Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 1008 First Battle
Ye Xuan and the people from the Pang family sat cross-legged on one side of the valley, quietly closing their eyes to rest.

Although the Pang family is a royal family, they are on the edge of the royal family. A hundred years ago, the Saint King of the Pang family disappeared inexplicably and never returned, which led to the Pang family being ostracized and looked down upon by other royal families.

Half a day later.

When Ye Xuan was meditating on the cushion to concentrate his energy, a magnificent voice came from the sky.

"The Saint will start immediately."

Ye Xuan opened his eyes and stood up.

He looked around and saw some figures standing on a white jade platform about an acre in size behind the ten arenas.

The first two among them were men with inverted s-shaped eyebrows, wearing golden armor, and had an extremely powerful aura.

"Liang Zhange, a powerful Saint King who has reached great perfection! Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the Ministry of War!" Pang Yuxi looked at the man in golden armor and introduced him to Ye Xuan.

The other one was a beautiful woman wearing colorful clothes and with a nice figure. She also had an unpredictable aura.

Pang Yuxi said, "That woman should be a strong person from the Central Dynasty."

At this time, the beautiful woman with a good figure announced:

"Now, let me announce the rules of the competition."

Although the mysterious woman's voice was not loud, it echoed throughout the valley and every warrior could hear it clearly.

Everyone was quiet, looking at the platform from afar.

“In this competition, the preliminary round is a promotion and elimination system. The winners will advance to the next round, and the top 100 will be decided in this way.

Those who enter the top 100 will receive a certain amount of Yuanshi and various rewards, so we hope that all participants can go all out. In addition, during the competition, life and death are at your own risk. "

The beautiful woman said a few words, then stepped back and started chatting with several other strong men.

The participants in the valley immediately became agitated and began to draw lots and choose the arena.

……

"Commander Liang, I heard that your Ministry of War is full of talented people recently! I heard that in addition to Zhou Tianrui, you have a new disciple named Meng, whose combat power has reached the top three." On the jade stage, an old man with yellow eyebrows said meaningfully.

"No, Hall Master Chen, you are too kind. I heard that your Beibing Hall has a new disciple named Ye. He is also very talented and proficient in various ghost techniques. Besides, your nephew Chen Lie has also been famous for a long time. His attainments in magic array are unmatched. With the two of them here, I think Beibing Hall will shine in this competition." The man in golden armor smiled when he heard this and said slowly.

When the other strong men heard this, most of them just smiled and said nothing.

The beautiful woman pursed her lips and looked smiling.

These strong men naturally attach great importance to this competition. Not only will the top ten people in the competition receive numerous resources, but their forces will also be rewarded and receive a large amount of resources, which is crucial for the development of each branch in the next ten years.

If any disciple is lucky enough to win the championship, he will have no worries about resources in the next ten years.

Another point is that the first place winner will meet the Supreme Queen, who is almost a god-like existence!

These powerful Saint Kings have no chance to see the Queen!
"The ninth arena." Ye Xuan muttered to himself as he looked at Pang Xuan's name on the stone tablet in front of him.

Just at this moment, Pang Yuxi came over.

She looked a little solemn.

Ye Xuan had seen her name before, on the fifth arena, where there were several descendants of the imperial family.

"The competition is just a competition. If you encounter a strong enemy, just treat it as a rare combat experience." Ye Xuan said comfortingly.

Pang Yuxi gave a bitter smile and could only nod.

But after thinking about it, he said, "Thank you."

……

"Next match, number one hundred and fifty versus number thirty-six!"

After a cup of tea, more than ten fights were decided.

The realms of the people who came on stage to fight were mostly similar, and naturally most of them were in the perfect saint realm, but their true strengths varied greatly. Some saints who were too weak often did not have time to display their saintly skills. In an instant, they were chopped away by the opponent's weapons, either dead or injured, and the winner was decided.

Two saints from the Pang family also went up to fight, but what made Ye Xuan speechless was that when they saw their opponents' overwhelming momentum, they simply admitted defeat without even fighting.

Pang Ba was also embarrassed and was ridiculed and mocked by other royal family members.

Of course, there are also some saints with the same cultivation and similar strength, and it will take a while for them to decide the winner.

At this moment, Ye Xuan suddenly felt a gaze coming from behind him. He looked back and saw that it was the big man from the Zhao family who had mocked him before, Zhao Zang, who was striding towards him from the No. 8 ring next to him.

"Boy, if you have the guts, don't just admit defeat when you get on stage." Zhao Zang sneered.

Ye Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to this person. His expression changed and he turned around suddenly. He saw a fat young man in a black robe looking at him with a smile near the No. 8 arena.

