His head was pressed into the arena, His Highness Thirty-Four gritted his teeth, anger and humiliation rising in his heart.
This is humiliation, and an utter disgrace!
As one of the elite among the God Clan, having awakened Imperial Blood and crushed numerous royal families, he was incredibly proud, yet now he is being suppressed by the Human Race...
" Human Race! You haven't even reached the Emperor Realm yet; it's far too early for you to try and suppress me!"
A furious roar escaped from the His Highness Thirty-Four's throat. As the violent roar subsided, his silver-white body suddenly began to swell, and large patches of golden blood lines appeared on the surface, taut on his skin, as if the blood seeping from within his body.
The His Highness Twenty-Seven, who was watching from outside the arena, suddenly laughed.
He pointed at the His Highness Thirty-Four on the platform, then turned to speak to the person next to him.
"My Thirty-Four is really stubborn. He actually ignited the Imperial Blood within him. That's interesting."
Igniting the Imperial Blood will not cause the Imperial Blood holder to lose the Imperial Blood, but after burning away the Imperial Blood in the body, one will be plunged into a painful tearing sensation and a pain as if one's bones and blood were being crushed.
Its effect is equivalent to Human Race's Secret Technique, and it should not be used unless absolutely necessary.
With the Blood-Burning Secret Technique activated, the His Highness Thirty-Four roared, his body slowly rising inch by inch under the immense pressure.
Everything around him was shattered, large chunks of rock floated and crumbled, but he endured the immense pressure on his body, slowly raised himself up, and stomped on the arena floor, causing the platform to cave in and crack.
But nobody cares about what happens in the ring anymore.
The His Highness Thirty-Four's body swelled to almost twice its original size, and the purple-gold horn on his head completely transformed into gold. His aura also surged, and he broke free from his restraints, cracking the ground beneath his feet as he charged towards Ji Linyuan, throwing a punch.
Ji Linyuan became increasingly focused, drew his sword and clashed with the His Highness Thirty-Four. The illusory figure of the sword immortal behind him became clearer, its facial features almost becoming visible. The murmurs on the field grew more urgent, and the lotus fragrance became so strong that it almost materialized.
He pushed his Thearch Technique to its limit, and in his pupils, the punch from the His Highness Thirty-Four grew larger and larger before his eyes. Ji Linyuan neither dodged nor evaded, preparing to take the punch head-on!
boom!
The force of the strike was so terrifying that it shook the entire arena. Waves surged and ripples spread, and everyone felt a sudden weight on their bodies as an invisible tide swept over them.
Many cultivators with low cultivation levels were stunned. Some of them were even affected, their expressions changed, and they suddenly coughed up blood.
They never expected that the His Highness Thirty-Four would be this powerful!
This sense of oppression is utterly despairing.
Although this was the result of his use of Secret Technique, there's no need to pay attention to the process now; all that matters is the result.
Click.
Click.
A faint cracking sound came from the arena. Everyone looked up in shock and saw that the sword immortal phantom behind Ji Linyuan was actually cracking from the face, with the cracks gradually spreading and expanding.
In his berserk state, the His Highness Thirty-Four let out a cold laugh, unleashing a barrage of fierce attacks on the phantom, his voice growing increasingly ruthless.
"Ancestor? Sword Master? Ha!"
Even if your Ji Household ancestors were here today, they couldn't protect you!
Bang!
A single punch sent him staggering back more than ten steps. Ji Linyuan felt a metallic taste in his throat, which he forced down. However, the increasingly widening cracks on the phantom behind him indicated his lack of follow-up attacks.
Bang!
Another punch.
This time, the mystical light surrounding Ji Linyuan's body was extinguished. His face turned pale, and he staggered, almost unable to support himself. The illusory image behind him was covered with dense cracks.
Bang!
With the final punch, to everyone's astonishment, the Ji Household's divine son, on whom so much hope had been placed, was sent flying backward, his illusory figure shattering behind him!
Everyone was incredulous; some even jumped to their feet, their faces filled with despair.
They had never seen the incomparably powerful Ji Linyuan in such a sorry state. He had slain countless Alien Race on the battlefield, and even when surrounded by multiple Alien Race, he could still fight his way out. But now, he was facing only one Alien Race, yet he was being forced to retreat repeatedly.
Not only that, the divine light of his Thearch Technique was extinguished, and the ancestral phantom that had been summoned had dissipated, turning into specks of spiritual light and vanishing into nothingness.
"We lost..."
No one can accept this result.
The His Highness Thirty-Four did not stop there. His eyes were filled with pure savagery. Seeing Ji Linyuan flying backward, he refused to give up. Instead, he used the momentum to attack Ji Linyuan!
" Ji Household, give this prince—"
"Die!"
"Stop!"
Everyone sensed it and knew what the other was going to do.
This Alien Race intends to kill the Ji Household's divine son directly on the arena!
At this moment, the Ji Household expert could no longer care about anything else. He roared out, but he firmly suppressed his urge to attack, his expression restrained.
Don't make a move!
If the Human Race breaks the rules first, then the powerful beings of the Alien Race will surely find an opportunity to attack. There are so many Human Race cultivators here, we must not let him turn into a bloodbath because of his momentary lapse of judgment!
However, the His Highness Thirty-Four had no scruples whatsoever. With a flick of his right hand, he transformed it into a bone spike. The silver-white bone spike meandered, and the golden blood lines on it exuded an ominous aura. Its aura was comparable to that of a supreme treasure, and it pierced towards Ji Linyuan's chest!
If this stab lands squarely, Ji Linyuan will surely die!
At this moment, Ji Linyuan's pupils shrank. Disregarding everything, he forcibly used Thearch Technique at the cost of an unstable foundation, transforming it into profound runes that protected him.
boom!
The bone spur struck without hesitation, and Ji Linyuan coughed violently, blood splattering in the air. He was blasted away and crashed heavily outside the arena, his life force rapidly fading.
But the His Highness Thirty-Four did not give up. The bone spike seemed to seek out its target, and it stabbed towards Ji Linyuan again!
They were actually willing to break the rules to kill Ji Linyuan on the spot!
"You rude brat, get out of here!!"
From the direction of the Ji Household, a middle-aged woman could no longer restrain herself. She flew forward and protected Ji Linyuan, feeding him a handful of pills. She then struck away the bone spur of the His Highness Thirty-Four with a single blow. Pain and regret spread through her eyes as she shouted in shock and anger.
" Linyuan has already been defeated and fallen off the stage. How dare you kill him? Are you disregarding the agreement between our two races?!"
The bloodlust in the His Highness Thirty-Four's eyes had not yet faded, but he stopped his hand, glanced at Ji Linyuan with resentment, and spoke in a cold and hateful voice.
"Consider the Ji Household lucky!"
That strike could have killed Ji Linyuan, but Ji Linyuan, despite his unstable foundation, refused to die under his bone spurs and instead became his nourishment.
Damn it!
The His Highness Thirty-Four stood on the platform, his eyes gloomy, staring intently at Ji Linyuan, whose breath was weak but still alive. Even though he knew he had defeated the last hope of the Human Race, he did not seem particularly happy.
The Imperial Blood within him was boiling and clamoring, desperately urging him to kill the other party, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it!
Meanwhile, on the Human Race, a profound silence spread.
That invincible divine son of the Ji Household... has been defeated.
They, the Human Race... were defeated too?!