"Next!"
Outside the arena, Gui Ao and Lang Chi fell silent.
Mingqi were far too strong: Heaven had granted them an ability that was virtually invincible against anyone of the same rank. Yet they were also far too weak. Once Mingqi's Bewitching Cry was broken, a Mingqi became a useless bird, inferior even to a larger eagle.
Both knew Fang Yun was powerful and very likely capable of resisting an ordinary Mingqi's Bewitching Cry. But never in their wildest dreams had they expected that the Mingqi Demon Marquis would fail to hurt Fang Yun in the slightest, even after sacrificing its life.
Gui Ao said, "Fortunately, it's only his literary guts that are powerful. Still, seven consecutive victories are his limit. The winner of this eighth match will be me, Gui Ao! The demon who ends a generation's Void Sage will also be me, Gui Ao! Lang Chi, did you think I wanted to stay until last? Wrong! I wanted to face him early and claim the highest honor! You fool, you have no idea how important killing Fang Yun is! As long as I kill him, I can absolutely become a Half-Sage within a hundred years, and a Great Sage within ten thousand!"
Gui Ao gave Lang Chi a contemptuous glance, vanished from outside the arena, and appeared within it.
Gui Ao stood fully two stories tall. Black, bony peaks rose from his thick shell, each jutting high, sharp and pointed. A single horn resembling a flood dragon's grew from his head. His eyes were deep blue, with lightning flashing within them.
"Your journey through the Three Valleys ends here! Those Demon Generals and Demon Marshals couldn't withstand a single blow. As for the Mingqi Demon Marquis, all I can say is that it was unlucky to encounter a