Emperor Blood Child, get down here, you skulking rat!

"Yang Kong..."

Su Linxian turned around and looked into Yang Kong's eyes.

"I'll play a game with you."

"A fight at the same cultivation realm. If you win, you get five hundred million Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones."

"If you lose, your Slaughter Divine Law belongs to me."

Yang Kong's pupils abruptly contracted.

A fight at the same realm?!

He possessed the Slaughter Divine Law and had never lost to anyone at his own realm!

To him, this offer was practically a gift.

Yet since this divine scion of an Emperor Clan dared propose such a wager, he must have something to rely on.

Yang Kong spoke in a low voice.

"What if I refuse?"

Su Linxian rubbed the Storage Ring in his hand and spoke indifferently without even lifting his eyelids.

"In this game..."

"You have no right to refuse."

"Or you can hand over your Slaughter Divine Law right now."

As his words fell—

Boom!

Luo Wutian's oppressive aura descended abruptly, and he grinned viciously.

"I would be honored to serve Your Highness."

Yang Kong's expression turned cold.

These people from the Emperor Clans really were tyrannical beyond measure!

It looked like he wouldn't be leaving the Arena today unless he agreed!

Yang Kong fell silent for a moment, then raised his head, his gaze sharp.

"Fine!"

"I agree!"

"But..."

"I want one billion Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones!"

The moment he said that—

Yu Yao jumped down from the windowsill, her golden, slit-pupiled eyes widening into circles.

"Hey! You're way too greedy!"

"Even an emperor might not have a billion Supreme-Grade Spirit Stones!"

Yang Kong did not look at her. His gaze remained fixed on Su Linxian.

"One billion. One stone less, and there's nothing to discuss."

"I imagine this little amount of spirit stones is nothing to someone like you, Divine Scion?"

"Oh?" Su Linxian narrowed his eyes slightly.

The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened.

"I like your candor."

"And I like your greed."

"Agreed."

Su Linxian turned and walked out of the pavilion.

He paused briefly at the doorway and left a remark without looking back.

"Three days from now, at the Blood Cliff City Arena. My man will be there."

Luo Wutian sneered. "Yang Kong, you'd better look out for yourself!"

Though he could not afford to offend the Divine Sun Sect backing Yang Kong, this divine scion was different!

A single word from him could wipe out that sect!

After they left, Zi He walked over to Yang Kong.

She hesitated for a long while before finally speaking softly.

"Yang Kong..."

"Why did you agree to his terms?"

"The means at an Emperor Clan's disposal are beyond anything you can imagine."

To people like them, the Emperor Clans across the heavens were like blazing suns that never went out. Their foundations were terrifying; even the slightest brush with them could burn one into eternal ruin!

"Zi He..." Yang Kong glanced at her and spoke in a low voice.

"Did I have the right to refuse?"

"We cultivators have to fight for what we want!"

"As long as I succeed this time, I'll never have to worry about resources again."

"And..."

His voice suddenly softened.

"I'll be able to bring her back to life, too."

Zi He froze for a moment. Her lovely eyes dimmed slightly, and she did not ask any further.

She knew who the "her" Yang Kong spoke of was.

But she supposed that woman must be someone very important to him...

Yang Kong raised his head and looked at Zi He again.

"Let's not talk about that. Zi He, I gained quite a lot from beating Hu Yuan this time."

"I'll go buy your freedom."

Zi He suddenly grew somewhat distant. She shook her head and spoke softly.

"There's no need."

"I've saved some money myself over the years. With a little more borrowed, I already have enough to buy my freedom."

"Thank you."

Yang Kong had won a hundred consecutive bouts in the Arena. Though she had never wagered much on any one match, those winnings had accumulated into a considerable sum.

Yang Kong grinned, utterly oblivious to the change in Zi He, and said with a smile.

"That's good news."

"Once this is over, I'll take you away from here."

Zi He lowered her head and said nothing more.

Elsewhere.

[Ding! Heaven-Destined Heroine Zi He has developed an emotional rift. Heaven-Destined Protagonist Yang Kong has lost 50,000 Heaven-Destined Points!]

[Congratulations, Master! You have gained 50,000 Villain Points!]

Hmm?

Su Linxian raised an eyebrow.

An unexpected bonus?

Yu Yao followed behind Su Linxian and asked curiously.

"Master, the Slaughter Divine Law has terrifying offensive power. That man really is formidable against opponents at his own realm."

"How do you plan to deal with him?"

Su Linxian walked ahead at an unhurried pace.

"Have Li Junhua come."

Yu Yao paused.

"Li Junhua? He only broke through to the Hunyuan Realm recently..."

Even setting aside Yang Kong's cultivation at the peak of the Hunyuan Realm and the enormous gap between them, his Slaughter Divine Law would be difficult to withstand.

"He's enough," Su Linxian said indifferently.

Since he was dealing with a Heaven-Destined Protagonist...

Naturally, he would use a Heaven-Destined Protagonist.

Li Junhua was living his second life, and he still retained his previous life's combat experience and insights into the Great Dao.

Seventy-six thousand years ago, he had been a peak emperor realm expert who dominated an entire era.

Though his cultivation was still low now, his understanding of combat and grasp of life and death were far beyond anything Yang Kong could match.

More importantly—

Li Junhua was also a Heaven-Destined Protagonist.

A Heaven-Destined Protagonist against a Heaven-Destined Protagonist.

Only then would this show be interesting...

Meanwhile.

High in the sky.

A figure hid deep within the clouds.

He was an old man with the appearance of a child, short in stature, his face pale as paper, and dressed in a blood-red short robe.

Blood Child.

The ancestor of the Withered Bone Dao Domain, with cultivation at the peak emperor realm.

He looked down at the white-robed figure below, greed surging through his cloudy old eyes.

"So this is the Su Family's divine scion..."

He muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth spreading into a sinister grin.

"If I capture him, couldn't I extort a wealth of resources from his Emperor Clan?"

"I don't have much time left. Perhaps this could even let me live a second life."

Blood Child narrowed his eyes and extended his divine sense toward the white-robed figure, regarding him as though he were a Longevity Elixir.

Yet the instant his divine sense reached within three feet of Su Linxian, it vanished without a sound, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Blood Child frowned.

"Why can't I see through his cultivation?"

He had roamed across the heavens, earning a formidable reputation and encountering countless experts.

Yet everything around this white-robed young man seemed utterly empty, like a stone stele without an inscription. He plainly existed, but not a shred of information could be read from him.

Just then—

Below, Su Linxian seemed to sense something.

He frowned and looked up.

That single glance pierced layer upon layer of clouds and ten thousand miles of empty space, landing with unerring precision on Blood Child's hiding place.

"You skulking rat."

He spoke quietly, yet his voice exploded like thunder beside Blood Child's ears.

"Get down here."

Su Linxian raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and gently grasped toward the sky.

Heavenly Prison Art.

An invisible force field spread from his palm, enveloping the entire sky.

Within that force field, the wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and even the light grew heavy.

Blood Child's expression changed drastically.

He felt his physical body sealed, his soul sealed, and even the peak emperor realm origin power within him sealed.

That force pressed in from every direction, imprisoning every inch of his flesh, every strand of his soul, and every path of his Great Dao within a tiny space.

This was wrong!!

"What divine ability is this?!"

Blood Child roared, burning his origin power madly in an attempt to break free of the force field's restraints.

But that power was too pure, too absolute, as though all of heaven and earth had turned against him.

Within that force field, his peak emperor realm cultivation was like a lantern made of paper, unable to sustain even a glimmer of light.

"This is bad!"