370: Chapter 370 Demon Descendant Appears, Mystic Immortal Presides Over the Scene

Yet Yang Jian refused to give up. He bit the tip of his tongue, squeezing out every last shred of spiritual power, and frantically poured it into the Qilin. The demonic body shook violently, its ferocious aura surged once more. Its four hooves stamped the air as it madly tore at the barrier walls, seeming intent on shattering them to pieces!

However, the Nine Secrets Grand Formation was intricately woven with the principles of Heaven and Earth's rotation and the mutual support of Yin and Yang. No matter how violently it charged and rammed, the formation patterns remained as stable as a mountain, completely unscathed.

"Yang Jian, you've exhausted your tricks. If you keep fighting, only a broken body will remain."

Jiang Chen's voice was like a cold, deep pool, utterly calm and unruffled.

"Jiang Chen... I understand now. Bai Yujing lost for good reason. On the surface, you're only at the mid-stage True Immortal realm, but in reality, your combat power has long surpassed even the Mystic Immortal level! My skills are inferior to yours; I have nothing to refute. But behind me stands the line of ancestors from the Myriad Beast Sect. If I were to lower my head without fighting to my last breath, would that not disgrace my sect?"

Yang Jian's voice was hoarse, yet each word rang with iron resolve. Before his words even faded, he took another Frenzy Demon Pill from his sleeve and swallowed it once more!

BOOM——!

The black Qilin threw its head back and roared to the heavens, spewing a cluster of demonic fire thick as ink from its maw, blazing yet chillingly cold. In an instant, it burned a gaping hole through the Nine Secrets Grand Formation, causing the golden light to shatter inch by inch!

The arena below immediately erupted into a clamor.

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"Madness! Utter madness! Swallowing two Frenzy Demon Pills in a row, he's slashed two thousand years from his lifespan, and his realm has directly dropped by two major stages—he'll likely never even touch the threshold of the Mystic Immortal realm again!"

"He's a man personally singled out for cultivation by the Descendants of the Demon Race. If he can't defeat Jiang Chen, do you think they'll leave the Myriad Beast Sect a way to survive? He's staking his life on the gambling table, determined to win!"

"But Jiang Chen is unfathomably deep. To this point, he hasn't shown a single drop of sweat, hasn't gasped for breath, hasn't even changed his technique... No matter how desperately Yang Jian fights, he's merely a trapped beast in a cage, pointlessly draining his vitality."

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"It all depends on whether he has a third trump card hidden. If he does, there might still be a sliver of a chance."

At this moment, seeing Yang Jian once again burning his life force in a desperate struggle, a trace of coldness finally appeared in Jiang Chen's eyes. He sighed lightly: "Relying on external power to show your ferocity means you will never surpass me by half a step in this lifetime. Today's outcome is already decided without a doubt—it's time to stop."

Before his words faded, dense black light suddenly erupted from his entire body. From within the light, thousands of flying swords howled forth. Their blades tore through the air, their killing intent condensed into substance, pouring down like a torrential rain, aimed directly at Yang Jian!

The speed of the swords was as swift as a thunderclap, sealing off all escape routes in an instant. Yang Jian mustered all his strength, sweeping his fists and palms to shatter large swathes of the flying swords. But as soon as the broken blades scattered, they buzzed back to life within the black light, their numbers exploding and their power even greater!

As one side waned and the other waxed, within just a few breaths, Yang Jian could no longer hold his ground. He was sent flying by a fierce sword light, plummeting straight out of the arena.

The moment he landed, he choked out a mouthful of thick blood, his face as pale as gold paper, his aura weak and unstable—yet his mind was crystal clear: If Jiang Chen hadn't shown mercy, he would have already been pierced by ten thousand blades. How could he still be breathing and speaking?

"Lord Jiang Chen, thank you for sparing my life." Yang Jian clasped his hands and bowed his head, his tone sincere, without a trace of reluctance.

Jiang Chen merely gave a slight nod, then summoned Nameless, signaling him to announce the verdict on his behalf.

"Esteemed seniors, sect masters, family heads, allow me to formally introduce—the champion of this martial competition, Lord Jiang Chen!" After stepping onto the stage, Nameless clearly stated Jiang Chen's identity, his battle achievements, and his demands, each word distinct and audible to all.

When the crowd heard that several of the ten major sects, including the Huangdao Sect and the Heavenly Fire Sect, had already submitted, and witnessed firsthand his thunderous methods of overwhelming all challengers, nearly half of the forces present immediately clasped their hands and declared: They were willing to pledge allegiance to Jiang Chen, aiding him in gathering the power of faith across Azure Blue Star. However, the other half remained unmoved, their expressions cold.

