Both Sides Badly Wounded

Seeing Xiao Yan's surprise, Xiao Shan said, "While we fight, I can tell you some things about World-Creation Continent. Whether you survive will depend on your own luck." As he spoke, the giant Xiao Shan had transformed into viciously slammed a fist at Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan hurriedly raised his hands to block. Yet after just one exchange, Xiao Yan was forced back more than ten steps, while Xiao Shan retreated only three. When their strength was roughly equal, the gap between a Heaven-Tier Battle Skill and an Emperor-Tier Battle Skill was obvious at a glance.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Xiao Shan." One could lose but not lose face. Though Xiao Yan had suffered a small disadvantage in their first clash, he was not discouraged. Instead, it spurred his fighting spirit. Suppressing the intense pain shooting through his hands, he replied.

"You must have sensed it already. On World-Creation Continent, even the weakest people are Dou Emperors. In other words, a Dou Emperor's status on World-Creation Continent is equivalent to an ordinary civilian—or someone with Dou Force—on your former continent." The moment Xiao Shan finished speaking, he charged at Xiao Yan once more. Xiao Yan processed Xiao Shan's words even as he moved to evade.

Naturally, Xiao Shan was not doing this merely to tell Xiao Yan a few things. He also wanted to distract him. Once Xiao Yan exposed a flaw, he could attack at once. Moreover, he believed that given Xiao Yan's curiosity about World-Creation Continent, Xiao Yan would listen carefully to every word he said. That meant the initiative was in his hands. At this point, their battle had completely turned into hand-to-hand combat, and Xiao Yan was at a disadvantage everywhere in this match.

"On World-Creation Continent, aside from those monstrous geniuses who are born Dou Emperors, everyone else is sent by the laws of heaven and earth to Lower Planes. However, such people are generally sent to Lower Planes rich in Emperor-Origin Qi. But nothing is absolute. Occasionally, someone is sent to a plane with scarce Emperor-Origin Qi. We call those Dead Planes."

Xiao Shan's fist struck Xiao Yan's left chest. Caught off guard, Xiao Yan was smashed to the ground, unable even to maintain his Vajra Glazed Body. The giant Xiao Shan had transformed into merely had its golden light dim slightly. Xiao Shan did not press his attack. Instead, he said to Xiao Yan, "The three publicly recognized Super Lower Planes of World-Creation Continent are the Heavenly Spirit Plane, Dragon Spirit, and Phoenix Spirit. Not only are these three planes rich in Emperor-Origin Qi, but their battle skills also possess something other planes lack: Emperor-Tier Battle Skills. Even on World-Creation Continent, such battle skills are an important part of a powerhouse's arsenal." Xiao Yan sighed softly. He had initially believed those planes merely had more abundant Emperor-Origin Qi. Only now did he understand why they were called Super Lower Planes.

Watching Xiao Shan raise his enormous hand at him once again, Xiao Yan poured his Heavenly Flames into the Eternal Ancient Flame Ruler. The ruler immediately bloomed with a radiance that belonged to him alone. Xiao Yan wanted to fly up and fight Xiao Shan, only to discover that he could not fly at all. Xiao Yan froze for an instant, exposing an opening. Xiao Shan punched him directly, sending Xiao Yan flying more than ten meters away. Xiao Yan spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The advantage of Super Lower Planes is that they know all the rules of World-Creation Continent. For instance, unless you reach the Battle Immortal realm on World-Creation Continent, you had better walk obediently." Xiao Shan looked at Xiao Yan with some sympathy. Xiao Yan was indeed powerful, but they possessed every advantage of timing, terrain, and circumstance, while Xiao Yan was someone who did not even understand the rules of the game. What use was strength, no matter how great it was?

Xiao Shan had clearly prepared that punch. Xiao Yan had obviously suffered severe injuries. Xiao Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat helpless. When he heard Xiao Shan say that Dou Emperors were no different from ordinary people on World-Creation Continent, he should have considered this possibility. But Xiao Yan had no time to think about such matters. He could only feel helpless that he was restricted at every turn on this continent, while those finely dressed people had known beforehand. No wonder they had been so arrogant. This battle had to end quickly, or Xiao Yan's condition would not allow him to last until the Fifth Match.