This person's gaze was extremely solemn, which gave Ye Xuan a vague sense of oppression. He thought that he was no ordinary person, but he had never seen this person before, and this person was not on the list of powerful characters mentioned by Pang Ba.

"He is the son of the royal Ye family. Although the Ye family is very low-key in the Spirit Realm, it is a very mysterious family. The identities of some of the geniuses in the family are unknown." Pang Yuxi transmitted the message.

Yejia?

Ye Xuan suddenly remembered that he had a grudge against the Ye family when he was in the Northern Territory.

Zhao Zang was extremely furious when he saw Ye Xuan and Pang Yuxi ignoring him. When he was about to say something, the previous duel on the No. 8 stage next to him had already been decided, and both of them left the stage. At the same time, the cold voice of the Great Saint Deacon sounded:

"The next match is between number 41 and number 42."

Zhao Zang's face changed, and he immediately jumped onto the No. 8 ring with a few flashes.

He is No. 41 on the eighth stage.

The one facing him was a short young man with a pointed chin and monkey-like features, whose cultivation level was at the eighth level of the Holy Realm.

As a result, after just a few breaths, before the short young man could understand what was going on, Zhao Zang punched him out of the ring with a few distance punches, and he spurted blood from his mouth and fainted.

"Hmph, any Tom, Dick or Harry dares to participate in the Saint Competition. They don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is!" Zhao Zang said proudly, glancing at Ye Xuan as he spoke.

The warriors of Zhao family cheered and applauded!
Time passed little by little, and the battles proceeded in an orderly manner.

Cheers and sighs rang out one after another.

Those powerful characters who have extraordinary fighting abilities and have been favored by all parties often draw exclamations from the audience as soon as they come on stage.

Among them, the one named Zhou Tianrui caused waves of exclamations and admiration. He actually defeated another powerful royal figure who had reached the great perfection of the holy realm with just one finger.

Not long after, on the third fighting stage, a scarred woman in black also caused a burst of exclamations. In just two breaths, the scarred woman used her extremely mysterious and strange ghostly body skills to easily knock her opponent to the ground.

Ye Xuan didn't care about it. He still looked calm as he watched the fight on the ring and waited quietly.

He had already made up his mind about this Saint Competition. At the very least, he would get a place in the top three. Of course, if possible, getting first place would be even better.

Just as dusk was approaching, it was finally Ye Xuan's turn.

"The next match will be between number 721 Pang Xuan and number 1,000 Zhu Xiao."

Ye Xuan moved and flew lightly to the stage.

The restrictive light curtains on all sides enveloped the entire arena.

Opposite him, a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a handsome face, when he saw Ye Xuan coming on stage, he cupped his hands and said:

"My name is Zhu Xiao, please teach me something."

This is a being in the ninth level of the holy realm.

Seeing the other party smiling and polite, Ye Xuan was about to return the favor.

But at this moment, Zhu Xiao suddenly attacked. He shook his sleeves and a short sword with a misty yellow light flew out. In a flash, it was as fast as lightning, bringing up a sound of thunder, and attacked Ye Xuan.

"How... despicable!" the audience exclaimed.

Ye Xuan's eyes turned cold, blood mist rolled up from his body, and when he raised his hand, the blood mist condensed and turned into a blood-colored giant palm that whistled towards the golden electric arc dagger.

There was a "chi chi" sound in the air. The bloody giant palm and the electric arc were in a stalemate for a while.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan was speechless. The Pang family's blood-based skills were indeed far inferior to his own. He snorted coldly, and his figure turned into a blood-colored shadow and disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, with a "boom", the dagger arc and the bloody giant palm exploded in the void, and silver electric wires shot out in the smoke.

At this moment, a ghostly bloody figure appeared behind the gray-robed man, raised his hand and slapped him on the back, leaving a huge bloody handprint, silently and without any sign.

The gray-robed man had no time to react. The moment his protective holy light was hit by the bloody handprint, it was shattered. He let out a scream and flew thousands of feet away, falling outside the ring.

The dagger in the void lost its connection with its owner and fell to the stage with a bang.

It only took two breaths from the time Zhu Xiao released the dagger to the time he was knocked out of the ring by Ye Xuan's blow.

The people below the stage looked around in astonishment, some of them still dazed, the battle was over too quickly.

But the next moment, there was a burst of surprise:
"Oh my god! This Pang family disciple is so powerful!!"

"Is he really only at the sixth level of the Saint Realm?"

The warriors from the Zhao and Zheng families almost popped their eyes out.

(End of this chapter)