodigies of the Central Domain!"

"Whoever laughed at our Dark Moon City for being at the bottom before, feel free to stand up and bark a couple more times now!"

The guards of Dark Moon City shouted in unison, their chests puffed out high.

The pent-up frustrations of thousands of years were completely released the moment Chen Changqing annihilated the Wang Family and Zhong Families.

The Dark Moon Ghost Lord leaned back on the soft couch, his fingers lightly tapping the tabletop, feeling a sense of comfort.

We really struck gold this time.

The living guest who was casually signed on the banks of the Nether River was originally thought to be just a True Lord of the Yang Realm with some means of self-preservation, who at most would help Dark Moon City retain its place in the top ten.

Who would have thought that this child not only possessed an incredibly strong physical body, but also had an immensely profound foundation in his Qi Sea and Primordial Spirit.

It could even withstand and shatter the pressure of divine authority.

The Black Armor Ghost Immortal slowly raised his hand, and the Obsidian Water Mirror floating in front of him changed accordingly.

On the Water Mirror, Zhong Cheng's name faded into complete darkness.

At the top of the Battle Platform, only two radiant names remained, clashing against each other.

Nangong Tian.

Chen Changqing.

"The third battle has ended, the Champion battle begins."

The deep, muffled voice of the Black Armor Ghost Immortal reverberated in everyone's ears.

"After this battle, the dust has settled on the Ancestral Land competition."

"Bets are closed; no further changes allowed."

Upon hearing this, the deputy city lord of Black Mountain City bit his tongue hard and stared at the Rakshasa Ghost King with bloodshot eyes.

"Brother Rakshasa, how much cash do you have left?"

"We can't let Dark Moon City turn the tables like this!"

The Rakshasa Ghost King's face was so gloomy it seemed to drip water, and black energy surged wildly from his palm, crushing the armrest of the chair into powder.

"I also possess four million top-grade Ghost Coins, plus a contract for a Taiyin Black Iron Vein."

The Rakshasa Ghost King suddenly stood up and threw his Storage Ring and a beast skin contract onto the gambling table.

"Nangong Tian possesses the true Yama Emperor Blood; there is absolutely no way he could lose to a mere cultivator from the Yang Realm!"

"I'm betting everything on Nangong Tian!"

The deputy city lord of Black Mountain City was equally ruthless. He untied the storage pouch that symbolized his authority as deputy city lord from his waist and threw it out along with the two Quasi-Immortal Artifact protective gear he was wearing.

"Black Mountain City bets another three million! On the Nangong Aristocratic Clan to reach the top!"

Seeing this, the city lords of the other side halls gritted their teeth and also put up the treasures at the bottom of their chests.

In their view, Chen Changqing was indeed a prodigy, but Nangong Tian had ruled his peers in the Central Domain for a full thirty years, and many veteran Heavenly Monarch had died at his hands.

Nangong Tian not only possesses the Yama Emperor Sword, but also the Emperor's Killing Array passed down through generations of the Nangong Family.

It would be impossible for a guest advisor from outside the Late True Lord Stage to cross this insurmountable barrier.

In the center of the gambling table, the Ghost Coins and treasures under Nangong Tian's name were piled up into a giant mountain that shimmered with a ghostly light, and the total value instantly exceeded fifty million top-grade Ghost Coins.

The Dark Moon Ghost Lord caught a glimpse of this scene and sneered repeatedly.

"Since you're all so eager to hand over your wealth, this city lord will play along to the very end."

The Dark Moon Ghost Lord reached out and grabbed at the air, and a purple-gold tiger tally appeared out of thin air.

"The three Netherworld Spirit Stone mines directly under the jurisdiction of Dark Moon City are valued at ten million top-grade Ghost Coins."

"Bet all on Chen Changqing!"

The tiger tally fell, and the gambling table shook violently.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Black Armor Ghost Immortal's robe concealed all the treasures within the core of the formation.

"The odds are set, let the battle begin."

On the Floating Island, a chilling wind stirred the chains along the edge of the towering White Bone Battle Platform.

Nangong Tian gripped the scabbard of the Yama Emperor Sword with one hand and walked slowly forward.

Behind him, black mandalas bloomed across the void, and the extremely cold Imperial Domain pressed down layer by layer, causing the Extreme Dao Sword Formation around the Battle Platform to roar violently once again.

