After a thrilling fierce battle, Wolf Devil Race, the strong man, gradually gained the upper hand with his flexible body and sharp claws. Finally, he found the right moment and pierced the chest of monk Flame Devil Race with one claw.
The hot blood spurted out and was instantly absorbed by the wolf hair on the Wolf Devil Race strong man's body.
Flame Devil Race monk let out a shrill scream, and his body slowly fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
Wolf Devil Race The strong one looked up to the sky and roared, his wolf hair standing on end, showing his arrogance. He was slightly better and successfully won the battle.
As the referee announced loudly that Wolf Devil Race was the winner, the spectators who had previously placed bets on Flame Devil Race, the strongest player, immediately burst into angry curses.
The sound was deafening, mixed with unwillingness and resentment.
"Waste! What a waste! I bet so much on you and you actually lost!!!"
"I'm so angry! If I had known I wouldn't have bought you, I'd be sorry!!!"
They invested a lot of resources and bets on the strong Flame Devil Race.
I thought I could make a big profit with this, but I didn't expect that I lost all my money in the end, and I couldn't suppress the anger in my heart.
The audience who bought Wolf Devil Race and the strong one won cheered for joy, waving their arms and shouting crazily.
His face was full of pride and excitement, celebrating that he made the right bet and gained a lot.
Two completely different voices are intertwined, making the noise of Slaughter Arena even higher.
As this battle came to an end, the next battle began immediately without any pause.
The referee loudly shouted the names of the next group of players, and two figures slowly walked out from different passages, and instantly fell into the fierce fighting.
The pace in Slaughter Arena is always fast, never leaving a chance for the audience to breathe.
Battle after battle, killing after killing, blood splattered and screams continued.
The madness stimulated the senses of every audience present and ignited the enthusiasm and violence in their hearts.
Only in this way can we firmly capture the hearts of the audience.
Let them continue to bet in the frenzy, continuously bringing huge resources and wealth to Slaughter Arena, allowing Han Pei and Slaughter Arena to make a lot of money!
At this moment, in the wide arena, a sturdy figure ten feet tall slowly walked out of the dark passage on one side.
With every step he took, the ground vibrated dullly, as if even the entire Slaughter Arena was trembling slightly.
This figure is extremely tall, with full and ferocious muscle lines, full of explosive power.
A pair of dark golden eyes were like ferocious beasts, shining with a cold and sharp light, scanning the entire audience, carrying a terrifying pressure.
What's even more striking is that his entire body surface is densely covered with a layer of shiny golden scales.
Each scale is smooth and hard, shining brightly under the light of Slaughter Arena.
It's like it's made of the most precious gold crystals, exuding a powerful aura!
The majestic and vast powerful aura erupted from the body of the golden Long Ying, sweeping across the entire place like an invisible giant wave.
The air was distorted violently by the pressure, and the black stones on the ground of the arena were trembling slightly.
Countless demons in the stands were ignited by this dragon's power that looked down upon the world, and instantly burst into cheers and roars like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
The sound waves went straight to the dome, making the whole Slaughter Arena buzz.
In the VIP room on the top floor, Youruo stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes slightly focused, and the aura as thick as the abyss and as condensed as steel penetrated the layers of spells and was clearly introduced into her perception.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, her tone was calm but somewhat probing, and she slowly asked, "Is he that Dragon Clan strong man?"
There is no need for Han Pei to respond, the figure in front of you is already the best answer.
His whole body is covered with radiant golden dragon scales, and there is a pair of curved dragon horns on his forehead. There is a divine light flowing at the tip of the horns, and a faint golden halo lingers on it.
Every move demonstrates the unique dominance and nobility of the ancient Dragon Clan, and the characteristics of the Dragon Clan are clear at a glance.
Han Pei hurriedly stepped forward, with a proud and respectful smile on his face, and nodded in reply, "That's right, that's right, fairies have good eyesight! This Dragon Clan strong man, named Long Jing, has already set foot in Peak God Emperor Stage. Among my Slaughter Arena, he is a well-deserved gold medal player!!!"
When Long Jing was mentioned, Han Pei's tone was full of satisfaction, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes. "This Long Jing has played thousands of games for our Slaughter Arena."
"I can win every game steadily, and I have never lost. I am truly 'invincible'!"
It is precisely because of this crushing strength that Long Jing remains highly popular among Slaughter Arena and is highly sought after by the audience.
