On the arena.
Zhou Qing and the Poison Demon stood facing each other.
The Poison Demon was wrapped in a black robe, his face sinister and gloomy, his eyes like those of a snake, radiating a chilling cold that made hearts quail. Zhou Qing, meanwhile, wore a green robe, with handsome features and a longsword on his back, carrying an air of otherworldly grace.
"Brat, let me see what strength you truly possess, and what gives you the right to occupy the thirty-fifth seat on the Earth Ranking, ahead of me."
The Poison Demon sneered. His black robe stirred without wind, and a sinister, venomous aura spread outward, shrouding the entire arena beneath his Myriad Poisons Intent Domain.
Within the Myriad Poisons Intent Domain, endless poisonous vapors condensed into dense, innumerable venomous claws. From above and below, front and back, left and right, they lunged at Zhou Qing like a sky-covering tide, as though they would tear him apart alive.
"Paltry tricks!"
True Gang immediately appeared around Zhou Qing's body.
One layer, two layers, three layers, four layers... there were ten full layers of True Gang. Then, those ten layers merged together, transforming into Primordial Chaos True Gang.
The venomous claws descended, yet the Primordial Chaos True Gang easily blocked them. Clanging sounds rang out as sparks flew in all directions, and the claws could not breach its defenses at all.
"What? Ten layers of True Gang!"
The Poison Demon's expression changed slightly at the sight.
The information on the Earth Ranking had clearly stated that Zhou Qing had only mastered Eight Types of Intent Power. Yet if he could unite ten layers of True Gang, that meant he had mastered ten types of Artistic Conception power.
"Good brat. It seems I underestimated you, but defeating me will not be