Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

Obviously, this huge empty field is the ‘fighting arena’ that Wu Yu calls it.

While Su Han and others were talking, dozens more people died in the arena.

There were about a thousand people in total. When Su Han and others arrived, there were already many corpses on the ground. Up to this moment, only less than half of the people in the spiritual realm who were treated as beasts and killed for fun were left.

There were still countless cheers outside the stadium, and those watching kept placing bets, seemingly fueled by strong drinks and extremely excited.

Compared with them, those who were just brought here, such as Su Han, had gloomy expressions and raging anger.

Wu Yu's place is just a team.

As the first family in Tangshan Town, the Wu family has many branches. They sent dozens of teams and brought back a lot of spiritual realms, more than a thousand people.

After the group in the arena is completely dead, it will probably be Su Han's turn.

Many people were frightened and wanted to escape. But with their cultivation, how could they possibly escape?

They were all captured by the Wu family.

Su Han's spiritual thoughts scanned the field without any concealment. After all, he was not the only one with spiritual thoughts here.

In the entire arena, including the tens of thousands of people outside, the only one with the highest cultivation level is a sixth-level immortal.

There is not even a seventh-level immortal, let alone a strong person in the fairy realm.

"According to what this woman said, although the Wu family has a very high status in Tangshan Town, Tangshan Town is located in a remote area and there should be no strong people there." Su Han thought to himself.

According to his prediction, the strongest person in the Wu family may only be in the low-level fairy realm.

Therefore, he is not afraid!

…

Blood splattered and screams continued.

Among the many roars, the last spirit in the arena was finally pierced by an arrow through the neck, ending his last fear.

But here, the shouts outside the stadium stopped for the time being.

However, it was only for a moment.

The next moment——

Swish, swish, swish!

Many eyes were directed towards Su Han and others, the newly brought spiritual monks.

Their eyes were a little red, and they were extremely cruel and cruel. They looked at Su Han and others as if they were looking at piles of fairy crystals.

"Don't hesitate, start now!"

"Hahaha, let's get a new batch of blood, let's see how long they can last?"

"How about we follow the second rule?"

"Don't look at the number of people killed by the Wu family, but look at how long these people can last?"

"Of course this is great, I agree!"

A lot of noises came from the venue, causing Wu Yu and others to laugh sinisterly.

And among the crowd, an old man suddenly popped out of the crowd and landed in the middle of the arena.

"Everyone!"

The old man looked around and said with a smile: "Everyone who places bets knows the rules of my Wu Family Arena. According to your opinion, are you planning to exercise the second rule?"

Someone responded immediately, and there were quite a few.

"Well!"

The old man nodded slightly and continued: "Then for the next game, the second rule will be applied. My Wu family will still be the banker. We will assign numbers to these spiritual monks later. Which number do you think can last longer? In other words, how long can you hold on, then how many numbers will you bet on!"

After the words fell, the old man waved his hand.

"Walk!"

Wu Yu and others immediately dispersed their cultivation, their auras were astonishing, and they roared with pressure, making the spiritual monks behind them breathless.

"You don't have to be so depressed, you still have a chance to survive."

Wu Yu said calmly: "The three people who persist to the end can hand over their golden blood and become the efforts of my Wu family. This is your honor. After all, not everyone is qualified to enter my Wu family. Do you understand?"

"Hand in your gold blood and become a slave?"

After hearing this, those spiritual monks who originally thought there was hope could not help but look pale.

What's the difference between this and death?

How could they not know what the fate of the slaves in the middle star field was like?

I'm afraid that outcome would be even more terrifying than death!

They wanted to escape, but they couldn't.

In desperation, under the pressure of Wu Yu and others, all the spiritual monks were pushed and walked towards the arena.

Su Han didn't struggle. He had already had murderous intentions towards these people from the Wu family.

The woman also had an indifferent look on her face, showing no fear. It seemed that she was not afraid of these people from the Wu family at all.

Moreover, judging from her previous words, if she revealed her identity, the Wu family would probably not touch her unless they were crazy.

…

In the entire field, it was not just Wu Yu and others.

There were other teams of Wu family horses, grabbing spiritual monks one by one and throwing them into the arena.

On their chests, they all wore a badge with their respective numbers on it.

Even if these spiritual realm monks wanted to pull off the badges obtained by their cultivation in the Immortal Realm, they couldn't.

The badge on Su Han's chest is number 23.

The badge of the last person is number 1064.

In other words, this group of spiritual realm monks totals 1,064 people.

"Start placing your bets!"

The old man was still standing in the center of the arena.

In Su Han's spiritual glance, he had the highest level of cultivation, the sixth-level Immortal Realm!

Swish, swish, swish!

After the old man finished speaking, a series of spiritual thoughts immediately fell on Su Han and others.

The feeling as if their clothes had been seen through made these people pale, their lips turn purple, and they were extremely frightened.

If you want to see who among these people can persevere to the end, you must undoubtedly use cultivation as the foundation.

The higher the cultivation level of these spiritual monks, the stronger the possibility of perseverance.

"I bet ten fairy crystals on No. 1 that he will persist for more than an hour, for no other reason than because I like this number, hahaha!"

"I bet thirty fairy crystals on the 18th. After all, this number allows me to win!"

"No. 11, twenty fairy crystals, I bet he can last for two hours!"

"No. 19, fifty fairy crystals, hold on until the end!"

The odds vary depending on how long you persist.

Therefore, when these people called out who to bet, they also called out how long they would last.

"I bet on the 23rd!"

At this moment, a voice came, which caught Su Han's eyes.

This is still the first person to bet on Su Han.

But among the crowd, there was a middle-aged man with a green mark on his face, staring at Su Han.

Obviously, the words just now came from his mouth.

"I'll put out a hundred spiritual crystals and bet on number 23, if I can hold on until the end!" the middle-aged man continued.

"Um?"

"Master Li is so confident?"

"His cultivation is only at the lower sub-immortal level. He has not even reached the peak of the spiritual realm. The hundred spiritual crystals of the Li family may be wasted!"