At the center of the ancient arena, He Xian sat cross-legged.
An elder brother, huh? The Escape One Realm, huh?
His interest was piqued. Fighting opponents at his own level no longer held much appeal.
The King Clan beings and prodigies of this great era watching the battle had all guessed his intentions.
"How domineering. Is he going to wait right here for an expert from An Lan's lineage?"
"Is this the peerless bearing of someone who believes himself invincible?" Some of the young women already had stars in their eyes.
"But Master He is only at the peak of the Self-Slaying Realm. How can he contend with a great Escape One Realm cultivator from An Lan's lineage?" Someone still voiced their concern.
He Xian had already become an idol to most of the spectators-powerful and peerless!
He Xian closed his eyes to rest, waiting quietly.
Ahead, from another arena not far away, a wave of excited cries erupted.
A new member of an Emperor Clan had appeared.
Sensing something, He Xian opened his eyes and looked over.
This was a terrifying being, over ten feet tall, his entire body shrouded in chaos qi. Through it, one could vaguely make out purple hair and cords of muscle like steel bars welded to his body.
As he approached, space blurred and rumbled.
Everyone in that arena drew in a sharp breath. This was far too monstrous. Merely walking could crush space-his strength was outrageously excessive.
This Emperor Clan being was named Wu Kun.
"An imperishable body. Is he cultivating some peerless body scripture?" He Xian narrowed his eyes.
Then he closed them again, quietly waiting for the next Calabash Brother from An Lan's lineage.
Without question, Wu Kun, this Emperor Clan prodigy, easily advanced to the next arena.
After that, it was as though a chain reaction had begun.
Emperor Clan beings rarely seen even once in an entire great era appeared in clusters, one after another.
"Look! That's an expert from the Fallen Blood Phoenix lineage!"
"The Gu Clan?!"
Both lineages held exceptionally special positions in the Foreign Realm, rivaling the Emperor Clans. They originated in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and had abandoned darkness for the light at the end of Immortal Ancient.
"Yu Yu, a descendant of Ancient Ancestor Yu Tuo, is here." Another wave of startled cries rose.
A young man strode forward with the gait of a dragon and tiger, accompanied by rumbling sounds. He seemed like an emperor pushing the sun, moon, and stars along as he walked, his powerful, intimidating aura entirely unconcealed.
He stepped onto the arena, and not a single person dared challenge him.
In the end, he had to perform a mighty divine ability on his own before he was transported to the next arena.
"Still not here?" He Xian opened his eyes. He had waited a long time, yet there was still no sign of the one named An Jing.
He looked at An Yu, who remained in a daze, his Dao heart shattered by He Xian.
He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
Still, the king blood flowing through An Yu's veins lived up to its name. His shattered legs had actually begun to regrow. He was difficult to kill.
He Xian stood up, growing impatient with the wait.
"Does anyone know where the expert from An Lan's lineage is?"
Not one person present dared answer him. He Xian swept his gaze over the strangely shaped beings.
He had grown used to it. In the Foreign Realm, humans were only a minor race.
In truth, even that was putting it mildly. In the Foreign Realm, humans were merely food and slaves, utterly lowly.
"Forget it. I'll pay them a visit myself another day!" Unwilling to wait any longer, He Xian stamped a foot against the arena, and a beam of teleportation light descended from the sky.
He arrived at the second battle arena.
This seemed to be a platform for an all-out melee.
Several thousand beings occupied this enormous arena.
Ancient and sturdy, its floor was covered in bloodstains.
"Kill!!!" Groups of fighters attacked one another.
Divine abilities and Ancestral Arts flew everywhere, bursting in a riot of colors like fireworks.
The condition for advancing from the second arena was survival. Only ten participants could proceed to the next stage.
"Standing there in a daze? Do you think we're playing house?"
A member of a strange race crawled behind He Xian. He had a dark-gold centipede's body, cold and hard, and his hundred legs scored through the huge stones of the arena as they swept across them.
Yet he also had a pair of human legs.
He could stand and walk on the ground, dragging the centipede portion of his body behind him like a tail.
He also possessed a pair of mantis arms, likewise dark gold, as sharp as two long blades and gleaming with an icy light.
A Mantis-Centipede.
The Cold-Blooded King Clan of the Foreign Realm was one of its foremost King Clans. Its members had always exuded a murderous aura that surged to the heavens, like monarchs from hell, their savage reputation reverberating through past and present.
Clang, clang...
This terrifying being's body was segmented like a centipede's. Now his dark-gold body rang like a divine sword, dazzling beyond measure, while his centipede legs moved in unison, releasing terrifying divine radiance.
He leaped into the air and slashed straight at He Xian's head!
Hiss!
Swift as lightning, he shifted on his human feet and instantly closed the distance. His raised mantis arm emitted dark-gold divine light as it cleaved downward.
His movements were fast and ruthless, but most importantly, this strike was truly formidable. Like the heavens collapsing, it could pierce anything and sever all things.
With a swish, he split the entire sky. This slash cut heaven from earth, leaving only the brilliant blade light shining, the sole thing remaining.
It was too terrifying. Every participant in the arena paled.
This Mantis-Centipede truly deserved his standing as a ferocious, kingly being. He was simply impossible to face head-on.
He was unquestionably a seeded contender capable of advancing to the next stage.
Boom!
"Get lost!" He Xian had naturally sensed the murderous intent striking from behind. He turned, clenched his fingers into a fist, and met the attack. His golden, flashing fist embodied the utmost hardness and yang, piercing heaven and earth. Strands of laws and order wound around his fist and fingers, creating a horrifying sight.
Yet the Mantis-Centipede still wore a cold expression, with even a barely perceptible trace of mockery. His mantis arm descended like a long silver blade.
Crack!
When the golden fist met the snow-white blade, a crisp sound rang out.
Terror appeared on the Mantis-Centipede's face. His arm was torn apart and then burst to pieces, before that fist punched through his chest.
Splat!
He Xian blasted this member of the Cold-Blooded King Clan apart.
The cultivators who had just thought the Mantis-Centipede impossible to oppose turned even paler.
Without the slightest hesitation, He Xian immediately unleashed a slaughter, bursting one opponent apart with each punch as he roamed the vast arena like a ghost!
"I give you three breaths to leave!"
Withdrawal was permitted during the ranking competition!
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
Not many cultivators left. Only a few dozen who considered themselves inadequate jumped off the edge of the arena.
"Good, good, good!" He Xian spoke no further, simply launching into a frenzied purge.
He had never been a merciful person. Standing in this arena meant facing death.
If someone killed him one day, he would have nothing to say either. Having accepted the wager, he would accept the loss.
"Ah! Don't kill me! I'm willing to be your maid, your slave, your servant." A piercing scream rang out. A woman with silver hair and silver eyes shrieked before He Xian, trembling all over. She was exceptionally beautiful, like a swaying silver lotus.
Sadly, no one appreciated her beauty, pitiable though she looked.
"I'm from the White Silver King Clan of the Qilong Ancient Mountain Range. You can't kill me!!" she threatened, her heart chilled with fear.