Crushing Domination

Seeing that Ming Huo had already made his decision, Zhang Yang also flew onto the arena.

Diao Buer, the referee, turned green with rage.

As the referee, he had no choice but to step into the ring.

Isn't this just shortening his lifespan even further?

Damn it!

Why focus solely on him burning?

He harbored resentment towards Zhang Yang. The referee would be changed tomorrow, so why not challenge him then?

The two competitors were unprepared, but the referee tensed up and started preparing himself.

Protected by Spirit Artifact, enveloped by Dao Domain.

He planned to hold out for a while, letting Zhang Yang burn more of his lifespan, ideally burning him to death outright...

The other sects' Dao Integration Realm all had burning eyes, hoping that Ming Huo and Zhang Yang could fight for a while longer, so that Zhang Yang could burn even more of his lifespan.

Azure Cloud Master's expression was serious; he too was waiting intently.

He couldn't care less about the referee; if anything seemed amiss, he would simply use the power of the formation to bring Zhang Yang back to life.

Gudoer a little curious; wasn't this kid afraid of revealing his identity?

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards Youfeng.

Just then, Youfeng also looked over, his gaze filled with a profound meaning.

He'd heard Ming Ye mention that Zhang Yang was supposedly the son of the Demon Venerable?

However, Zhang Yang appears to be an Immortal Cultivation, and he and Azure Cloud Master are master and disciple. What exactly is the relationship between the Demon Lord and the Azure Cloud Sect?

Who exactly is Zhang Yang?

After glancing at Gudoer, Youfeng turned to the arena.

He stared intently at Zhang Yang's every move, trying to glean information from Zhang Yang actions.

After Diao Buer had finished preparing, he said, "Let's begin!"

As soon as the command was given, Ming Huo roared, "Three Thousand Bone Realms!"

The white bones stretched rapidly from his feet, enveloping the entire arena.

But his skeleton had barely appeared when Zhang Yang pounced on him.

As they pounced, all four or five Spirit Artifacts were activated.

The Radiant Armor protected him, the Soul-Suppressing Banner his soul, the Immortal-Binding Rope had already flown out, and the Immortal-Refining Cauldron was in his hand.

He raced across the bones, completely ignoring their sharpness.

The arena was only a hundred feet wide. He sprinted forward and reached Ming Huo in just a few breaths.

Zhang Yang picked up the Immortal-Refining Cauldron used it like a brick, smashing it down towards the Ming Huo.

At this moment, the Three Thousand Bone Realms of White Bones of Ming Huo had just enveloped the entire arena, and the Netherworld Ghostfire had not yet been ignited.

Just as the Ming Huo Netherworld Ghostfire about to ignite, it saw Zhang Yang rushing towards it. The skull grinned and said, "You actually want to compete with me in physique? Do you know how long I've tempered this body? How many heavenly materials and earthly treasures I've used?"

Through the previous battles, everyone knew that these Immortal Cultivation's physical bodies weren't actually that strong.

Only the bodies of Demon Race are powerful enough!

Therefore, instead of igniting the ghost fire, the Ming Huo raised its fist and smashed it at Zhang Yang, letting Zhang Yang see just how terrifying its Ghost Body really was!

"When--"

With a muffled thud, the skeletal hand of Ming Huo slammed into the Immortal-Refining Cauldron.

"Smack!"

With a crisp crack, the skeletal fist turned to bone dust, and the skeletal arm, forged through countless hammer blows, also cracked open with numerous fissures...

Although the Immortal-Refining Cauldron is a powerful artifact, it is actually Immortal Artifact!

To confront Immortal Artifact head-on with one's own flesh and blood...

"Ah--"

With a scream of Ming Huo, Minghuo was terrified. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, he pushed off with his feet and instantly retreated.

"Receive!"

Zhang Yang scooped up the Immortal-Refining Cauldron, filled it with all the bone powder from the white bones, and then continued chasing after the Ming Huo Immortal-Refining Cauldron.

After retreating a distance, Ming Huo was filled with rage.

He had never suffered such a loss before; his body, tempered and refined through countless trials, had even lost a hand.

How long will it take to recover?

Instantly, he wanted to ignite the Netherworld Ghostfire.

Just then, he noticed that the Immortal-Binding Rope was already binding him, so he immediately retreated again and activated the Netherworld Ghostfire.

Zhang Yang's expression turned cold. He picked up the Soul-Suppressing Banner and vigorously shook it towards the Ming Huo.

He originally didn't want to use the Soul-Suppressing Banner because it targets the Divine Soul, and the Divine Soul of the Ming Huo is relatively weak.

