530: Going to War

The last thirty seconds.

The voice of Jiang Shenyi finally came from the preparation room.

Everyone in the Super God Class clearly heard that name.

"First match, Lin Xianhuo!"

The moment her voice fell, Lin Xianhuo, with her golden hair hanging low, suddenly looked up.

At this moment, a dense Devilish Qi still flowed around her.

The power Drunkard gave her had not been fully digested yet.

But it was almost there; she was just one step away from Awakening.

At this moment, her eyes blazed like flames, and her steps were firm as she stepped onto the battlefield teleportation gate!

Outside.

The second hand of the countdown stopped, overlapping with the minute hand, while the hour hand pointed to the number 9.

"Dong!"

At this moment, everyone seemed to hear a crisp chime.

Everyone suddenly looked up.

All the spectators in the Human Race Land and the Alien Land were also staring intently at the screen in front of them.

In an instant.

Two beams of teleportation light shot out from the two warships, illuminating the far left and far right of the Shura Killing Field!

At this moment, spectators worldwide couldn't help but stand up abruptly.

Countless people watched the slowly dissipating light.

They wanted to see who the contestant enveloped in the light would be!

One second, two seconds, three seconds... the light gradually faded.

In the Human Race camp, a dazzling golden hair attracted everyone's attention.

At this moment, the truth was revealed.

Without a doubt.

Lin Xianhuo!

But no one relaxed; instead, they turned to look at the contestant from the Alien Race camp.

If Lilith were to appear, then the trouble would be huge!

At this moment, the opponent's light had also dissipated, and the figure of the Demon Clan clearly appeared in everyone's sight.

At this moment, all Human Race members breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll go..."

"Phew, that was close! As long as it's not Lilith!"

"But who is that ugly demon opposite? I've never seen him before?"

"He seems to be the current Young Lord of the Demon Clan, named Ghost Cold, a rising star, nothing to fear!"

Now, all the Human Race members finally relaxed, and smiles couldn't help but appear on their faces.

As long as it wasn't one of the T0s they knew, Lin Xianhuo had a chance of winning!

Meanwhile, in the Alien Land.

Arthas's face showed a gloomy expression.

The Demon Emperor beside him also frowned deeply.

"Damn luck," Arthas couldn't help but curse, seemingly in a very bad mood.

But the other contestants in the Demon King Group breathed a sigh of relief.

Only those in power wanted to play a game of trading lives, but none of these Prodigies wanted to die; for them, it was enough for the opponent not to be too strong.

If the opponent sent a weaker one this time, then they would encounter a stronger one next.

Lin Xianhuo was just right.

Only Lilith, sitting alone by the window, felt complex emotions.

She quietly gazed at that exquisite figure, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because Lin Xianhuo was truly beautiful, inspiring jealousy.

Or perhaps it was because she was the only suitable candidate to be Xiao Fan's wife.

In Lilith's heart, even if her strength was greater than Lin Xianhuo's, it wasn't something to be happy about.

Because in another aspect, she had lost completely, seemingly with no chance of ever turning the tables.

Everyone in the Demon King Group was focused on the Shura Killing Field, only Zeus, in the form of a small boy, glanced at Lilith out of the corner of his eye.

He couldn't help but think that emotion was truly a strange power; even his Origin Eye couldn't see through the word "love."

The once somewhat narcissistic and overbearing Lilith had now become quiet and preferred to sit alone in a corner.

She no longer braided her hair into intricate styles, but let it fall naturally over her shoulders, her eyebrows softened by three points, elegantly crossing her legs, and looking at the battlefield with composure, giving off a hint of mature womanly charm.

Truly... incomprehensible.

Zeus continued to look down at the Killing Field.

At this moment.

The battle had already begun.

There was no referee.

The moment the two stepped onto the battlefield, the battle automatically began.

But Ghost Cold and Lin Xianhuo were both scrutinizing each other, the biting killing intent around them failing to stir the slightest ripple in the hearts of these Prodigies.

Ghost Cold's eyes narrowed slightly.

He naturally knew the name Lin Xianhuo, but he hadn't expected her to look quite strong.

That silent Aura, those sharp and calm eyes, made people inexplicably wary, not daring to be careless.

But so what?

He wasn't here to fight Lin Xianhuo today.

He wanted to fight someone of Ying Zheng's caliber.

Because his Ghost Cold's Bloodline had completely Awakened, and he had devoured the Magic Element of several small cities, making the Flames of Deathly Silence within him extremely powerful.

He simply didn't believe that a mere Lin Xianhuo could pose any threat to him.

And there was only one thing he most wanted to obtain today.

Fear from all over the world!

He wanted everyone to know that he was the true Prodigy, and ranking him as T1 was simply an insult.

These people simply didn't know his strength!

Utterly foolish!

The more Ghost Cold thought about it, the angrier he became.

Because he remembered how he had clearly beaten Lilith down at the time.

Why did others still rank him below Lilith?

Just because Lilith had been famous for a long time? And he was just a rising star?

Ghost Cold's gaze swept across all the cameras in the arena, a cruel smile appearing on his face, then he extended three fingers towards the Human Race's drone, followed by a throat-slitting gesture.

The meaning was clear.

Three minutes.

Decapitate Lin Xianhuo!

But at this moment.

A terrifying heatwave swept towards his side, moving extremely fast.

Ghost Cold hurriedly turned his head, suddenly stretched out his hands, and fiercely slammed them down onto the Fire God Blade that was slashing upwards!

Magic Element was infused into his hands.

But because his movement was hurried and unprepared, in this strike, he was directly sent flying into the air by Lin Xianhuo.

First clash.

Ghost Cold immediately fell into a disadvantage, like a clown!

One second he was threatening and arrogant, the next he was directly cut and sent flying!

In the Human Race Land, in front of the large screen, everyone's laughter was deafening.

"Is this Ghost Cold an idiot, still showing off!?"

"Well done!"

And in the Shura Killing Field.

Ghost Cold, who had been sent flying into the air, was seething with rage.

He actually ambushed him!?

"You dead widow, I'll let you die a more satisfying death today!"

The moment his voice fell, the Flames of Deathly Silence suddenly erupted from his body, coiling around his entire being.

On the ground, Lin Xianhuo's pupils constricted.

Not because the Flames of Deathly Silence were incredibly powerful.

But because he had actually condensed the Flames of Deathly Silence into the form of Demon King Armor.

Black silk gauze wrapped around Ghost Cold's entire body. And he deliberately imitated Xiao Fan, revealing an infinitely arrogant smile.

He stared at Lin Xianhuo below with a sinister grin, saying, "Do I look like your dead, useless man?"

At this moment.

In the Human Race Land, the rage in everyone's eyes surged!

"Damn alien beasts!!"

"How dare he insult Xiao Yingjie!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"He's deliberately trying to provoke Lin Xianhuo, but... but who the hell can endure this!!"