80: Section 80

"You brat, you're still being picky. It's good enough that you even have one."

Mo Peng wore a cheeky expression: "Big Brother must be exhausted. You get some rest, I'm heading out."

Xiao Bai felt one of his kun kun hurting a bit. It must have been from being too intense when he was with Yu Yan; a few barbs had gone limp. He would have to be a little careful for a while.

Many strange new faces had appeared in Misty Cloud City, and it wasn't just a large influx of the Yao Race.

Quite a few from the Demon Race and Ghost Race had also secretly infiltrated, causing the number of Demons and Monsters in Misty Cloud City to suddenly surge to a million.

They didn't care who would become the Royal Consort; the vast majority had come for the demon emperor fragment. After disappearing for ten thousand years, its reappearance was bound to have these Demons and Monsters flocking to it.

A crow perched on a tree branch outside the Yu Emperor's bedchamber. It carefully observed the situation, then quickly flew toward a crack in the window and slipped into the room.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Yu Emperor."

"Crow, you've finally arrived. What important news do you bring for me?"

The crow was specifically tasked with gathering intelligence for the Yu Emperor, managing an army of tens of thousands of crows that spread across every corner of the Yu Country.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, over the past two days, a large number of Demons and Monsters have poured into the city, all coming for the Demon Emperors Tomb fragment."

The Yu Emperor tossed a token to the crow: "By imperial authority, you and your subordinates are permitted to fly freely in Misty Cloud City. Monitor their movements at all times, but do not alert the enemy."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The Yu Emperor stuffed the fragment back into his mouth: "I hope I won't lose this time. Risk and reward are directly proportional."

As long as the holder of the other fragment was identified, the Yu Emperor would act decisively, regardless of whether or not they were the Royal Consort.

Before confirming, he didn't want to make too many enemies.

If both fragments were in hand, he could summon other factions holding fragments to reassemble the complete map and enter the Demon Emperors Tomb to divide the treasures within.

Two days later, the tense and exciting competition was set to begin again. Today was the final day, and the champion would be decided among the final four contestants; the ultimate winner would become the Peacock Princess's Royal Consort.

The entire Misty Cloud City was overcrowded, and the area around the competition grounds was packed wall-to-wall.

Not only were two additional referees added, but two commentators were specifically appointed to interpret today's exciting matches.

One of them was Mo Peng, paired with a wedding officiant from the Feather Race who had been in the business for hundreds of years.

"Welcome everyone to the competition venue. The next match is going to be impressive."

"In this year's matchmaking tournament, the strongest dark horse, contestant Bai Xiao, faces off against the Demon Race's Xiang Yuan. It's a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road."

"Does everyone remember the previous match? Contestant Bai Xiao, with the strength of a Level 3 Demon King, counter-killed a Level 7 Devil King. I don't think there's any suspense in this match."

Mo Peng continued to ramble, incessantly praising his Big Brother. His praise overflowed, and he used over a hundred idioms to compliment him.

The Feather Race officiant's ears were about to grow calluses from listening to it.

"Brother, you are so biased towards contestant Bai Xiao, is he a relative of yours? As commentators, we should be fair and impartial."

Mo Peng looked back at the cheering Demons and Monsters.

"Do you have a problem with that? My Big Brother Bai Xiao is just awesome. Over 99% of people bet on my Big Brother, so how could there be any suspense?"

"Everyone who bet on Bai Xiao, make some noise!"

"Woo-hoo!"

The scene erupted with deafening cheers and howls.

Mo Peng used his thumb to forcefully pick his earwax, looking at the Feather Race officiant sitting next to him with disdain.

"It's so noisy my ears are about to explode. My Big Brother relies on three things while out on the streets: being awesome, being loyal, and having many brothers."

"Fine, I won't argue with you."

"According to collected data, Xiang Yuan is actually the strongest contestant from the Demon Race this time. He is a Yao cultivator turned Demon cultivator, and the power he can unleash is stronger than Mo Wuliang's."

Mo Peng rolled his eyes: "Stop bragging, let's just look at the results."

The referee struck the gong, announcing the start of the match.

Xiang Yuan had a rugged appearance and stood over three meters tall. He didn't look like a member of the Demon Race at all; in fact, he looked very much like the Yao Race.

Xiao Bai stood opposite him, his mind highly tense. He dared not be careless or underestimate his opponent. He had only managed to defeat Mo Wuliang previously thanks to the decisive role played by the golden bowl in his hand.

"Mammoth Giant Elephant."

Xiang Yuan let out a furious roar and revealed his original form right from the start.

"I know your Cultivation Technique. If the Ninth Prince hadn't underestimated you, he would never have died by your hand."

"I advise you not to take out that golden bowl; it's useless against me."

Chapter 106: True Form of the White Snake

Guizuka glanced at the mysterious person in black, a bad premonition in his heart. He actually really wanted to face Xiao Bai.

He was 80% sure he could win. No matter how strange Xiao Bai's Cultivation Technique was, he was only a Level 3 Demon King, and his Cultivation Realm was clear for all to see.

With Guizuka's bizarre movement techniques, he could easily counter him. The mysterious person in black standing straight opposite him, whose face was completely invisible, made him shudder.

