235: Chapter 234 Xia Jin's Persuasion to Surrender Leads to the Complete Defeat of the Alien Races!

Xia Jin took in the expressions of those few alien Prodigies.

"It seems my rhetoric has worked! That makes what follows much easier!" Xia Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.

No one noticed that at this moment, Xia Jin's lips moved almost imperceptibly.

A voice transmission silently entered the ears of those five alien Prodigies.

The five of them shuddered almost simultaneously.

Their pupils constricted slightly, and they subconsciously wanted to look in Xia Jin's direction, but they immediately forced themselves to look at Xia Jin, though the corners of their eyes quickly swept over the figure standing with hands behind his back.

Xia Jin's voice transmission was very brief.

But every word was crystal clear.

"Once you get on the battle stage later, just fake your death."

"I will coordinate with the Senior Brothers of our Temple, so that you die… a bit more realistically."

"In this way, you can save your lives and also evade the gaze of your two Elders."

"Whether you live or die, you must… weigh the options yourselves."

The moment the voice transmission ended, a complex look flashed in the eyes of the five alien Prodigies almost simultaneously.

There was astonishment, there was hesitation.

But more than that, there was a glimmer of light as if grasping at a straw.

They exchanged a quick glance, and then, almost at the same time, all five of them nodded slightly and almost imperceptibly.

"It seems they've been persuaded! Everything is proceeding according to my plan." Xia Jin's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Alright, let the remaining battles begin." The Second Hall Master's voice resonated throughout the arena, neither salty nor bland.

On the five battle stages, intense Battle Intent collided simultaneously.

Marquis Chu looked at his opponent, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Brother," Marquis Chu said directly via voice transmission, "Junior Brother Xia has already instructed me. Later, shall we put on a convincing act?"

The corner of the alien youth's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Marquis Chu with a complex expression.

To be honest, a moment ago, he never would have dreamed that he would one day "collude" with someone of the Human Race.

But at this moment, facing this proposal, he could not muster the slightest resistance in his heart.

After all, living was more important than anything else.

"Then… excuse me!"

Marquis Chu let out a loud shout, his figure shooting out, throwing a punch with spiritual light erupting, his Aura like a rainbow.

The alien youth also let out a roar, spiritual light surging on his body as he met the attack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fists and palms met, spiritual lights colliding.

The two fought back and forth, looking extremely intense, the explosive sounds resounding throughout the arena, air waves churning, and gravel flying.

Although the two's attacks were grandiose in momentum, the actual force landing on each other was far less terrifying than it appeared.

Marquis Chu punched the alien youth in the chest; the opponent groaned, retreated three steps, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The alien youth slashed his blade at Marquis Chu's shoulder; Marquis Chu's figure swayed, the ground beneath his feet cracked, but he endured it firmly.

Back and forth they went.

It was quite a lively scene.

On the second battle stage, another Temple Disciple and Yang Qingxuan were also locked in a fight.

Sword light crisscrossed, spiritual light intertwined, and the two figures constantly crossed paths on the stage, each collision erupting with a dull, booming sound.

Stage three, stage four, stage five…

Except for the battle stage where Xia Jin was, on the other five battle stages, ten figures were fighting in pairs, the battle so fierce it seemed to darken the sky and dim the sun.

Elder Wuhuan stared intently at these battle stages; perhaps due to the impact of Shi Zhu's recent death, he did not notice anything amiss.

Each of those alien Prodigies fought with all their might, and soon, wounds began to appear on their bodies, fresh blood splattering and dyeing their clothes red.

Their breaths began to become disordered, and their footsteps began to stagger.

Everything looked so real.

Fifty moves.

Eighty moves.

One hundred moves.

A full hundred moves passed.

On the first battle stage, Marquis Chu landed a heavy punch on the alien youth's chest; the alien youth spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

He struggled for a moment, seemingly wanting to crawl up.

But in the end, his eyes glazed over, his head lolled to the side, and he had no breath left.

"Good!!!" Marquis Chu roared toward the sky, his face full of wild laughter.

Stage two, stage four, stage five…

Almost at the same moment, the winners and losers were decided.

On the five battle stages, the five alien Prodigies all fell into pools of blood.

Some had their chests collapsed, some were covered in blood, and some lay on the ground twisted at strange angles.

Without exception, all had no breath left.

All of them… were "dead".

The whole arena fell into a brief silence once again.

Second Hall Master Zhan Tiangang narrowed his eyes slightly; his gaze slowly swept across the five battle stages, and finally, his line of sight rested on those five "corpses".

He did not speak.

But the corners of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

The expression looked like he was suppressing a laugh.

The Fifth Hall Master was much more direct.

He stroked his beard and looked wantonly at the two alien Elders.

"Hmm, five wins out of five. Not bad, not bad. Tell me, Elder Wuhuan, where is the confidence you had at the beginning? Where has it all gone now?"

"This time, your Prodigies have been completely wiped out. If you go back like this, I'm afraid the two of you won't be able to withstand the punishment you'll receive!!"

"You!!" Elder Wuhuan looked at the Fifth Hall Master with a gloomy face.

He swept a glance at the five "corpses" lying helter-skelter on the five battle stages, his whole body hunching over as if his spine had been pulled out.

Dead.

They were all dead.

The Young Lord was dead.

The five Prodigies brought along were also all dead, completely wiped out, not a single one left.

If he went back like this, once he returned to the clan, what awaited him would be far more terrifying than death.

And the black-armored old woman beside him was also ashen-faced at this moment, her whole person like a piece of dead wood, standing blankly on the spot, motionless.

"What should we do? Elder Wuhuan, if we go back like this, there is only a dead end for us!!"

After a long silence, the black-armored old woman beside him suddenly spoke, a strange flash of fear in her eyes.

"Let's leave this place first; we can't return to the clan for now!!" Elder Wuhuan gritted his teeth and nodded at her.