Did I really find the right person this time?
Is my grandmother here too?
Is the blood flowing in me not just from the Human Race?
At this moment, everyone cheered suddenly.
Zhou Qing and the others quickly looked over, and at some point, two figures had already appeared in the arena.
Today, Li Daoxuan was holding a heavy sword, its broad blade glinting with a cold light.
He stood tall, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, and his gaze was stern. He himself was like an unsheathed sharp sword, revealing its edge.
Opposite him was the Seventh Prince of the Holy Martial Dynasty, Xuanyuan Yichen, tightly gripping a silver spear. The spear’s tip shone with silver light, as if a dragon’s image twined around it.
He exuded an all-conquering aura.
"So that’s the Seventh Prince?" Zhou Qing exclaimed in admiration, "I must say, this guy truly is the epitome of tall, rich, and handsome."
Yan wanting to be his brother-in-law, that’s going to be difficult.
"Activate the barrier around the arena!" ordered Cao Zhengyang.
Several elders nodded in agreement and quickly formed Seals with their hands.
But at that moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly pierced the sky.
Before anyone could react, a pitch-black Demon Soldier Long Spear, as if taken from the Netherworld, shot through the air like a black lightning bolt, carrying an overwhelming force, and fiercely struck the ground between the two.
The spear embedded itself three inches into the ground, instantly shattering the surrounding green-brick tiles and sending debris flying. The entire arena trembled under this strike.
In the blink of an eye, the whole arena fell silent. Everyone instinctively looked up and saw a figure stepping through the air towards them.
It was a tall, imposing man in tight black clothing, his clothes flapping like a black storm sweeping in.
His long hair danced wildly in the wind, revealing eagle-like sharp eyes filled with boundless arrogance and wildness.
With each step he took in the void, it was as if thunder exploded.
Everyone stared blankly at this scene until Shi Zhen suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes shining.
Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu were overjoyed. They never expected that Master Brother would choose this moment to come out of seclusion.
On the stage, Mo Xingjian shook his head repeatedly.
"Still likes to show off, it’s none of my business, I really didn’t know!" Mo Xingjian quickly told Cao Zhengyang.
Cao Zhengyang, however, sighed heavily.
It seemed that today’s battle between Li Daoxuan and Xuanyuan Yichen would not happen.
In the next moment, Ghost Mastiff’s figure flashed and landed beside the long spear. He then grasped the spear shaft, and with a slight shake, a powerful wave of energy spread out, causing everyone nearby to involuntarily take a few steps back.
His gaze, as sharp as a blade, swept over Li Daoxuan and Xuanyuan Yichen as the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Just in time, Old Li, he came to challenge me, and you intercepted him halfway. Isn’t that a bit unethical?"
Ghost Mastiff’s voice was low and powerful, like muffled thunder echoing over the arena.
Li Daoxuan frowned and said, "I was just..."
"I know you mean well, but if he gets too exhausted, and I win later, it wouldn’t be a fair victory," Ghost Mastiff interrupted Li Daoxuan directly.
Li Daoxuan snorted coldly, just about to speak, but he immediately turned his head to look at Cao Zhengyang on the elevated platform, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Cao Zhengyang mumbled softly, and Li Daoxuan could only look at Ghost Mastiff with frustration.
"Since you’re out of seclusion, don’t forget we still have a fight between us!" Li Daoxuan said, then exited the arena.
With a hint of a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth, Ghost Mastiff then turned to look at Xuanyuan Yichen.
"It seems your ’Xuanyuan Dragon Emperor Skills’ have reached Great Success. Not bad, not bad!" Ghost Mastiff appraised him up and down.
Xuanyuan Yichen’s face grew stern as he looked at Ghost Mastiff: "You seem to have grown stronger, with one foot already in the Divinity Transformation Realm."
"Reaching the Divinity Transformation Realm requires the understanding of a certain Realm. If you think it’s so easy, but you’re right. It’s fair to say one foot is in there, but seeing you , you’re here to use me as a stepping stone. Unfortunately, I fear I will become your stumbling block!"
Ghost Mastiff laughed heartily, then pointed his black spear straight at Xuanyuan Yichen.
"Come on, I’ve been looking for an opponent to hone myself recently, and since you came to me, I won’t be polite!"
As Ghost Mastiff finished speaking, the entire atmosphere of the arena instantly turned violent.
Xuanyuan Yichen laughed as well, his silver spear whirling like a Silver Dragon soaring into the sky.
"I hope you won’t disappoint me!"
They faced each other, their gazes as intense as lightning.
The next moment, before anyone could react, the two clashed at an incredible speed.
The spear shadows intertwined, and light burst forth.
The arena erupted with earth-shattering noise, the powerful impact instantly shattering the ground, and debris flew everywhere.
After briefly stepping back a few paces, the battle intent in their eyes grew even more intense.
They engaged in battle once again.
No one made a sound, all were shocked watching this scene.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Muqian was nervously cheering for her brother, while Zhou Qing quietly moved away from them, finding a corner where no one was watching, and began to look at Master Brother.
Soon, Zhou Qing heard the system’s prompt sound, and a smile uncontrollably appeared on his lips.
The sound of spears clashing echoed continuously, like a downpour of rain.
The two figures moved swiftly in the arena, spear shadows intertwining, dazzling everyone’s eyes.
Ghost Mastiff’s attacks grew fiercer, his black spear like a raging beast, pouncing on Xuanyuan Yichen relentlessly.