316: Uncle died

An hour later.

Li Luo was completely exhausted.

He was careless and was struck by the Stone Giant, sending him flying off the martial arts stage.

"Stone Giant wins!" the referee announced.

"You honor me," the Stone Giant said, cupping his hands in a bow to Li Luo.

This was the nature of the Yao Race; they revered the strong.

Although Li Luo lost, the Stone Giant knew that he had only gained an advantage due to the terrain.

Even under these circumstances, his body was still covered in cracks, like a rock that could shatter at any moment.

These were all caused by Li Luo's attacks.

If Li Luo had not been exhausted, he probably would not have lasted much longer, and then the ones who would have lost would have been the Yao Race.

"A loss is a loss, no need for more words," Li Luo said, standing up from the ground, quite unrestrained.

Immediately, he turned and returned to the Human Race's preparation area.

Looking at the solemn faces of the crowd, he cupped his hands to Moye Chen and said guiltily, "Holy Monarch, I have disappointed you."

Moye Chen did not blame him, "There's no need to be discouraged. The Stone Giant's defense is indeed astonishing; perhaps only Heaven can compare to him.

You've done very well to achieve this."

Although Moye Chen did not mean to blame him, the guilt in Li Luo's eyes remained undiminished.

He understood the responsibility he bore. After his loss, the score between the Human Race and the Yao Race became 1:2.

And the Empress's uncle and Zhao Tiezhu were most likely not opponents for the Yao Race.

Even if Su Xiaobai and Dongfang Qian Yue could win, Great Zhou would still lose with a score of 3:4.

Not only him, but the spectators in the stands also looked pessimistic, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

Trailing in score, and even the highly anticipated Hall Master Li Luo had fallen, this undoubtedly greatly reduced everyone's morale.

"Hmph! It's just a trailing score, watch as this King goes and takes that Yao Race's head!" the Empress's uncle angrily declared.

Before anyone could react, he stepped out, spear in hand.

"Yao Race, come and face your death!" he roared towards the Yao Race's preparation area, his Early Stage First Realm Qi suddenly emanating.

On the Human Race's side, everyone's faces changed dramatically.

"Imperial Uncle is too reckless. Although his strength is not weak, to say he has reached a top-tier level, he is still somewhat lacking!" the Empress said, her face anxious.

Moye Chen sighed, "At this point, the order of appearance no longer matters. Since that's the case, let him go."

Su Xiaobai also looked helpless; he couldn't use a Clone, otherwise, he could have cheated a bit.

At the same time, on the Yao Race's side.

Because they were leading in score and had even defeated Li Luo, who was hailed as the Human Race's strongest below the Second Realm, they were now overjoyed.

Hearing the Empress's uncle's provocation, they immediately showed disdain.

"Mouse, you will fight this round."

"They have lost two consecutive rounds and are now desperate to win one. Although that Human Race on the stage appears arrogant, he is actually under immense psychological pressure, which can easily lead to oversights."

"Make good use of this to win this match," the Goat Demon instructed, a glint of wisdom reflected in his white spectacles.

"Heh heh, understood," the Rat Demon said with a sinister smile.

Immediately, his figure flickered, appearing unpredictably in the center of the martial arts stage.

"Human Race, looking at your attire, you seem to be from the Great Zhou imperial family, no?" the Rat Demon asked with a smile.

"Hmph! This King's title is King Wu, and I am Your Majesty's uncle, remember that!" the uncle said solemnly, holding his long spear.

"So it's King Wu Your Highness, a pleasure to meet you," the Rat Demon bowed to him, smiling, "But King Wu Your Highness, do you know? Your Human Race has already lost two rounds."

"If you lose this round too, it will be match point. At that time, my Yao Race will lead by a score of 3:1, and then... you will be the sinner."

The Rat Demon's voice seemed to contain a penetrating power, creating immense psychological pressure.

A hint of worry flashed in the uncle's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Hmph! What a cunning Yao Race, attempting to disturb this King's Dao Heart, take this spear!"

The uncle was a man of few words and fierce action. He raised his long spear and thrust it directly at the Rat Demon!

"Hahaha! Dark Rat Swarm!"

