Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The arena's administrators were so enraged they spat blood. Regaining their senses, they swiftly contacted the Tower of Wonders using star-sky rune communicators, reporting an unforeseen event in the gladiatorial match. They requested a temporary suspension of the victory determination and a freeze on all betting funds.

However, the Tower of Wonders informed them that they had been monitoring the duel and that the outcome was already decided. The entire star-sky had witnessed it. As for any unforeseen circumstances in the arena, they would not affect the outcome of the betting.

Subsequently, they received a notification that all funds on the betting platform had initiated the payout process, and the Star-Sky Spirit Coin Bank headquarters had also begun processing payments.

Pfft!

The arena's administrators spat blood once more.

"Who is it? Who dares impersonate Ji Beilan and harm my empire's arena!"

They were infuriated to the point of madness, their golden hair exploding outwards, eyes wide with bloodshot veins.

"No, Ji Beilan has used the Heavenly Mandate Secret Art before, which cannot be faked. Yesterday's duel was like that. Why is this person not Ji Beilan today?"

They trembled, unable to accept this reality.

"You fools, that Ji Beilan was probably swapped out last night!" Cang Ming's face was gloomy. He said, "Doesn't your prison have restrictions? Isn't it supposedly foolproof? You actually lost the Son of Heavenly Mandate that I wanted!"

"Young Master Cang Ming, we are also victims in this matter!"

The arena's administrators' faces were incredibly gloomy.

"Quickly relay the message to the hidden powerhouses!" said Fu Bo, who was beside Cang Ming, before turning to leave. "Don't let the person disguised as Ji Beilan escape. This old man suspects he is Jun Wuxie!"

"What?"

The arena's administrators hurriedly followed him out. "Quickly inform the various powerhouses and report to the Church and His Majesty the King!"

"Jun Wuxie! You want to take Ji Beilan away from here. Today, even your life will be left behind!" Cang Ming strode away, clenching his palm. "The prey I have set my sights on, no matter how capable you are, don't even think about escaping my grasp!"

At this moment, the "Ji Beilan" in the arena was staring up at the barrier covering the arena.

Suddenly, he burst forth, his fist imprint like a mountain, violently striking the barrier, causing the entire barrier to shake violently, and large cracks actually appeared.

This scene shocked and even terrified many people!

Wasn't the barrier said to be impenetrable by anyone below the Great Perfection of the Extreme Heavenly Realm?

How could Ji Beilan create so many cracks with one punch? Another punch, and the barrier would surely break.

In fact, Jun Wuxie's true body was secretly using rune techniques to weaken the barrier's power. Otherwise, the avatar would not have been able to damage the barrier with a single punch.

"Stop him, he is Jun Wuxie!"

A voice came from afar. It was the arena's administrators and the old man beside Cang Ming, who instantly arrived at the edge of the arena's barrier.

What?

Those powerhouses hidden in the dark revealed expressions of shock.

They had long seen that something was wrong. Ji Beilan was clearly deliberately stalling for time today, but they didn't expect that Ji Beilan was actually Jun Wuxie?

What exactly was going on?

Before they could think about it, they saw that "Ji Beilan" was waving his fist again, bombarding the barrier, clearly intending to break through and escape.

Just as they were about to take action, the arena's administrators passed through the barrier and entered the arena, opening their palms, their true energy surging, covering the sky and the sun, and bombarding downwards.

Rumble!

"Ji Beilan's" body suddenly bloomed with ten thousand feet of golden light, soaring into the sky, golden blood energy rolling, his fist imprint more radiant than the great sun, bombarding upwards.

With a bang.

The great sun-like fist imprint collided with the arena administrator's true energy handprint. Both shattered simultaneously, and the spreading energy aftermath stirred up terrifying waves, instantly sweeping across the entire arena, tearing the space into nothingness. The entire arena area turned into a huge black hole.

"It really is him!"

At this moment, the powerhouses hidden in the dark no longer doubted. They all revealed themselves, surrounding the arena like an impregnable fortress.

"You, surnamed Jun, are so bold, daring to disguise yourself as Ji Beilan and come here to duel. Today, let's see how you run!"

"Surrender now. You are already a turtle in a jar. Suppressing you is just a snap of our fingers!"

"Today, even a saint descending to the mortal world cannot save you!"

"You have been arrogant for long enough. It is time for it to end. Your path in life ends here!"

… …

More than forty powerhouses began to shrink the encirclement. The entire arena was absolutely sealed off by them.