"Chen Changqing, you've certainly got some ability to get this far."

Nangong Tian's tone was calm, lacking his previous arrogance, but instead showing a touch of composure.

"But you shouldn't have shown your brilliance in front of Nangong."

"If I allow you to leave this Battle Platform alive today, what will become of the reputation of the Aristocratic Clan of the Central Domain?"

Nangong Tian flicked his wrist.

The Yama Ancient Sword was not completely drawn; instead, he held it behind his back.

Boom!

A dark line appeared between Nangong Tian's brows.

A jet-black spear, twelve feet long and forged entirely from the Nine Netherworlds Divine Iron, was slowly drawn out from the void in front of him.

The shaft of the spear is engraved with nine Yama demons howling towards the sky, and the spear tip spews out black and gold energy that tears through the void.

The aura of Perfection of the Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage no longer remained, erupting like a volcano that had been dormant for millions of years on the Battle Platform.

"The Nangong Family's ancestral weapon, the Nine Netherworlds Heaven-Breaking Spear."

Nangong Tian twirled the spear with one hand, the tip pointing directly at Chen Changqing's heart.

"Draw your sword, or you won't have a chance to strike."

Chen Changqing's white robe billowed, his expression showing no sign of panic.

"Marksmanship?"

Chen Changqing did not reach for the Immortal Execution Sword with his right hand, but instead let it hang down at his side.

"What a coincidence, I, Chen, also have some skill in marksmanship."

Chen Changqing waved his sleeve lightly.

An ancient-looking spear, its entire body adorned with flowing dark gold dragon patterns, slid into his palm.

High-grade Immortal Artifact, the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear.

The treasure left behind by the Heaven-Stepping Immortal Emperor has appeared in the world. The ancient and simple spear has no fancy decorations. Only at the tip of the spear is a cloud of gray and Chaos Qi.

Nangong Tian, standing opposite the Battle Platform, frowned slightly.

He had assumed that Chen Changqing's greatest asset was the flying sword that had severed the Wang Family brothers, but he hadn't expected that this man was also proficient in spear techniques and had even produced an Immortal Artifact whose grade was in no way inferior to the Heaven-Breaking Spear.

"Arrogant and conceited, abandoning the sword for a spear, he brought about his own destruction."

Without further ado, Nangong Tian suddenly exerted force with his feet.

The entire Battle Platform, towering ten thousand feet high, suddenly sank three inches.

Nangong Tian's figure tore open a straight black vacuum channel in the air, and the Nine Netherworlds Heaven-Breaking Spear in his hand transformed into a black jade evil dragon tearing at the Firmament, fiercely slamming towards Chen Changqing's throat.

That shot was incredibly fast.

The sharp whistling of the spearhead tearing through the air was left far behind; the extreme Yin Emperor's might, accompanied by countless spear lights, completely locked down all directions of movement.

Chen Changqing stood with his feet neither too far apart nor too far apart.

The Twelve Primordial Spirits within his body trembled simultaneously.

His five thousand miles of Divine Sense instantly covered the entire White Bone Battle Platform, and Nangong Tian's lightning-fast thrusting route was clearly dissected in his mind.

"Eight Desolations Spear Techniques, Black Tortoise Suppresses the Abyss!"

Chen Changqing swept his arm horizontally, and the spearhead of the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear slammed heavily into the bone ground.

A heavy, thick, earth-yellow Gang Qi instantly rose from the Battle Platform, condensing into a heavy, illusory image of the Black Tortoise Heavy Armor, which stood in front of him.

When!!

Mars rained down like a storm.

The sharp tip of the Nine Netherworlds Heaven-Breaking Spear slammed into the Black Tortoise Gang Qi, producing a deafening clang of metal striking metal.

A violent shockwave swept out, Extreme Dao Sword Formation set up around the Battle Platform by the Black Armor Ghost Immortal to tremble violently, and several fine cracks appeared on the surface of the four thousand-foot-long White Bone Demon Sword swords once again.

The Black Tortoise Gang Qi shattered with a deafening roar.

However, Nangong Tian's long-planned thunderous attack was abruptly stopped half a foot away from Chen Changqing.