Nameless's gaze turned icy, his voice suddenly lowering: "Is there still someone hesitating? Do you truly not fear death?"

"Sect Master Nameless, you are somewhat too hasty."

The head of one of the Seven Great Families took a half-step forward, his voice like iron and stone: "Even if Jiang Chen is formidable, he is ultimately of the demon race's bloodline. And the Descendants of the Demon Race—are not to be trifled with. Let us first see clearly whether he can truly subdue Azure Blue Star, or if the demon race will prove superior, before deciding on allegiance."

Before his words faded, Jiang Chen's clear voice already rang out, shaking the surroundings: "Descendants of the Demon Race, no need to hide any longer! Come out and fight—whoever wins shall rule Azure Blue Star!"

"You misunderstand, sir." The Tiger Heavenly King and the Fox Heavenly King stepped out slowly from the crowd, flanked by dozens of demonic cultivators. Both had taken human form: the Tiger Heavenly King was burly and imposing, with a broad face and forehead, his physique seeming forged from iron; the Fox Heavenly King, however, had enchanting eyes and brows, skin like congealed fat, and every movement carried three parts charm and seven parts killing intent.

The two stood still as mountains, their demonic aura surging like a tide. The aura of mid-stage Mystic Immortals pressed down heavily upon the entire venue, causing even the air to seem to congeal slightly. All the mighty figures present held their breath, their hearts filled with awe.

Yet Jiang Chen didn't even lift an eyelid: "Submit to you? The demon race... is far from worthy."

"Young master, with your heaven-bestowed talent and unyielding pride, we naturally understand." The Fox Heavenly King covered her lips with a light laugh, her eyes shimmering, though the smile didn't reach their depths. "But a tall tree attracts the wind, and when the wind passes, it breaks—do you truly insist on clashing head-on with our demon race to the end?"

She was secretly astonished: The man before her was clearly only at the mid-stage True Immortal realm, a full minor realm lower than her, yet his divine light was contained within, unfathomably deep. He either possessed a supreme treasure or cultivated a lost ancient technique.

The Tiger Heavenly King also subtly tensed his shoulders and back, feeling that this man was like a deep, dark well—the more one looked, the more bottomless he seemed.

"More options are always better than hitting a dead end." The Tiger Heavenly King's voice was rough yet steady. "No need to pledge allegiance. Simply assist us in finding clues to the slumbering place of Donghuang Taiyi—once the matter is accomplished, a generous reward will be given without fail, and even an Innate Spirit Treasure might not be beyond parting with."

"To be frank with you both, I am also deeply curious about that Donghuang Taiyi who once ruled the Primordial Heavenly Court." Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile. "If he truly left traces on Azure Blue Star, I will naturally go and investigate. But running around searching for clues on your behalf? I must decline."

"So, you are determined to tear off all pretense of cordiality?" The Tiger Heavenly King's expression darkened abruptly, his voice like muffled thunder. "A final warning: Submit obediently, and there might still be a sliver of life; otherwise—everything you've gained today will be gone tomorrow!"

"Threatening me?" Jiang Chen's gaze sharpened, the coldness piercing to the bone. "Even if the clues fall into my hands, I won't hand over a single scrap to you. A mere demon race, daring to force me to submit?"

As the Zombie Ancestor, how could he tolerate such insolence from petty beings!

"Lord Jiang Chen, why get so angry?" The Fox Heavenly King's smile faded slightly, yet her tone grew even colder. "We are still willing to treat you as a friend. How about we set another wager—if you defeat the Tiger Heavenly King, Azure Blue Star is yours, and we will withdraw immediately. If you lose, then please leave this star and never return."

"Not a bad proposal." Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the two. "However—the Tiger Heavenly King alone is likely not enough to make it interesting. Why don't you both attack together. If you can truly defeat me, Azure Blue Star is yours for the taking, and I will personally dig out the clues for you."

Jiang Chen's gaze burned, his fighting spirit boiling.

Before his words faded, the Tiger Heavenly King and the Fox Heavenly King were both stunned, their brows suddenly knitting tightly. The surrounding crowd also held their breath, looking at each other—Jiang Chen was only at the mid-stage True Immortal realm, yet he wanted to challenge two mid-stage Mystic Immortal experts alone? It was clearly like an egg striking a rock, a moth flying into the flame.

Yet from his eyes, the Tiger Heavenly King and the Fox Heavenly King read undisguised contempt.

Raging flames ignited in their chests, their voices clashing like iron and stone: "Jiang Chen, these are your own words! Don't blame us for being ruthless when you're lying dead on the ground later."