74: Chapter 74 He seems angry

The wave of concessions in the Top 100 Tournament ended in a comical way that no one had expected.

When the presiding Elder announced with a strange expression that the final match would be between Li Changsheng of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty and the Saint of the Chaos Holy Land, the atmosphere in the entire Tianjiao City finally became real.

The reality was that this farcical Heavenly Pride Battle was finally reaching its end.

Everyone's gaze subconsciously shifted from Li Changsheng, who was still in the corner of the arena, focused on playing with mud and molding a small figure, to the other Prodigy.

The current Chaos Holy Son of the Chaos Holy Land!

He stood quietly at the very front of the contestant area, his figure tall and straight, his appearance outstanding, with wisps of grey Chaos Qi swirling around him, making his figure look blurry and mysterious.

From beginning to end, no matter how outrageous the farce on the arena was, he had never shown any emotion; his state of mind was calm and undisturbed by external disturbances.

He was the universally acknowledged top favorite to win this Heavenly Pride Battle.

He possessed the Chaos Body, and although it was not the one-of-a-kind Chaos Divine Demon Body like Li Xuan's, it was still enough to look down upon his peers, and he was considered the most likely to attain the Dao and become an Emperor in this era.

Now, everyone wanted to know one question.

Would he concede?

"Saint, this battle..."

On the viewing platform of the Chaos Holy Land, an Elder looked at the Saint below the arena with a grave expression and transmitted his voice:

"Prioritize the big picture, there is no need..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the Saint raising his hand.

The Chaos Holy Son did not turn his head, but just calmly looked at the huge arena, his voice flat and determined.

"If I do not fight, where will the face of the Chaos Holy Land be?"

"If I retreat, how can my Dao Heart reach Perfection?"

"This battle, I must fight. Not for victory or defeat, but for my Dao."

The Elder heard this and fell silent.

He looked at the Saint's back and finally sighed.

Yes, one can lose, but one cannot surrender without a fight.

This was the pride of the Chaos Holy Land.

In the eyes of the crowd, the Chaos Holy Son moved.

He took a step, and his figure flashed to one end of the Heaven-reaching Arena.

As soon as he appeared, an ancient and heavy Aura spread out.

The surrounding Spiritual Qi seemed to become viscous, and grey Chaos Qi surged behind him, with scenes changing unpredictably within it.

And at the other end of the arena.

Li Changsheng finally finished his masterpiece.

He used the "dust" scraped from the ten-thousand-year profound gold arena, mixed with Spiritual Liquid dropped by some unlucky Prodigy, and carefully molded a small figure about his own height.

The small figure had blurred facial features and disproportionate limbs, looking ugly yet cute, but Li Changsheng regarded it as a treasure.

Because it was molded according to the appearance of his Imperial Father in his memories.

He carefully held the mud figure in his palms, stood up, and was just about to show it to the pretty sister off the stage, when he discovered that someone else had appeared on the arena.

A brother who looked very difficult to deal with.

Li Changsheng tilted his head in confusion.

Is this person also going to concede to me?

The Chaos Holy Son looked at the little one in front of him, wearing a red bellyband, with a dirty little face, and holding a mud doll in his hands, and his expression became grave.

He could not feel any magic power fluctuations from Li Changsheng, not even a trace of a strong person's Aura.

He was just like an ordinary three-year-old child.

But the more this was the case, the more vigilant the Chaos Holy Son felt.

Saint King Kurong vomiting blood and Li Kuangtu's Dao Heart collapsing all proved that this child, while seemingly harmless, was actually extremely dangerous.

"Chaos Holy Land, please instruct the Great Xia Divine Dynasty."

The Chaos Holy Son bowed slightly to Li Changsheng, showing sufficient respect.

Then, his gaze sharpened, and he had no more hesitation.

"Hum—!"

A grey, cracked stone bead slowly rose from between his eyebrows.

This was the Chaos Holy Land's sect-guarding Emperor Weapon, a fragment of the chaos bead!

Although it was only a fragment, the Emperor's might stained upon it was enough to suppress Saints and crush mountains and rivers!

"Chaos Opens the Heavens!"

The Chaos Holy Son shouted, pouring all his magic power, and even the Origin power of his Chaos Body, into that Emperor Weapon fragment without reservation!

Boom!!!

The sky suddenly darkened.

Endless Chaos Qi surged wildly from the fragment, centering on the arena, evolving into a doomsday scene.

Earth, fire, water, and wind roared, the Laws of space were collapsing, and a chaotic world was being forcibly opened!

A ten-thousand-foot-tall Chaos Divine Demon phantom condensed behind him, with a burly figure and blurred facial features.

The Chaos Divine Demon phantom just stood there, and the pressure it emitted made the city-protecting formation above Tianjiao City emit a harsh humming sound!

On the viewing platform, many Cultivators with weaker cultivation fainted on the spot!

"So strong! Is this the true strength of the Chaos Holy Son?"

"This strike... is enough to insta-kill a Saint!"

"Too terrifying! This is the bearing of a Great Emperor!"

Many big figures present changed their expressions greatly.

On the arena, the Chaos Divine Demon raised its huge fist, carrying the power of destruction, and smashed it down fiercely towards Li Changsheng's direction!

This punch locked onto the entire arena space, with nowhere to hide!

The powerful force made the ten-thousand-year profound gold arena tremble violently.

And Li Changsheng, who was curiously examining his opponent, lost his footing due to the sudden violent vibration.

His little hands holding the "Imperial Father" mud figure shook violently.

The mud figure he regarded as a treasure slipped from his hands.

In the sky-roaring Chaos Qi, under the destructive fist light of the Divine Demon, that ugly-cute mud figure traced a parabola in the air.

Plop.

A crisp and subtle sound rang out on the arena.

This sound was very small, so small that it was almost completely drowned out by the roar of the Chaos Divine Demon.

But in Li Changsheng's world, this sound resounded in his mind.

He was stunned.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the "Imperial Father" that had shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of mud on the hard arena floor, and froze in place.

The noise of the outside world seemed to be cut off from him.

In his big eyes, that little bit of curiosity and confusion was rapidly fading.

Replacing it was grievance.

It was the purest, most direct grievance of having a beloved object destroyed.

His mouth puckered, and his eyes instantly turned red.

A tear slid down his dirty cheek and dripped onto that pile of mud.

He raised his head, and those teary eyes, for the first time, truly looked at the Chaos Holy Son who was exerting his full-strength strike with an overwhelming Aura.

Then, under the gaze of the entire audience.

This little one, who had always appeared bored and indifferent to everything around him since the beginning of the Heavenly Pride Battle, for the first time, showed real emotion.

He sniffled and, with a childish, tearful voice, shouted a sentence at the huge Chaos Divine Demon.

"You... pay for my mud figure!"