"It's blocked?!"

Outside in the Heavenly Gate Plaza, the Rakshasa Ghost King gripped the railing tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead.

Nangong Tian's Thunderous Strike was enough to instantly kill any Cultivator had just entered the Heavenly Monarch, yet Chen Changqing actually held the spear barehanded and withstood it with a single defensive move.

Nangong Tian's expression changed slightly, and he used the recoil from the spear tip to somersault through the air.

"Yama Spear Instruction, Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!"

While suspended in mid-air, Nangong Tian's arms trembled violently, and the Nine Netherworlds Heaven-Breaking Spear instantly transformed into countless spear shadows.

Each spear shadow was accompanied by a blue-faced, Nine Netherworlds demon from the Blue-Faced, Fanged Demons. Thousands of jet-black spear beams rained down, completely engulfing the spot where Chen Changqing stood.

A chilling wind howled above the entire Floating Island, accompanied by incessant wails and screams of ghosts.

This kind of indiscriminate bombardment over such a wide area leaves absolutely no room for evasion.

Chen Changqing's white robe fluttered in the raging air currents.

He didn't retreat even a step, nor did he even raise his protective aura.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the Nine Great Red-Gold Primordial Spirits and the Three Great Star Primordial Spirits simultaneously activated the "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art".

The pale golden divine patterns deep within his body shone with dazzling light, and the Qi and Blood of his Sixth Turn physical body surged like thunder.

"Nine Tribulations God-Slaying Spear Technique, First Move: Mortal Breaking!"

Chen Changqing thrust his Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear- Splitting Spear towards the sky.

The spear flashes like a dragon!

There were no phantoms filling the sky, only a straight, extremely refined gray-white spear light rising against the current.

This shot contained the god-slaying Intent of Bai Wuya, the White-Clad Spear King, and its pure, extreme destructive power tore the descending demonic spear shadow to shreds.

Bang! Bang!

The countless spear beams exploded into a cloud of yin Yin Qi in mid-air.

Chen Changqing used the Drunken Immortal Moon-Gazing Step, his figure weaving through the gaps in the shattered spear light, instantly approaching Nangong Tian's foothold.

"Second decisive blow, Earth Splitter!"

Chen Changqing gripped the gun with both hands, his body slightly hunched, like a fully drawn bow, and slammed the spear down towards Nangong Tian's head.

The gun barrel sliced through the sky, producing a deep, resonant sound like thunder.

Nangong Tian's expression changed drastically, and in his haste, he could only hold the Nine Netherworlds Heaven-Breaking Spear horizontally above his head.

Clang!

The shaft of the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear slammed heavily into the center of the Heaven-Breaking Spear.

The terrifying physical strength, at the Quasi-Immortal Artifact level, combined with the domineering explosive power of the spear technique, was completely unleashed at the moment of collision.

The black armor on Nangong Tian's arms shattered on the spot, and his bones emitted a piercing grinding sound.

The immense impact forced his legs to buckle, and he crashed onto the White Bone Battle Platform like a meteorite.

Boom!

A deep crater, tens of meters wide, was smashed into the center of the Battle Platform, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly to the edges.

Nangong Tian knelt on one knee amidst the rubble, and a trickle of crimson blood finally spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"That's impossible!"

The deputy city lord of Black Mountain City screamed and slumped into his chair.

In a head-on close-quarters fight, Nangong Tian was actually knocked down from mid-air by Chen Changqing's spear!

Inside the elegant seating area on the high platform, the Dark Moon Ghost Lord laughed wildly, picked up the wine pot, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Well done!"

"So the Nangong Family's unparalleled genius is nothing special after all!"

In the deep pit, Nangong Tian slowly straightened up.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, the calm in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by a brutal and Slaughtering Will.

Having roamed the Nine Netherworlds Central Domain for many years, none of his peers had ever been able to force him into such a wretched state.

Not to mention a True Lord of the Yang Realm whose realm is lower than his.

"Good, very good!"

Nangong Tian's chest heaved violently, and the Nine Netherworlds Heaven-Breaking Spear in his hand emitted a piercing tremor.

"To be able to push Nangong to this point, Chen Changqing, you are definitely among the top three of the younger generation in the entire Nine Netherworlds."

"But that's all!"