Both Sides Badly Wounded

Xiao Ming smiled as he watched the situation before him. Xiao Shan had made excellent use of both their strengths and weaknesses. If things continued this way, as long as he maintained his advantage, he would win this match. The finely dressed people were even happier. Ever since Xiao Yan had dared to attack them, they had hated him. Now that they saw Xiao Yan being beaten, how could they not be delighted?

Xiao Yuting fell silent once more, but her gaze repeatedly drifted toward the battle, worry visible between her brows. As for Huang Lin and the others, their hearts were in their throats. Xiao Yan was the hope of people from marginal planes like them. How desperately they wished for Xiao Yan to defeat them and defend their dignity.

Xiao Shan continued, "You are very strong. If I had not made use of this, perhaps I could not have defeated you. But now, it is all over." Xiao Yan was startled, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

"Sound-wave battle skill, Heaven-Shaking Roar!" A strange sound erupted from Xiao Shan's mouth, resounding throughout the entire area.

Xiao Ming hurriedly erected a barrier of Dou Qi before the group of finely dressed people to withstand the sound-wave attack. Huang Lin and the others were unfortunate. Already heavily injured, they were ambushed by this sound-wave battle skill and could not help coughing up another mouthful of blood. They were nearly knocked unconscious.

Xiao Shan's plan had truly been thorough. From the start, he had lured Xiao Yan into listening carefully to his words, only to launch such a sudden sound-wave attack now. Xiao Yan was already injured, and after taking such a blow, no matter how strong he was, he would suffer grievous wounds.

Just as everyone relaxed, a voice rang out. "Don't think you're the only one with a sound-wave battle skill—Lion-Tiger Shattering Gold Chant!" That was right; this was the battle skill Xiao Yan had obtained at Jialan Academy. Although its rank was somewhat lower, Xiao Yan used his bone wings to fly up, reached Xiao Shan's ear, and unleashed this move. How could Xiao Yan allow himself to make the same mistake twice? Xiao Shan, completely unprepared, took the blow head-on. Blood immediately flowed from his ears and nose. He was clearly unable to continue fighting, and he could no longer maintain his Vajra Body, crashing heavily to the ground. Xiao Yan also landed on the ground, dizzy and disoriented. He had to use the Eternal Ancient Flame Ruler to support himself to keep from collapsing.

With this, Xiao Yan had won all four of his battles. The finely dressed people looked at him with an added trace of reverence and fear. What an overwhelmingly powerful man. They likely would never forget him for the rest of their lives.

Xiao Ming took in the fear and timidity in everyone's eyes. Though he too somewhat admired Xiao Yan, he knew that if Xiao Yan was not killed today, they would live in his shadow for the rest of their lives. Whether for the Xiao Clan or for these brothers, Xiao Yan had to die today. Xiao Ming said to someone, "Xiao Yan has completely exhausted his Dou Qi. Xiao Feng, you will fight the final battle."

"Yes, Brother Ming." Xiao Feng stepped into the arena, both nervous and excited. This was a fierce man who had won four battles in a row. If he could kill him, would he not have the capital to swagger around the Xiao Clan in the future? But did Xiao Yan still have other tricks up his sleeve? If so, would he not die quietly?

In the end, his desire for gain and glory prevailed. He walked toward Xiao Yan step by step. Xiao Yan was covered in wounds; he had endured a sound-wave attack head-on. His carelessness in the fourth battle had resulted in both sides being badly wounded, but Xiao Yan knew that perhaps he truly would fall here today.

He, Xiao Yan, had fought the Soul Clan for decades. He had not died at their hands, yet now he was about to die at the hands of clansmen who shared his bloodline. Fine. What a fine World-Creation Continent.

I finished this chapter before going to sleep. I hope everyone will leave me a review after reading it. Good or bad, either is fine.