"It's so cold."
The snow was falling heavier and heavier.
The cultivators naturally wouldn't feel the cold from this little bit of snow.
Bai Linglong let out a soft breath, stood below the arena, and looked towards the opposite side. When she saw some of the figures on the other side, she felt a chill run through her heart.
There, several members of the Alien Race royal family sat leisurely on bone chairs, flicking their tails back and forth, completely at ease. This was in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere on the Human Race. They appeared confident of victory, and their occasional glances were filled with mockery and disdain.
One of the royals was leisurely swinging his legs.
She did not sit on the bone chair, but nestled in the arms of an extremely tall skeletal demon general. The skeletal demon general was about three zhang tall, and the Alien Race girl, who was less than six chi tall, looked exceptionally petite in his palm.
She chuckled softly, her breath like the scent of a datura flower, unleashing her utmost malice upon Human Race.
"If I'd known it would be this boring, I wouldn't have come. Can't you Human Race even gather enough people? How utterly pointless."
This was the first time Human Race had ever seen a female member of Alien Race royal family.
Everyone glared angrily, their eyes filled with hatred that could drip blood.
It wasn't because of what she said, but because of the person she was talking to...
The young man stood tall and straight, like a dignified gentleman, the jade flute still in his hand, which he gently covered with his lips as he smiled.
" The Princess Forty is right."
" Ling Yushu!!"
From the Human Race, a furious shout suddenly rang out, the hatred in the voice almost tangible.
Upon hearing this, the young man tilted his head slightly and looked over; it was indeed Ling Yushu.
He laughed.
"What's wrong? Brother Emperor, how have you been?"
Even in the face of Di Xi's anger, Ling Yushu still smiled faintly, as if he had done nothing, shaking his head and sighing as he spoke.
"That day I originally intended to help my brother, the Emperor. With such talent, you really shouldn't be wasted among the Human Race. It's a pity you didn't keep your promise; it's truly regrettable."
Despite expressing her regret, Ling Yushu's smile remained unchanged.
He lightly touched his cheek with the jade flute, facing the fiery glares of the other prodigies head-on, but showed no remorse whatsoever, and chuckled.
"Given how you all view me, I won't go over and fill the last vacancy for you."
"However, I am curious, is it possible that without us, you can't even muster ten people?"
His words, laced with provocation and disdain, landed lightly in the ears of many, causing a sinking feeling in their hearts.
Ling Yushu is right.
Only nine people showed up today.
Not only did Lianxin not come, but no one from the Sword Pavilion was seen either.
In this situation...
Many people couldn't help but search for the figures of the Sword Pavilion members behind the Alien Race.
After all, no one stipulated that only these few imperial clans defected that day.
Could it be that Sword Pavilion... has also defected?
Before they could figure it out, a figure suddenly appeared on the huge arena. Almost the instant he appeared, many people felt as if their eyes had been stung.
So bright!
Looking around, almost everyone had a blank look in their eyes.
What's this?
A silver-white Alien Race appeared on the arena. His skin, as if inlaid with the finest silver satin, shone brightly under the blazing sun, giving him a divine appearance.
His tail hooks were all silver, a silver close to skin color, dazzlingly bright, but what was even more frightening was his strength.
His terrifying aura made many people feel breathless, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at him.
"Among my God Clan, I am the Twenty-Seven." The His Highness Twenty-Seven looked down at the others below the arena, and seeing the fear and suppressed expressions on their faces, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
He curled the corners of his lips into a sneer and said lightly, "I didn't expect you guys to actually come. You do have some brains, not too stupid. You haven't wasted this opportunity I gave you."
"Cherish it, Human Race. Although you have no chance of turning the tide, if you can make us laugh, we might give you another chance to serve our race."
His words, laced with sarcasm and malice, ignited a fire of rage within me. I stared intently at him, suppressing the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
The His Highness Twenty-Seven glanced dismissively at everyone below the stage, raising his eyes with disdain.
"Today's arena battle is a fight to the death, with no regard for life or death; each side will have ten participants."
"The rules are simple, just enjoy yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the His Highness Twenty-Seven disappeared from the stage, replaced by a scarlet-skinned Alien Race from the crowd below the arena.
Its aura... is at the King Realm, and close to its peak!
His rank was Thirty-Nine!
The hearts of the Human Race prodigies sank.
This was the first time that more than Thirty Alien Race had appeared, their powerful auras causing one's heart to sink.
But after the initial shock, no one backed down.
Even at the King Realm High Stage, the Human Race is not without hope.
After all, the Human Race still has the prodigies of the imperial clan, and Ji Linyuan!
The His Highness Thirty-Nine yawned lazily, looking as if he hadn't woken up properly, which made it even clearer that he didn't take this arena match seriously at all.
He casually beckoned to the audience.
"Come on, anything, let me play with it."
His attitude was frivolous, and his behavior was even more contemptuous.
"Arrogant! I'll go and meet him!"
On the Profound Domain side, a young man suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing with anger, and stepped onto the stage without hesitation.
He is Jiang Ta, the fourteenth on the Earth Ranking this time, and the holy son of his sect. When the imperial clan did not produce him, he was considered a top genius. He also ranked in the top ten on the Mystic Ranking. He is very strong in both talent and strength.
During this invasion by Alien Race, he single-handedly killed many of Alien Race, always fighting on the front lines.
Although they cannot compare to the imperial clan, they are not much weaker.
The His Highness Thirty-Nine coldly observed the person approaching, narrowed his eyes, and sneered.
"What dares to challenge me? Get down! You mere ant, killing you would be too much of a dirty task for me!"
Jiang Ta's anger intensified. He stepped onto the stage, gripped his twin swords, and roared, "Let's see who's stronger!"
He believed himself to be no weakling.
Even if they are not as good as those few imperial clans, they won't lose by much.
Jiang Ta suddenly drew his sword, his eyes filled with a resolute fighting spirit. But before he could make a move, he heard a malicious shout explode in his ear.
"Weaklings, die before this prince!"
Suddenly, everything went blurry before my eyes.
He didn't even have time to react; only a fleeting thought of disbelief crossed his mind—how fast!
Bang!!
Like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, red and white petals were strewn all over the ground.
A headless corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud.
It only took a moment.
The His Highness Thirty-Nine shook his hand in disgust, his malicious smile widening. He casually tilted his head to look at the audience below, then picked up the rag from the ground with a mocking laugh and wiped the blood from his fist.
"How fragile."
"A piece of trash should know that he's trash."
"Since he can't see clearly, then this prince will help him."
"Well? Who else wants to play with me?"
The fluttering rag, stained with blood, fell to the ground, striking a deep and painful chord in the hearts of Human Race.
Everyone seemed to have their throats gripped, incredulous.
Jiang Ta... just like that, dead!?
They lost their first match so quickly!