The arena has been reduced to ruins.
Dust and smoke filled the air, and everyone present held their breath, staring intently ahead.
This time, shouldn't this Alien Race finally be dead?
This Nine Heavens Divine Lightning took everyone by surprise. Its power was close to that of the Emperor Realm. Even Bai Linglong, who was standing in front, had her hair stand on end. She straightened her hair and looked towards the arena.
Although she didn't know Cheng Jing Ting, this prodigy of the Profound Domain, she had learned a little about Cheng Jing Ting from listening to the other Profound Domain cultivators around her.
Thinking about it, being able to kill his enemy at the very end of his life, he probably had no regrets...
After all, this was the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, whose power rivaled that of the Emperor Realm. Even they couldn't guarantee they would survive it, let alone the injured His Highness Thirty-Nine.
The lightning was dazzling, flashing blindingly.
For a moment, no one in the arena spoke. Everyone remained silent, watching the lightning on the now-vanished arena dissipate, awaiting the outcome of the fight.
Finally, the lightning raged for a while before slowly dissipating.
Cheng Jing Ting perished, and his physical body ceased to exist.
Everywhere there were broken stones and debris; the entire area seemed lifeless.
Just as the Profound Domain cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the His Highness Thirty-Nine was finally dead, they saw the rubble in one corner of the field suddenly move.
Instantly, everyone's expression changed drastically!
The piece of gravel rolled down with a crisp sound, a soft thud that seemed to land not on the ground, but on everyone's hearts, striking with an extremely dull thud.
Staggering, covered in blood but still breathing, the His Highness Thirty-Nine slowly rose from a pile of rubble and ruins. He wiped the blood from his face, spat out a mouthful of blood, and sneered.
"Ha ha!!"
"I thought he was really something!"
"However, that's all!"
The His Highness Thirty-Nine, who had crawled out of the ruins, stood on the field, his aura slowly returning.
He looked down at everyone with an arrogant expression, a sinister smile on his face.
"Who else dares to fight this prince?"
Everyone fell silent, stunned, staring blankly at the His Highness Thirty-Nine standing on the field, some even wondering if it was all a hallucination.
In that terrifying thunder, how could the His Highness Thirty-Nine, facing the lightning head-on, actually survive?
Even after all that, he's still alive!?
The crowd remained silent, but their fear grew ever stronger.
They did consider that the Alien Race was very powerful.
After all, this fact is evident on the front lines.
But they never imagined that the Alien Race could be this powerful!
Cheng Jing Ting's soul was scattered, sacrificing everything he had, even his last wisp of thought, a wisp of thought that carried the thoughts of everyone in the Heavenly Talisman Sect, yet he still failed to kill the His Highness Thirty-Nine.
This shock left them all speechless.
I thought that although it might be difficult to win, there was still a chance of victory. But now, two matches have passed, and not only have I not won a single game, I haven't even managed to kill a single opponent!
Only at this moment did they realize how close death truly was.
Although this is just a competition among juniors, even if someone loses, it won't be enough to make someone from the Profound Domain pay with their life.
Small things can reveal big truths.
If all the geniuses of Alien Race possessed such strength, how would they possibly win on the battlefield?
Human Race have their geniuses, and so do Alien Race, and they are even stronger!
Human Race have powerful individuals, then what about Alien Race?
A suffocating atmosphere enveloped the entire venue. Especially with the arrogant provocation of the His Highness Thirty-Nine, everyone's faces grew increasingly grim, their teeth clenched, and the atmosphere became increasingly heavy.
At the very front, all the participating prodigies had a fierce look in their eyes and were restless.
No one can stand by and watch their fellow citizens being killed before their very eyes.
"I'm going to kill him!"
Bai Linglong's eyes reddened, and she stared with her rabbit-like eyes, suppressing her urge to speak.
Not just her, everyone else, except for Ji Linyuan, was filled with murderous intent.
Only Ji Linyuan.
He remained silent, not uttering a word, but his gaze fell upon the young man beside him.
The young man, Taishu Ru, lowered his eyes slightly and spoke slowly.
"I'll go."
Without giving anyone a chance to refute him, he stepped directly out from among the many prodigies.
Taishu Ru walked very slowly.
Cultivators are generally swift as the wind, rarely slow, and they are not turtles.
But Taishu Ru was so slow, it was as if he had turtle blood.
But he isn't.
Anyone who knows Taishu Ru knows that he is a pure Human Race.
The path to the arena was short, but it took Taishu Ru a long time to walk it.
He slowly raised his head, looked at the His Highness Thirty-Nine on the arena, and then lowered his eyes again.
Taishu Ru, whose surname was Taishu.
The Taishu family is an extremely ancient clan in the Profound Domain. Although their ancestors never produced any Thearch Realm experts, they had once enjoyed great glory.
And he is the undisputed number one prodigy in the entire Profound Domain.
Step by step, footprint by footprint, it seemed as if Taishu Ru had walked through his entire life.
From a young age, he was taught by his teachers to remain calm in the face of adversity, not to get angry easily, and not to be swayed by his emotions.
Throughout his life, no matter what he faced, Taishu Ru always remained calm and composed.
This time, it should have been the same.
But the surging tides in his heart told a story of his turmoil.
This world also underwent a transformation after he went into seclusion.
After he emerged from seclusion this time, the entire Profound Domain underwent a complete upheaval.
The imperial family is born.
Alien Race invasion.
Familiar friends and relatives died one after another.
There are countless variables.
The division commanders originally didn't want him to come to this competition.
but...
Taishu Ru slowly raised his eyes, took a step, and stepped onto the arena.
He is the number one in this Profound Domain. If he were to back down now, wouldn't this Profound Domain be left without anyone?
Moreover...
He couldn't stand idly by and watch as his heavy, bloody wish to avenge his sect was dashed.
They couldn't even see that the goals others were willing to give their lives for were being trampled under the feet of a Alien Race.
When Taishu Ru stepped onto the stage, everyone fell silent.
Apart from the imperial family, it can be said that no one was unaware of Taishu Ru.
Before the appearance of Alien Race and the emergence of the imperial family, this person's reputation was extremely high.
Putting aside his various deeds and the fact that his talent has alarmed countless old monsters, the fact that he is hailed as the most promising genius to reach the Thearch Realm is extremely eye-catching.
Even the Sword Pavilion group in the crowd were somewhat surprised after hearing about Taishu Ru's deeds.
Outside of the Sword Pavilion, there is such a talented prodigy.
That's truly commendable.
On the arena, when the His Highness Thirty-Nine saw Taishu Ru come up, he looked at the ordinary-looking man in front of him and couldn't help but mock him.
"Another one coming to die."
"Does your Profound Domain truly have no one left...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the His Highness Thirty-Nine's hair stood on end, and the scales on his body seemed to explode.
Suddenly, something flashed before his eyes, and before he could react, a cold, stern face filled with murderous intent appeared in front of him.