Given the mysterious identity of Ming Huo in the Ghost Realm, if its Divine Soul were severely injured, the Ming Huo Ghost Realm might have other conflicts with the Azure Cloud Sect.

However, now that the Ming Huo was about to ignite the Netherworld Ghostfire, he couldn't care less.

Because, to resist the Netherworld Ghostfire, he would have to reveal his Ghost Realm Cultivation Method or endure the burning of his lifespan.

He didn't want either of those, so the only option was to use the Soul-Suppressing Banner.

He's betting that Youfeng make a move!

Because Youfeng would never allow Ming Huo's Divine Soul to malfunction.

Sure enough, when he saw Zhang Yang shake the Soul-Suppressing Banner, Youfeng instantly reached out and grabbed the Ming Huo off the stage, then extinguished it with a Netherworld Ghostfire.

"You win!"

Youfeng said to Zhang Yang, and casually tossed a box containing Soul Soil to Zhang Yang.

However, his expression was rather unpleasant.

On one hand, he was severely injured by the Ming Huo, losing an arm; on the other hand, the Ghost Realm still hadn't found anyone to open the Ghost Gate!

As for Zhang Yang's victory over Ming Huo... it only demonstrated the power of his Law Treasure and the depth of his spiritual energy; nothing else was apparent.

How could Youfeng possibly be in a good mood after such an outcome?

Zhang Yang put away the Soul Soil, bowed to Youfeng and said, "Thank you, Senior... I'm very sorry for accidentally injuring Brother Ming Huo just now. I wonder if there's anything I can do for Brother Ming Huo? I will definitely help."

"No need!" Youfeng replied calmly.

Then, he looked at the others and said, "The ten battles we agreed on have all been completed. Our next meeting will be at the Prodigy Battlefield of Prodigies. Farewell!"

He left Azure Cloud City on the spot with ten little devils.

However, as he left, Ming Huo glared fiercely at Zhang Yang, seemingly quite resentful.

The other sects didn't pay much attention when Youfeng mentioned the Prodigy Battlefield.

Everyone thought it would be three hundred years later...

Many people were even somewhat relieved, because if the Ghost Realm were to fight them again in three hundred years, they would be better prepared then.

Next, the Dao Integration Realm from various sects all took their leave.

Since the Ghost Realm and the Devil Race Realm have been defeated, and there are still three Demon Race members to be dealt with, should we stay in Azure Cloud City and continue to send money to the Azure Cloud Sect?

Although the other Dao Integration Realm have left, those prodigies like Leng Qingfeng and Ling Xu, who have made agreements with Zhang Yang, cannot leave.

They also had to fulfill their agreement to be sparring partners, which was also part of their mission to find out the true nature of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Now, they just need to wait for Zhang Yang's arrangements to go to the Azure Cloud Sect.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was clashing with the Sage Master and his son.

"Brother Kong, where is my Soul-Condensing Liquid?" Zhang Yang asked.

As agreed, he instructed Kong Xiuping to defeat Ye You, and the Soul-Condensing Liquid obtained would be split in half.

The Sage Master truly hoped to obtain all the Soul-Condensing Liquid, so that the Langya Sacred Land Sect might have a few more ghost cultivators, making it easier to deal with the Ghost Realm.

However, Zhang Yang insisted on obtaining the Soul-Condensing Liquid.

After a fierce battle, Zhang Yang ultimately obtained two drops of Soul-Condensing Liquid, Langya Sacred Land gained one more.

As for the Soul Soil... the Sage Master knew he couldn't obtain it, so he didn't dwell on it.

"Boy, I have to go back!" the Sage Master said solemnly.

He did gain a lot in Azure Cloud City, but he could not continue to live Azure Cloud City.

After all, he is the lord of the Holy Land, and he must return to continue to oversee the Holy Land and plan for his cultivation of the Sage Dao.

Then, the Sage Master said, "Welcome to the Holy Land! You can make Holy Land at home here!"

Their relationship is not something Human Dao.

Zhang Yang nodded and said with a smile, "Sage Master, I suddenly thought of something that might greatly improve your Sage Dao."

"Oh?" The Sage Master looked at Zhang Yang eagerly, "Speak quickly!"

He knew very well that anything that Zhang Yang valued was definitely not simple.

"A calendar!" Zhang Yang said earnestly to the Sage Master, "If there were a calendar that could guide the lives of everyone in the world, then the Sage Master's teachings on the Sage Dao concerning living beings would be more than half complete."

"The calendar?" the Sage Master asked, puzzled.

He simply didn't have that concept. As Immortal Cultivation, he was used to being high above others; how could he possibly notice things that were so important to ordinary people?