This mysterious person in black had never said a word. Even when facing the Yu Emperor's summons several times, he remained silent throughout, extremely aloof.

The arena began to shake violently, and those below could clearly feel the strong tremors.

A giant mammoth appeared on the arena, and Xiao Bai looked extremely small in front of it.

Roar!

The mammoth roared forcefully, and the gale spewed from its mouth nearly blew Xiao Bai off the arena.

Xiang Yuan sneered: "Still not revealing your original form?"

"If you want to provoke me with words, go back and practice for a few hundred more years."

Xiao Bai leaped into the air to dodge Xiang Yuan's gale attack. Relying on his extremely fast movement techniques, he wanted to use the golden bowl to deal with him.

Suddenly, he remembered that he could only use it once a month. He didn't know when he would be able to increase the usage frequency, but its power was truly undeniable.

It could quickly subdue a Level 7 Devil King, turning them into a puddle of blood, leaving no chance of survival.

"Trying to run? Gravity Suppression."

Xiang Yuan violently struck the ground with his thick legs. Golden energy waves spread in all directions, and golden light rays fell from above.

Xiao Bai couldn't Move at all in the air, his body being sucked back to the ground.

"This stupid elephant really has great strength; it can even restrict my flight."

Before Xiao Bai could react, a giant elephant leg stomped toward his head.

Mo Peng clenched his palms, his face full of anxiety: "Big Brother, hurry and dodge!"

The Yao behind him who had bet on Xiao Bai had their hearts in their throats. If he really lost, they would have to jump off a cliff and commit suicide.

A puff of white smoke dissipated from the elephant's leg, and a dark, massive mountain came hurtling toward this side from the sky.

Using the Mountain-Carrying Technique, Xiao Bai moved a nearly hundred-meter-tall stone mountain above the arena and pressed it down onto the mammoth.

Xiang Yuan tried to bear it hard, his four limbs slowly kneeling to the ground. In the end, he couldn't withstand the weight of the stone mountain and was crushed underneath it.

"If you want to avenge your master, this bit of strength is not enough."

Xiao Bai shouted loudly and spat out a ball of fire to roast Xiang Yuan. The long hair on the mammoth's body crackled, and the audience below could smell the scent of barbecue.

Mo Peng jumped up excitedly: "Everyone get your bowls ready, my Big Brother is treating you to braised elephant meat."

The gamblers below began to shout: "Bai Xiao!"

"Bai Xiao will win!"

Mo Peng kept urging the three referees on the sidelines: "Hey, what's wrong with you guys? Time is long past, why aren't you counting down?"

"Do you want to wait for Xiang Yuan to be crushed under the stone mountain for five hundred years before you start counting?"

The three referees exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and shouted together: "Ten..."

"Nine."

"Eight."

The Demons and Monsters watching at the scene joined in the shouting, including some of the Demon Race. They had no position to speak of; they only cared about profit.

When they counted to two, the stone mountain began to crack and split open. With a violent explosion, the stone mountain was blown into pieces like foam.

Like the Monkey King coming out of seclusion, Xiang Yuan sprang out from the rocks and soared into the sky.

He mocked Xiao Bai: "No matter how strange your Cultivation Technique is, you are still just a Level 3 Demon King; you simply cannot hurt me."

One side of Xiang Yuan's face had been burned to charcoal, but it didn't affect his posturing in the slightest.

"Power of Nine Elephants."

Nine mammoths appeared out of thin air around Xiao Bai, their long trunks constantly launching attacks at him. As Xiao Bai tried to escape, they would continuously stretch to attack.

The entire space above the arena was almost completely covered by elephant trunks, and the ground was filled with sharp tusks constantly jutting out, preventing Xiao Bai from turning into a wisp of smoke and drilling into the ground to avoid the attacks.

Xiang Yuan had done his homework carefully; he had countermeasures for the Moves Xiao Bai had displayed previously.

"Bai Xiao, today I will twist your head off to avenge the Ninth Prince."

While dodging the attacks, Xiao Bai drew the Crimson Flame Demon Blade and slashed continuously at the elephant trunks. Their regenerative ability was very strong; the more he slashed, the more they multiplied.

"What should I do? The arena is only this big. If things continue like this, I'll be thrown out sooner or later, and then I'll lose."

At this moment, Xiao Bai had flown to a height of over a hundred meters above the arena, and the nine thick elephant trunks were tracking him from below. If he were to be entangled, he would be in trouble.

With a loud boom, a White Python over fifty meters long appeared in the sky; Xiao Bai had revealed his original form.

It caused the audience below to panic: "Heavens, so that white-feathered bird is actually a Heaven-Swallowing Python."

The Yu Emperor was also very surprised. With his Cultivation, he hadn't even realized that Xiao Bai's original form was a python, always assuming he was a member of the Feather Race.

The mysterious person in black, who had been silent all along, suddenly blurted out: "Are you done pretending?"

Guizuka revealed a meaningful expression, his mood somewhat complicated. He had gained another strong opponent on his path to winning the championship, and even though Xiao Bai was only a snake demon at the Level 3 Demon King, he possessed many trump cards.

If he were allowed to have the same Realm, there would be no chance of winning in a battle against him.

Xiang Yuan laughed wildly: "Good, so it's a snake demon."

"Die, Violent Demon Blood."