"Hahaha!" The Primordial Avatar transformed back into Jun Wuxie's appearance, sneering and mocking them. "What a big battle. I didn't expect that in order to kill me, you would actually dispatch dozens of Extreme Heavenly Realm peak experts and above. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed for doing this?"

"Ridiculed?" The powerhouse from the Heavenly Law First Sect looked down at him and said, "The winner is king, the loser is villain. Where does ridicule come from? Who do you think would dare to gossip in front of us?"

The powerhouse from the Heavenly Law Second Sect sneered, "I heard that you, Jun Wuxie, have always been strong and never liked to talk nonsense. What's wrong with you today? You're actually standing from the perspective of the weak and lecturing us?"

"Hehe, I admit that I underestimated your shamelessness. You actually sent so many powerhouses here to set up a trap to kill me. I underestimated your bottom line. However, I came to save people, and my purpose has been achieved. If you want to kill me, come on!"

After the Primordial Avatar finished speaking, the aura on his body soared wildly. The Primordial Disintegration and Blood Transformation into Demon techniques were superimposed, and a demonic form towered behind him, roaring and shaking mountains and rivers!

"Superimposing two forbidden techniques, is he fighting desperately?" When those powerhouses saw this scene, a sneer appeared in their eyes. "Unfortunately, even if you superimpose two forbidden techniques today, it's not enough in front of us. Suppressing you is just a snap of our fingers!"

After speaking, a powerhouse at the peak of the Extreme Heavenly Realm stretched out his palm, covering the sky, and pressed down with a rumbling sound.

Keng!

Roar!

The sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls shook the capital of Valenbar.

The Primordial Avatar waved his fist upwards, attacking the sky, and the True Dragon and Fierce Tiger attacked upwards with his fist imprint, colliding head-on with the Extreme Heavenly Realm peak powerhouse.

In the midst of the loud noise, the Dragon-Tiger Fist imprint shattered, and the large handprint was shaken open, the energy dissipating and sweeping in all directions.

The people in the audience were terrified.

Jun Wuxie, the founder of the Immortal Execution Dynasty, is famous throughout the star-sky for his ferocity. Seeing him today, he is indeed incredibly fierce.

A young supreme being, who has only cultivated for a few years, at the age of twenty-something, can actually fight head-on with a powerhouse at the peak of the Extreme Heavenly Realm. This is too terrifying, simply unbelievable!

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

… …

In the audience, countless nobles and wealthy merchants revealed resentment and hatred in their eyes, shouting loudly, wanting those powerhouses to kill Jun Wuxie.

It was this person who disguised himself as Ji Beilan, causing them to lose this gladiatorial betting and suffer heavy losses.

The sounds of killing shook the heavens and the earth, and the momentum was vast.

Rumble!

Those powerhouses naturally wouldn't stop. The large handprint was shaken open, and immediately other powerhouses' large handprints suppressed down again.

The Primordial Avatar used the Seven Killing Fists, constantly bombarding the sky, resisting the suppression of those powerhouses' palms, and blasting through one large handprint after another in the high sky.

"Stubborn resistance, how sad and lamentable."

Cang Ming came to the side of the powerhouse from the Heavenly Law Dao Earth named Fu Bo, watching Jun Wuxie struggling to resist in the arena's barrier, and said with a sneer.

"Stop teasing him, it's a waste of time."

Cang Ming issued an order to the powerhouses of the Four Sects of Heavenly Law.

Immediately, more than a dozen powerhouses above the peak of the Extreme Heavenly Realm took action one after another, all using their palms to suppress down.

Their large handprints covered the sky and the sun, almost overlapping and pressing down.

The Primordial Avatar used the Seven Killing Fists to counterattack, shattering one handprint. The second handprint then pressed down, blasting through the second one, and the third palm pressed down.

In this way, the position of those palms and the ground became closer and closer.

Rumble!

In the end, six large handprints overlapped, stopping at a height of only a hundred meters from the ground, and the vast Extreme Heavenly Realm true energy impacted down like a galaxy.

The Primordial Avatar held up the sky with both hands, condensing a blood energy shield to forcibly withstand it, but his body gradually bent, and his legs trembled.

"Alas…" Cang Ming let out a long sigh. He looked down at Jun Wuxie, who was being suppressed, and sighed, "The founder of the Immortal Execution Dynasty, Jun God? What an outstanding and talented genius, but today he is going to be buried here. Do you think it's a pity? Since ancient times, those who oppose my Heavenly Law Dao Earth have never survived. Do you think you can be an exception? Come on, tell me your current mood and feelings. I would really like to hear what a dying person would say."