The Rat Demon retreated, dodging the blow, then his body suddenly dispersed, transforming into countless black rats that surged towards the uncle.

"Hmph! Petty tricks, daring to show off before an expert!"

The uncle snorted coldly, then formed hand seals, and a majestic golden bell enveloped him.

Clang!!!

A grand, resonant sound rang out.

The rats Pounce him were immediately sent flying.

But very quickly, more rats followed, one after another.

Soon, the golden bell shield was covered in disgusting rats, and the entire martial arts stage was submerged in a rat swarm, squirming blackly, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.

On the Yao Race's side, the Cat Demon Girl watched this scene, her mouth watering.

"He looks so delicious, practically endless..."

The Goat Demon rolled his eyes exasperatedly, "Everyone is teammates now, control your nature a bit."

"And if you want to eat him, wait until you reach the Supreme Realm."

"Tch!" the Cat Demon Girl stuck out her tongue in defiance.

The scene returned to the martial arts stage.

The uncle was still struggling to hold on.

On the golden bell shield, the sound of rats gnawing continued incessantly.

He needed to constantly channel spiritual power into the golden bell shield to repair the breaches.

Although his spiritual power consumption was enormous, he believed that the Rat Demon, using this move, must be experiencing the same.

The two of them were now competing to see who would exhaust their power first!

But just then, around him, the Rat Demon's mocking voice rang out.

"Heh heh, are you a cowardly turtle? How can you, in such a state, claim to be of royal lineage?"

"If you lose this round, you will be Great Zhou's sinner!"

"The Human Race doesn't need a weakling like you!"

The Rat Demon's voice kept ringing, like wailing ghosts and howling wolves, eroding the uncle's will.

The uncle's pupils were bloodshot. He was already under immense pressure. Although he knew the Rat Demon was using a provocation tactic, his emotions still could not calm down.

"You're spouting nonsense!" he roared in anger.

Unbeknownst to him, it was this momentary emotional fluctuation that the Rat Demon exploited.

"Heh heh, found your weakness," a chilling, sinister laugh suddenly echoed from behind him.

In a section behind him, a few rats suddenly exerted force, biting through a gap.

Immediately, an endless swarm of rats poured in through this opening, surging towards him!

Crack!!!

The originally sturdy golden bell shield instantly shattered like glass.

One by one, black rats crawled onto the uncle's body, beginning to gnaw at his flesh and blood.

"Damn it! This King will fight you to the death!"

The uncle wielded his long spear, unleashing his Divine Ability, hoping to kill these rats.

But the rat swarm was endless, with no end in sight, killing one wave after another.

"Ah!!!"

The uncle's pained cry echoed on the stage, as the black rat swarm gradually submerged his body.

"No, if this continues, Imperial Uncle will die; we must stop this match!" the Empress stood up.

She immediately waved her hand, and a vast, mighty force surged towards the martial arts stage, clearly intending to stop the Rat Demon from continuing to devour the uncle.

But just then, a force no weaker than the Empress's struck, neutralizing her vast, mighty force.

"Heh heh, Great Zhou Empress, have you forgotten the rules of the grand competition?"

"Unless the person themselves admits defeat, faints, or dies, no one else may interfere in this match," Hongye Yao King said with a slight smirk.

"My Human Race concedes this match, release Imperial Uncle!"

But no sooner had she spoken than the uncle below lost his life force.

The black rat swarm retreated, re-condensing into the Rat Demon's human form.

And before him, only a skeletal frame remained.

Everything happened in an instant; it seemed no one had clearly seen what had just transpired.

"My apologies, it seems your concession was a bit late; he is already dead," Hongye Yao King said, feigning apology.

"Bastard!" the Empress gritted her silver teeth, the bones in her palms faintly cracking.

This was a provocation, a blatant provocation against the entire Great Zhou!

And the spectators in the stands, looking at the Yao Race now, besides hatred, a hint of fear had subtly emerged.

Aside from Ling Xiao's victory, two Human Race experts had been successively killed by the Yao Race in extremely cruel ways.

This group of Yao Race was not only powerful but also extremely bloodthirsty and cruel!