Yan Ming naturally hated Lu Ren to the bone. Back in the Ancient Forbidden Zone, Lu Ren had used his Four-Marked Battle Body to suppress Yan Ming's Three-Mark Battle Body, forcing him to obediently hand over all his Battle Marks in the end.
This time, Lu Ren had even snatched first place in points from him, nearly preventing him from making it into the top ten.
Faced with Yan Ming's provocation, Lu Ren was utterly unaware of it, instead worrying about Long Xiaoman's safety.
"Lu Ren, Yan Ming, come up!"
the white-robed elder said.
At once, the two flew simultaneously into the air beside the Nine Profound Dao-Suppressing Pagoda and faced each other.
Everyone's eyes fell upon the two of them.
"Who do you think will win, Lu Ren or Yan Ming?"
"Lu Ren and Yan Ming are both Early Seventh-Step Supreme Realm cultivators with Four-Marked Battle Bodies, but Lu Ren has only just risen to prominence. In every respect, he is likely far inferior to Yan Ming!"
"Not necessarily. I heard Lu Ren even slew an ancestor of the Star River Imperial Clan. Those methods are no ordinary matter!"
The crowd began speculating, their eyes filled with anticipation.
The upcoming match was the one that drew the most attention.
Even the ancestors of the Nine Supreme Families began gambling again, bringing out all sorts of Immortal Slaying Soldiers as wagers.
However, the overwhelming majority bet on Yan Ming's victory.
In their eyes, while Lu Ren's talent was formidable, he had only just risen to prominence. His mastery of Dao Rhyme and magical treasures was surely far inferior to Yan Ming's.
"Lu Ren, we did not finish our fight inside the Nine Profound Dao-Suppressing Pagoda. Next, let us see whose Dao Rhyme is stronger!"
Yan Ming shouted, directly unleashing a