The Primordial Avatar ignored Cang Ming.

At the same time, Jun Wuxie, hidden in the void, was constantly spreading out his powerful divine sense, searching for the target he wanted to find.

The black hand pushing behind the scenes, the purple-clothed youth, had not appeared.

But he didn't believe that the purple-clothed youth hadn't come to Valenbar.

That person had painstakingly set up this trap, and now that it was time to close the net, how could he not come to see it in person?

Such a fulfilling scene should be the moment he was most looking forward to.

Many people who have extremely strong confidence in their minds have the same psychology, that is, they very much enjoy their masterpiece, almost having a persistent pursuit. He believed that the purple-clothed youth was also like this.

The range of his divine sense search gradually spread out from the arena, covering the surrounding buildings.

Suddenly, his divine sense "saw" an old man and a young man in front of a window in a high-rise building in the city.

It was a youth wearing purple clothes and a mask, and his eyes gave him a sense of familiarity. The direction of his gaze was obviously the arena.

Just as he was about to carefully observe the purple-clothed youth, at this moment, the old man beside him's eyes burst with cold light.

At the same time, a powerful soul fluctuation emanated out.

Jun Wuxie was shocked in his heart, and his divine sense quickly contracted, but the soul fluctuation chased after him, catching up with his divine sense midway.

In that instant, his brain buzzed, as if suffering the torment of ten thousand swords, the excruciating pain piercing his heart, his entire head feeling as if it was about to explode.

It was at this moment that he finally withdrew all of his divine sense back into his sea of consciousness, and quickly sealed it off, only then did that soul force retreat.

"That old man..."

Jun Wuxie was shocked. That old man's soul realm was too terrifying. If he hadn't sensed the danger and timely withdrawn his divine sense, his soul would have inevitably been damaged.

Even so, he still felt a tearing pain in his soul.

"It seems that he is the mastermind behind the scheme. There's a sense of familiarity. Seeing him today, it seems to coincide more and more with the person I've been guessing in my heart..."

Jun Wuxie already had a conclusion in his heart. Although he didn't see his facial features, and even because he was standing in front of the window, only his upper body was visible, that somewhat familiar feeling was unmistakable.

"Since the Xuan Yuan Mystic Realm, we've had no interaction. You've disappeared for such a long time that I almost forgot about you. I didn't expect you to be hiding in the dark, constantly watching me, using the people around me to lure me into this scheme. Very well, I'll settle this score with you slowly when I return to Emperor Beginning Star."

Jun Wuxie stopped thinking about the purple-clad youth. He had already confirmed the other party's identity. A monk can run, but the temple can't run with him. He had ways to deal with him.

At this moment, inside the arena, several large handprints were pressing down, and the Primal Chaos Avatar was pretending to be on the verge of collapse.

Cang Ming was high above, but received no response, and was very annoyed. He said, "Your bones are quite hard, but I wonder if your Immortal Execution Dynasty is as hard. Kill you, and we will join hands to go to Emperor Beginning Star and slaughter your dynasty. Imagine that scene, doesn't it make you feel excited?"

Seeing that the other party still ignored him, Cang Ming's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Give me more force, make him kneel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the runes on the large handprints of those powerhouses who were suppressing him flashed, rumbling as they crushed down.

The powerhouses of the other forces all stood with their hands behind their backs, watching this scene with cold smiles.

Today's smoothness was somewhat unexpected.

Mainly, they did not expect Jun Wuxie to be hiding inside the arena, placing himself in the confinement of the arena's barrier.

"Who are you telling to kneel? What kind of thing are you?"

A cold voice suddenly rang in Cang Ming's ears, causing his and Fu Bo's expressions to change drastically.

A golden fist mark blasted out from the void, the terrifying blood energy impacting Cang Ming's entire face, causing the muscles to sink deeply and his facial features to deform.

In the moment of crisis, a mysterious light burst out from between his eyebrows.

Boom!

The fist mark blasted on Cang Ming's face, blasting his entire head into a pulp, sending him flying out like a meteorite.

"Young Master!"

Fu Bo was shocked and angry, and saw a figure carrying golden blood energy streaking across the sky, chasing after his young master's flying body. He roared and blasted forward with his palm: "How dare you!"