As soon as he appears on the stage, the entire audience will instantly burst into excitement. Everyone agrees that victory has already been booked by him in advance, and no one dares to question his strength.
Xie Purou also came to the window and carefully looked at Long Jing below with a pair of smart eyes.
He could clearly feel the surging Qi and blood and the rich Spiritual Power in the other party's body, and it was rare for him to show a bit of solemnity on his little face.
He sincerely approved. "He is very strong! Dragon Clan is known for his physical strength, immense strength, and unparalleled defense. But besides his physical body, he is also terrifyingly strong in other aspects!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Purou changed the subject, a hint of arrogance and confidence flashed across his eyes, and his tone was firm. "However, we are also Dragon Clan, and if our senior brother Qin Haoran confronts him, he will not even have the slightest chance of winning!"
Qin Haoran is the fifth senior brother in their sect.
Possessing the bloodline of Qilin and Purple-Gold Divine Dragon, he has unparalleled talent and strong bones. He has shown strength far beyond his peers since he was a child, and is one of the top experts in his sect.
Xie Purou believes from the bottom of his heart that if senior brother Haoran were to meet this Long Jing head-on, the winner would definitely be her senior brother Haoran!
Hearing this, Youruo also nodded slowly to express his approval, his tone was calm but with unquestionable confidence. "Long Jing is strong in his cultivation realm and the fighting experience honed by years of life-and-death battles. However, if senior brother Haoran is in the same realm as him, he will definitely be crushed!"
Qin Haoran's double divine beast bloodline is enough to stand out in the world, far surpassing the ordinary Dragon Clan bloodline.
In addition, he is a direct disciple of Kunlun and has received careful instruction from Master Ye Chen.
Daoism, magical power, and foundation are all top-notch, and the foundation is extremely profound.
If Qin Haoran and Long Jing were to have a fair fight, they had no doubt that Long Jing would be pushed to the ground and rubbed hard, without the ability to fight back.
Han Pei stood aside and heard clearly. He could only smile cautiously on his face, nodding in agreement without daring to refute.
But deep down in his heart, he didn't care about the words of these two fairies and secretly slandered them.
What kind of brother Qin Haoran they are talking about, can he be stronger than Long Jing?
He doesn't believe it anyway!
Long Jing is the leader of the Dragon Clan's generation. His talent is astonishing. He was once called "the Dragon Clan strongman who is closest to Hundun Saint Emperor". His own strength has already been terrifying to the point of being unimaginable.
In addition, he has experienced thousands of deadly battles in Slaughter Arena, and his killing skills and fighting will have been honed to the peak level, and his combat power has long exceeded other strong men of the same level.
Ordinary Peak God Emperor Stage is not his enemy at all.
As for the senior brother Qin Haoran whom I have never heard of, who is he?
It was just an existence they mentioned casually, how could it be compared with Long Jing?
Han Pei Although he was full of doubts, he didn't dare to say a word.
It's better to do less than to do more. As long as you don't offend the two aunts in front of you, everything else doesn't matter.
However, completely different from Han Pei's disapproval, Ji Ren on the side suddenly became serious after hearing the seemingly "arrogant" words of the two people.
He witnessed with his own eyes the terrifying fighting prowess of Youruo and Xie Purou, and also knew that their master was mysterious and powerful, even Nether Blood Saint Emperor had to show courtesy.
If he could teach these two monster-like disciples, how could the other direct disciples trained by that mysterious powerhouse be ordinary people?
Ji Ren The doubts in his heart became more and more intense. "What kind of sect are they? Why have I never heard of it? What is the origin of that mysterious strong man?!"
As the palace manager of the Nether Blood Divine Kingdom, he holds the most confidential information of the Kingdom of God.
Saint Emperor, a well-known powerful person and top force, has detailed records in the intelligence agency of the Kingdom of God, and he also has the right to view all records.
But unfortunately, he was completely blank about the mysterious master Ye Chen, without any relevant information.
This in itself is enough to show how terrifying the other party's background is.
While several people in the room were chatting in low voices, another figure slowly walked out of the giant passage opposite Slaughter Arena.
The heavy footsteps were like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the audience. "Boom! Boom! Boom!"
This figure was astonishingly tall, dozens of feet tall, like a moving red mountain.
