488: Crushing of black jade

Two consecutive losses from the start, and such decisive defeats at that. The opponent's strength and strangeness far exceeded expectations.

A pessimistic atmosphere, like a frigid tide, flooded the Current Era Demon Clan camp.

The Ancient Imperial Prince swept his indifferent gaze across the opposing side, as if looking at a herd of lambs awaiting slaughter.

"Han Chuan," his voice was icy, devoid of any fluctuation, "Freeze them."

"Hiss—ROAR—!"

A sharp dragon's roar tore through the sky, carrying a bone-chilling cold that instantly swept across the entire Martial Arena!

From the Ancient Demon Court camp, a slender figure slowly swam out.

Human torso, serpent tail, its entire body covered in dark blue, profound ice-like scales, surrounded by a mist of ice crystals visible to the naked eye.

It was precisely the powerful expert of the Blackwater Flood Dragon Clan — Han Chuan!

His eyes were narrow and long, his pupils ice-blue. Wherever his gaze fell, it seemed capable of freezing Divine Souls.

A terrifying pressure, far deeper and closer to the Origin Law than Xi Kui's, spread out—the cultivation level of a Peak Saint Realm!

"Insects, who will become the soul eternally frozen beneath my ice?"

Han Chuan's voice was like the grinding of ten-thousand-year-old ice, carrying an aloof and detached arrogance.

A Peak Saint Realm? Could it be they would be directly beaten to three-zero?

Just at this moment, suffocatingly oppressive to the extreme...

"ROAR—!!!"

Vermilion-gold Qilin True Fire erupted violently. A scorching and majestic Bloodline pressure swept out, instantly dispersing part of the despairing atmosphere.

Mo Yu, eyes blazing crimson, took a step forward, staring fixedly at the Ancient Demon Court camp.

"This match, I will fight!"

"Qilin Son Mo Yu, requests battle!"

A flicker of anger at being provoked flashed in Han Chuan's ice-blue pupils. A mere Middle Stage Saint Realm, how dare he be so insolent before him?

"Overestimating your strength! Eternal Ice Seal!"

He formed hand seals. The dark blue scales covering his body shone brightly, and terrifying Extreme Cold Law erupted!

The Arena beneath his feet was instantly covered by ten-thousand-zhang profound ice. Even space itself froze. Countless waves of cold capable of freezing saintly souls transformed into nine ferocious ice dragons, roaring as they twisted and killed towards Mo Yu!

This was the Blackwater Flood Dragon's ultimate killing technique. He intended to eternally seal this Qilin along with its Bloodline glory!

However, facing this terrifying offensive capable of freezing a region of heaven and earth, Mo Yu did not dodge or evade!

The crimson in his eyes had already transformed into pure gold. An unparalleled majesty originating from the Primordial Ancestral Vein erupted like a slumbering volcano!

"ROAR—!!!"

A Qilin's roar, as if from the Primordial Chaos of antiquity, shook the Nine Heavens!

The vermilion-gold Qilin True Fire around Mo Yu was no longer just swirling; it was now completely burning, boiling!

Within those flames, faint traces of purple-gold divine radiance actually flowed, emitting a supreme Imperial Dao aura that transcended all demon clans!

Imperial Blood Boiling!

"Sky Incineration."

Mo Yu merely uttered two words calmly and took a step forward.

The nine roaring ice dragons, the moment they touched that purple-gold Imperial Dao True Fire, evaporated silently like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun!

They couldn't even offer a shred of resistance!

"What?!" The indifference and arrogance on Han Chuan's face instantly solidified, transforming into extreme horror!

His Extreme Cold Law, before that Imperial Dao True Fire, was actually as fragile as paper!

He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

Mo Yu's figure seemed to merge with the flames. In one step, he traversed the melted void and appeared before Han Chuan.

A Qilin claw entwined with purple-gold divine radiance pressed against Han Chuan's chest.

"No—!" Han Chuan only had time to let out a despairing roar.

The next moment, the dark blue scales covering his body shattered inch by inch. His entire chest instantly caved in as the terrifying Imperial Dao True Fire pierced through his body!

"Pfft..."

Han Chuan's massive flood dragon body, like a puppet with its strings cut, smoking, plummeted straight from the air and crashed heavily onto the Arena, devoid of all aura!

Instant kill!

A true, overwhelming instant kill!

The entire world fell into deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the figure on the Arena bathed in purple-gold divine fire, like an emperor descending upon the world.

Several breaths later, the Current Era Demon Clan camp erupted into deafening cheers. Despair was completely replaced by ecstatic joy.

Yuan Tiangang let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes filled with shock. Xiao Ruobai and the others also had subtle shifts in their gazes, full of approval.

The Ancient Demon Court camp, however, fell completely into stagnation.

The Ancient Imperial Prince's indifferent expression changed for the first time, his brows tightly furrowed, killing intent and doubt interweaving in his golden pupils.

"qilin imperial blood... Such pure blood actually still exists in the present era!"

The faces of the surrounding Ancient Demon Prodigies turned deathly pale. Their previous arrogance vanished without a trace, replaced only by unbelievable shock.

