The disbelief on everyone's faces was palpable.
The headless corpse on the platform was casually kicked off by the His Highness Thirty-Nine, who sneered as he spoke.
"If this is all the trash your Human Race has to offer, then there's no need for you to come up here, so as not to dirty my hands."
Jiang Ta's still-warm body rolled down to the ground at everyone's feet.
Humiliation, resentment, and anger surged in the hearts of all the cultivators, but no one could utter a word.
The His Highness Thirty-Nine's power exceeded their expectations, leaving them with a bitter taste in their mouths, clenching their fists, and filled with resentment.
Even the traitorous imperial clan, now on the side of the Alien Race, subconsciously tightened their grip. Of course, they weren't worried about their former compatriots, but rather shocked that the Alien Race had sent out such a powerful being in this very first battle.
At this moment, the only emotion lingering in the hearts of these imperial clans who had already betrayed them was relief.
They were clear-headed, discerning, and knew when to advance and retreat, choosing to embrace the Alien Race at the first opportunity.
otherwise...
If they were the ones being challenged in the ring today, could they win?
Regardless of winning or losing, can they even survive?
The answer is already self-evident.
His Highness the His Highness Thirty-Nine leisurely watched the ashen faces of the Human Race cultivators below the stage. Just as he was about to say something more, his eyes noticed a figure slowly walking towards the arena.
He wasn't the only one who noticed this figure.
Like Jiang Ta, who had just died, he was also a prodigy of the Profound Domain. The only difference was that he was dressed entirely in white, even his headband was white.
In other words...
He was dressed in deep mourning!
His temperament was also completely different from Jiang Ta's.
If Jiang Ta's aura was one of hatred for the slaughter of his compatriots and the disgrace of Human Race, then he was also utterly lifeless and extremely aloof. His dark eyes were fixed on the His Highness Thirty-Nine on the platform with a stubborn and obsessive gaze. At this moment, it seemed that he could only see the His Highness Thirty-Nine and nothing else.
He walked steadily and straight, step by step.
The pure white mourning figure exuded an inexplicable desolation.
And there's a resolute determination that there's no going back.
Someone recognized him as soon as he appeared.
"It's him! Cheng Jing Ting!"
"Hiss... Heavenly Talisman Sect, I didn't expect him to be one of these ten."
The young man ascending the stage is none other than Heavenly Talisman Sect Jingting, the Holy Son of the Cheng Jing Ting.
The Heavenly Talisman Sect is an extremely glorious sect, with countless powerful figures within it, making it comparable to some of the top sects currently existing in the Profound Domain.
But the glory of the Heavenly Talisman Sect was only a thing of the past.
The once glorious Heavenly Talisman Sect had long been destroyed by the invasion of Alien Race, with almost no one, from the sect leader to the True Disciple, surviving.
Only Heavenly Talisman Sect Jingting, the holy son of the Cheng Jing Ting Sect at the time, was fortunate enough to escape with his life.
Cheng Jing Ting was a child brought back from the mortal realm by the sect leader of the Heavenly Talisman Sect. He was raised by his side from a young age, and the sect leader personally taught him everything, treating him as his own son.
For the Heavenly Talisman Sect, the elders, senior brothers, and senior sisters of the Cheng Jing Ting were far more than just sect ties; they were, in his opinion, the only family he had left in this world.
He was an orphan who was taken in by his master, which gave him a home and family.
But now, nothing is left.
It was even colder and more despairing than when he was a beggar, forced to eat only scraps of leftover food.
From the time of the extermination of the sect, Cheng Jing Ting...
He went crazy.
He had raised several spirit beasts, but after witnessing the bloodbath at the Heavenly Talisman Sect, he dismissed them all. He then spent three days and three nights collecting the bodies of the Heavenly Talisman Sect and burying them. After that, he resolutely threw himself into the front lines of the battlefield.
Alone with his One Sword, Cheng Jing Ting fought fiercely on the battlefield, slaughtering the Alien Race like a madman, fighting recklessly.
