The appearance of Wang Zhan instantly drew everyone’s attention!
“Wang Zhan? The Eastern Region Wang Clan’s Azure Heaven Sacred Physique?”
“What did he just say? He’s taking this battle?”
“Is he planning to represent the present-day demon race?”
Exclamations and murmurs surged through the crowd like a tide.
No one had expected Wang Zhan to appear at this crucial moment—and even less had they expected him to take the initiative and challenge their opponent!
Yuan Tiangang was stunned as well, his face filled with disbelief.
Wang Zhan? He was going to fight on behalf of the present-day demon race?
He was a member of the human race, and had no connection with the demons of the Southern Region. There was absolutely no reason for him to involve himself in this life-and-death struggle!
Moreover, his opponent was that unfathomably mysterious powerhouse!
Wang Zhan acted as though he had not heard the uproar around him or noticed the countless shocked, puzzled, and scrutinizing gazes.
He walked straight through the crowd and stopped in front of Xiao Ruobai and the others.
His eyes briefly met those of Fang Hanyu and Xiao Ruobai. Their gazes crossed without a word, yet there was an unspoken understanding and mutual recognition between three top-tier figures of the same generation.
Finally, his gaze settled on Ling Xi’s face, and a solemn light appeared in his eyes.
“Thank you for that finger strike back then. I’ll take this battle.”
“All right.” Ling Xi slowly nodded and said only those two words.
A brilliant light flared in Wang Zhan’s eyes. Without saying anything else, he clasped his fists and bowed deeply.
“Thank you!”
Then he abruptly turned around and took a step forward!
Boom!
The azure-blue sacred power within him no longer erupted wildly. Instead, it was like a slumbering dragon awakening inside his body—restrained, yet vast and powerful.
Every step he took through the air produced a deep, thunderous boom, as though war drums were pounding. Carrying an unstoppable momentum, he walked straight toward the center of the arena!
Yuan Tiangang finally came to his senses, and his face instantly filled with joy.
He had witnessed Wang Zhan’s strength with his own eyes. The Azure Heaven Sacred Physique was tyrannically powerful. If he could gain Wang Zhan’s assistance, it would be like receiving timely help in a desperate situation!
He hurried forward and said excitedly, “Young friend Wang Zhan, your righteousness is truly admirable! I, Yuan Tiangang, am deeply grateful!
“Regardless of whether you win or lose this battle, my Southern Region demon race will reward you generously afterward! A great gift will certainly be presented to you!”
Wang Zhan paid no attention to Yuan Tiangang’s promise. His gaze was like two unsheathed battle spears, firmly locking onto the Ancient Imperial Prince atop the arena.
His voice, cold as ice, rang across the entire battlefield.
“Ninth match. Human race—Wang Zhan—requests a battle!”
A flicker of surprise passed across the Ancient Imperial Prince’s gloomy face, swiftly transforming into a cold disdain born of contempt.
“A mere human ant dares to overstep his bounds? Do you know that the one you challenge is the dignity of the Ancient Imperial Clan?”
As he spoke, scorching golden sunfire began to radiate from the Ancient Imperial Prince’s body.
He became like an ancient sun that had fallen into the mortal world. The terrifying heat caused ripples to spread across the arena’s restrictive barrier, while the watching prodigies in the distance hurriedly retreated, spiritual power automatically surging over their bodies to protect them.
His original target had been Battle Asura, but he had not expected someone else to appear out of nowhere.
“I am Chi Huang, the prince!”
Within the golden flames, Chi Huang’s features grew increasingly distinct. The natural arrogance of royalty was evident in the corners of his eyes and brows.
“The son of the Golden Crow Ancient Emperor?!”
The declaration caused the entire crowd to erupt.
“He really is the son of the Golden Crow Ancient Emperor! The true bloodline of an Ancient Imperial Clan!”
“It is said that the Golden Crow Clan commands the great sunfire, capable of boiling seas, melting mountains, and refining souls. No wonder his aura is so terrifying!”