Most eye-catching were the three mysterious figures shrouded in mist.

The figures shrouded in mist leaned forward slightly, their auras actually fluctuating uncommonly.

One of them, his voice penetrating the mist, transmitted only among his companions: "Such pure Imperial Blood. Quite a worthy opponent."

Another mist-shrouded figure's aura was obscure and unfathomable, clearly also having taken an interest in Mo Yu.

This subtle anomaly was precisely captured by the Divine Thought observing in secret, adding another layer of strangeness.

Not far away, on the branch of an ancient tree, the Little Black creature that had been curled up suddenly opened its eyes, idly sweeping its gaze towards the silent Bronze Ancient City in the sky, as if sensing something.

It stared for a moment, then slowly closed its eyes again, resuming its lazy, resting posture, as if the earlier eye-opening was merely a moment of distraction.

But an invisible strand of Divine Sense had already spread out like a spiderweb, not retracting in the slightest.

Only then did the Current Era Demon Clan's old demon saint break the stagnation with a grave voice, announcing: "Third match, Current Era Demon Clan, victory!"

Mo Yu's True Fire gradually receded, the Qilin mark on his body shimmered faintly, his imperial majesty not yet dissipated. His gaze swept coldly over the Ancient Demon Court, displaying utter dominance.

Soon, the fourth match began. Wang Xiaopang Qin Yuechen stepped onto the Arena to fight.

Facing the Wind Eagle Clan Prodigy dispatched by the Ancient Demon Court, Wang Xiaopang still wore his honest and simple expression, but the Talisman light at his fingertips was endless, strange and ever-changing.

The exquisite technique of forming Talismans in the Void Realm, combined with versatile Talisman combinations for both offense and defense. Sometimes he used Earthen Talismans to withstand impacts, other times Binding Spirit Talismans to lock down the enemy's form.

In an instant, he would launch a surprise attack with Composite Explosive Talismans, manipulating his opponent from start to finish.

Even though the Wind Eagle Clan Prodigy possessed swift movement techniques, he was always tightly restrained by the Talismans, ultimately forced into a humiliating surrender.

"Fourth match, Current Era Demon Clan, victory!"

As the announcement fell, the Current Era Demon Clan erupted into thunderous cheers. After four matches, the score was tied at two-two, the situation returning to a stalemate.

The atmosphere in the Ancient Demon Court camp grew even more oppressive. The Ancient Imperial Prince's face darkened as he waved his hand, sending out the next combatant.

Fifth match, the Golden Lion clan's Lion Kuang entered the fight.

Clad in golden armor, his mane burning like the blazing sun, his Golden Lion Bloodline erupted at full force, his attacks fierce and unmatched. Yet, he faced the Ancient Demon Court's Stone Demon Clan Prodigy.

His opponent possessed Innate stone skin, impervious to myriad techniques, and could even draw upon the power of the Primordial Stone Vein.

He stubbornly exhausted Lion Kuang's Qi and blood with pure defense, finally seizing the moment when his strength was spent to punch him off the Arena with one blow.

"Fifth match, Ancient Demon Court, victory!"

Sixth match, the Black Tortoise Clan's Wu Xuan took the stage.

Earth-element spiritual light swirled around him, his defense steady and heavy. He originally intended to wear down his opponent by defending and waiting for an opening, but unexpectedly encountered the Ancient Demon Court's Poison Scorpion Clan Prodigy.

His opponent's Poison Law was strange and cunning, actually capable of penetrating earth-element spiritual power, slowly and insidiously eroding Wu Xuan's Meridians and Divine Soul.

Although Wu Xuan resisted desperately, he ultimately staggered and surrendered due to his injured Divine Soul.

"Sixth match, Ancient Demon Court, victory!"

The icy voice echoed over the deathly silent Martial Arena like a final verdict, also landing heavily on the hearts of every Current Era Demon Clan supporter.

Four to two.

This score was like a red-hot branding iron, searing Yuan Tiangang's chest.

His fists clenched tightly within his sleeves, the veins on the back of his hands bulging like coiling dragons.

A mouthful of turbid breath carrying the taste of blood was forcibly suppressed in his throat and swallowed back down.

Lost. Lost again.

Two consecutive losses at the start. Mo Yu and Wang Xiaopang pulled back two victories, a glimmer of dawn seeming to appear.

In the blink of an eye, Lion Kuang and Wu Xuan fell one after another before that unfathomable ancient foundation.

After six matches, the opponent already held four victories. They were only two wins away from the victory condition of winning more than half the matches.

His gaze slowly swept over the four remaining individuals by his side.

The Grey Eagle Clan's Cang You. His aura was still sharp, but Yuan Tiangang could see that after witnessing the Stone Demon Clan's absolute defense and the Poison Scorpion Clan's strange Law, this Prodigy renowned for his speed...

Had a look of gravity and a trace of imperceptible wavering in his eyes.

It would be difficult for him to claim certain victory against any of the opponents.

And all true hope rested on the other three: Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi.

Even knowing their formidable combat strength, a crack couldn't help but form in his heart before those four figures on the opposite side, who were like abysses.