Until the eve of the final arena battle, he fought his way through the ranks on the Earth Ranking and broke into the top twenty, ranking eleventh.
It wasn't that no sect was willing to take him in.
The Silver Frost Sect, which was on good terms with the Heavenly Talisman Sect, intended to recruit this prodigy and holy son, promising him that he would be Direct Disciple from the moment he entered the sect, just like the treatment he had received in the Heavenly Talisman Sect.
But Cheng Jing Ting refused them all.
As a child, he was a beggar. His master took him back to the sect and, despite his filth, personally helped him to clean up.
The master asked him his name.
He shook his head.
What are the names of beggar children?
The master then said, "Then let's name Jing Ting, taking my surname, Cheng Jing Ting, what do you think?"
"May your future be bright and promising, like the auspicious stars and the phoenix, and may your wisdom shine like a clear mirror in the Qin court. May you become outstanding talents in your field. Take your time, and never forget..."
future?
A strange syllable escaped Cheng Jing Ting's throat, which he forcefully suppressed, a mournful cry that almost spilled out.
He has no future.
He is going to let his master down.
On the day the Heavenly Talisman Sect was destroyed, not a single survivor remained.
Cheng Jing Ting died that day.
What survived was merely an empty shell, a shell desperately slaughtering Alien Race in hopes of one day avenging its sect and master.
He stepped onto the arena, raised his eyes to look at the person he had longed for day and night for who knows how long, and hatred surged wildly, burning his eyes red.
The His Highness Thirty-Nine, however, seemed completely unconcerned, even observing Cheng Jing Ting's heavy mourning attire with great interest. Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he smiled.
"You bastard, you're really fearless."
He met Cheng Jing Ting.
It wasn't during the destruction of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, but on the battlefield.
At that time, Cheng Jing Ting was like a vicious wolf that had lost its mind. Once he got entangled with any Alien Race, he couldn't shake them off. Even if their cultivation level was slightly higher than his, Cheng Jing Ting would risk injury to kill them.
Even though he knew that the person before him had killed many of his own God Clan members, the His Highness Thirty-Nine's smile only grew more conspicuous.
"Oh right, seeing you suddenly reminded me of the Heavenly Talisman Sect..."
"Those old geezers were really tough to kill back then. The person they were willing to protect with their lives was you, wasn't it?"
The His Highness Thirty-Nine licked his lips with interest. He remembered that when the passage between their God Clan and the Profound Domain was opened, the first sect that blocked their way was the Heavenly Talisman Sect.
That sect was indeed deeply powerful, and had several rather troublesome cultivators, but they all killed them one by one. The only unpleasant thing was that a few old guys sacrificed their lives to send a young man away.
The boy's appearance slowly overlapped with Cheng Jing Ting's in front of him.
Especially those eyes...
It's exactly the same as what I saw that day.
The words of the His Highness Thirty-Nine fell into Cheng Jing Ting's ears, making his already bloodshot eyes almost bleed.
His homeland and his sect were the dynasties closest to the Void Realm, and also the first to perish.
His master, senior brother, junior sister, and senior brother all died in battle, leaving him the only one left in the entire sect.
Cheng Jing Ting stared intently at the His Highness Thirty-Nine, his voice seeming to come from an icy cave in the dead of winter.
"Good."
"The hatred of our sect's annihilation will never be forgotten, even in death."
The moment the words left his mouth, Cheng Jing Ting moved.
Golden talismans appeared in his palm, transforming into golden chains of light, upon which flowed profound runes. The entire arena, and indeed the entire area, was flooded with Spiritual Qi, and a burst of golden light shot into the sky in an instant.
On the arena, golden chains coalesced into an unbroken ring of talismans, enveloping Cheng Jing Ting within them and bathing him in golden light.
He took a sudden step forward, and a blood-curdling roar burst forth from within the golden light.
" Heavenly Talisman Sect Cheng Jing Ting, acting on the sect's dying wish, has come to kill you!"