“Wang Zhan is in trouble now! The Golden Crow’s divine fire is an origin flame that specifically counters the physical body and vital blood. Though the Azure Heaven Sacred Physique is powerful, it may well be suppressed!”
Amid the murmurs, the fists Yuan Tiangang had just unclenched tightened once more, sweat dripping from his palms through his fingers.
The might of the Golden Crow Ancient Emperor had shaken the myriad races since the ancient era. It went without saying how powerful his descendant would be.
Yet Wang Zhan’s eyes held not the slightest trace of worry. Instead, they were filled with anticipation for a clash between true powerhouses.
“Come and fight!”
His eyes burned with battle intent, and he uttered no unnecessary words.
Chi Huang spoke in a low voice. “Today, this prince shall personally test how many breaths your so-called human sacred physique can withstand beneath the true authority of the sun.”
Before his voice had even faded, he had already moved.
One moment, he was a hundred yards away. The next, a claw wreathed in golden flames had torn through the air and reached straight for Wang Zhan’s throat.
Before the claw even arrived, the scorching, razor-sharp force capable of melting divine metal into liquid had already caused Wang Zhan’s skin to tremble instinctively.
“Well done!”
Rather than retreat, Wang Zhan advanced. His azure vital blood exploded forth, only to be compressed to the extreme in an instant. It wove, layered, and rotated across his body, forming a suit of sacred battle armor that covered him from head to toe.
Ancient runes flowed across the armor’s surface. Every rune vibrated at high speed, redirecting and dispersing the waves of heat rushing toward him.
Clang!
The sound of metal striking metal resounded throughout heaven and earth.
Chi Huang’s claws tore into the azure battle armor, bursting into dazzling sparks.
Wang Zhan’s body swayed slightly. The stone beneath his feet instantly melted into crimson lava, yet he did not retreat even a single step.
He countered with a punch, simple and direct, slamming toward Chi Huang’s chest.
Wherever his fist passed, the air was compressed into a tangible shock wave that erupted with explosive force.
A flicker of surprise crossed Chi Huang’s eyes, but he neither dodged nor evaded. Golden patterns lit up across his chest as he took the punch head-on.
Boom!
The muffled impact sounded like a divine drum.
Chi Huang was forced three yards backward, while the golden patterns across his chest flickered erratically. At the same time, a charred crack appeared on the azure battle armor covering Wang Zhan’s fist.
It was a mark left by the sun’s true fire, which had pierced through his punch and rebounded upon him.
“You managed to withstand this prince’s claw and even return a punch.”
Chi Huang lowered his head and glanced at his chest. The skin there had caved in slightly, but it was recovering at a visible speed.
“You have earned the right to make this prince fight seriously.”
He spread his wings. They were not physical wings, but law-wings condensed from pure sunfire.
The wings gave a gentle beat, and their feathers fell away.
Each feather transformed into a burning golden arrow, trailing a long tail of flame as it covered the space around Wang Zhan from every direction—above, below, left, and right—with not a single gap.
Even more terrifyingly, the arrows formed a temporary sunfire matrix. Wherever they passed, space was briefly ignited, leaving behind trails of energy that continued to burn.
In less than a ten-thousandth of a breath, the temperature around Wang Zhan rose to a level capable of instantly vaporizing an ordinary Saint King.
“The Ninefold Heaven Towers Suppressing the World!”
Wang Zhan shouted in a low voice.
Nine phantoms of azure heaven towers rose from the ground, interlocking with one another as they shielded him at the center.
A heavy aura capable of suppressing all things flowed across the towers’ surfaces. Then, they collided violently with the rain of golden arrows.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dense explosions merged into a single ear-piercing shriek.
Golden flames and azure vital blood frantically consumed and annihilated one another.
The first heaven tower shattered after withstanding three hundred arrows, transforming into a sky full of scattered points of light.
The second held out against five hundred arrows. The third endured seven hundred…
By the time the seventh heaven tower began to tremble violently, the rain of arrows had finally thinned.
But Chi Huang’s attack had only just begun.
“Not a bad tortoiseshell.”
A cruel smile curled the corners of his mouth.
“Then try this—the Great Sun Furnace.”
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