Every time you take a step, the black stone ground under your feet will be crushed to pieces, causing a dull vibration, and the entire Slaughter Arena will shake slightly.
A violent aura slowly spread along with the footsteps.
As the figure gradually emerged from the shadows of the passage, the audience in the stands instantly burst into a new round of enthusiastic cheers.
The roars and shouts were intertwined and deafening, "Duan Yue! Duan Yue! Duan Yue!!!"
The name Duan Yue resounds like thunder throughout Slaughter Arena, no less than Long Jing, which shows that his popularity among Slaughter Arena is also high.
What appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a giant man standing tall and tall.
His whole body was covered with wild crimson mane, which spread from the top of his head to his neck and chest, like burning flames. Even the sides of his cheeks were covered with thick manes, as if he had a beard, making him look particularly ferocious and fierce.
His upper body was naked, and his bronze-colored muscles were like mountains, as hard as cast iron, and every muscle was covered with deep and shallow battle scars.
It was a medal left behind in countless deadly battles. It was ferocious and frightening, telling his strength and bravery.
The most eye-catching thing is still the thick crimson mane on his body, which is as wild as fire and glowing with a faint flame luster.
Even if you just stand quietly, you can feel the violent power hidden in his body.
In the room, Han Pei immediately calmed down and enthusiastically introduced Youruo and Xie Purou: "Two fairies, this is Duan Yue!"
"He is the top warrior of the Firemane Lion Clan, extremely powerful, and also the top god of war who has been undefeated in thousands of games!!!"
When Duan Yue was mentioned, Han Pei's face was also full of satisfaction and respect, and he added with a firm tone, "In terms of real combat power, Duan Yue is only higher than Long Jing!"
"This duel is definitely the most exciting pinnacle battle in the history of our Slaughter Arena!"
As soon as Han Pei finished speaking, Slaughter Arena burst into even more enthusiastic cheers, with two completely different shouts intertwined.
Half of them were cheering for Long Jing, and the other half were shouting for Duan Yue, which made the entire dome of Slaughter Arena vibrate slightly.
In the room on the top floor, Xie Purou leaned forward slightly, his eyes bright, and he forgot to bite the spiritual fruit in his hand. It was obvious that he had been fully interested in this peak duel.
Youruo still sat calmly and quietly, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the arena below, his expression a little more focused.
Ji Ren stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes scanning back and forth between Long Jing and Duan Yue, secretly assessing their combat prowess, and his curiosity about Ye Chen's disciple deepened.
In the arena, Duan Yue stood in the center of the arena, his body dozens of feet tall like a red mountain.
The crimson mane all over his body is as wild as fire, and every mane is shining with a faint flame luster.
The scorching breath continued to emanate from his body, scorching the surrounding air into distortions, and the black stones on the ground were slightly heated.
He lowered his head, staring at Long Jing opposite him with his giant copper bell-like eyes, and let out a low growl from his throat.
Like an ancient fire lion awakening, a violent aura swept across the entire venue, and even the demons in the audience were forced to retreat slightly by this coercion.
But Long Jing is still tall and straight. Although his ten-foot-tall body is much shorter than Duan Yue, he still has a dragon power that looks down on the world, and is not suppressed by the momentum of Duan Yue.
The golden scales all over his body shone brightly under the light, like a gilded body.
There was a faint divine light flowing in the dragon horns between his forehead, and the dark golden dragon eyes were cold and sharp, scanning Duan Yue's huge body without any fear, but with an eagerness to fight.
With an undefeated record of thousands of games, he has long been accustomed to crushing his opponents.
But the Duan Yue in front of him was undoubtedly the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in Slaughter Arena.
"Roar!!!"
Duan Yue was the first to attack, and a roar that shook the world resounded through Slaughter Arena, shocking people's hearts and minds. Countless spectators covered their ears, but their faces were still full of fanaticism.
With the roar, he suddenly raised his right arm like a giant pillar, his crimson mane stood up instantly, and the violent Immortal Power in his body surged crazily, converging on his right fist.
The fist ignited with blazing flames, and the flames rolled like magma, exuding a heat that destroyed the heaven and earth, and even the space was burned and twisted crazily!
Without any extra moves, Duan Yue's figure swayed, and his body dozens of feet tall rushed towards Long Jing with the power of shaking the earth!
Every time you take a step, a huge pit will be stepped on the ground, and gravel will fly.