Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 539 Arena
Three days later, Black Dragon City.

Black Dragon City has been exceptionally lively these days, with magnificent buildings and lofts standing tall, and crowds of people surging on the dozens of feet wide old-fashioned roads. It is a prosperous and bustling city.

On this street, many middle-aged warriors with powerful auras can be seen in the crowd, with expressions that are both proud and expectant.

The purpose of their coming here is to recruit soldiers for the Moluo Sect. If they can rank among the top in the selection, they will have a better chance of becoming a martial artist of the Moluo Sect, which will undoubtedly be the best thing for them.

As one of the top sects in Zhongzhou, the Moluo Sect is recruiting outer disciples this time. Anyone who is under fifty years old and has reached the Martial King realm or above can participate. Of course, they must also undergo rigorous testing and selection.

At this time, in a huge martial arts arena in the west of Black Dragon City, it was crowded with people, noisy and noisy, and there were bursts of sounds of fighting and explosions.

Among the crowd somewhere in the huge martial arts arena, there was a young man in black clothes and an ordinary look, looking up at a high battle platform in front of him.

On the battlefield, two middle-aged martial kings with considerable strength were fighting each other. Although the battlefield was isolated by a formation, bursts of fighting roars could still be heard.

Next to the young man in black, there was a woman in a white dress with a white veil covering her face.

The woman had a graceful figure, and although her face was blocked, she still attracted the attention of many male cultivators around her. Anyone could tell from her bright eyes that this woman was definitely an extraordinary person.

That’s right, the young man in black and the woman in white dress are Ye Xuan and Xuan Yue.

Ye Xuan has already used the bone-changing technique to change his appearance. He has too many enemies in Zhongzhou, and the Mo Luo Sect is even looking for him. If he comes using his original appearance, it would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

The Blood Saint once gave him a jade talisman that could change his aura. Otherwise, he would not have been able to come here with just a simple disguise technique.

The jade talisman, which is just a small gadget to the Blood Saint, is of great use to Ye Xuan. With the jade talisman, it is possible that the Martial Emperor will not be able to find Ye Xuan's flaws without using relevant secret techniques.

At this time, there were ten competition arenas standing in the middle of the huge square. On each arena, there were two martial artists above the Martial King level fighting each other. Every exciting moment attracted cheers from many martial artists around.

Next to each battle platform, there is a huge crystal monument standing, on which it is clearly displayed how many numbers are fighting against how many numbers.

Ye Xuan has found his battle number. Number 507 versus number 700, on the eighth battle stage.

On the crystal tablet, there were also instructions on the relevant competition. It was very simple, "You will advance if you win ten games. You can be recruited by the Moluo Sect. As the Demon Sect, the Moluo Sect has set up an arena. Of course, life and death don't matter on the arena. You will fight to the death if you don't admit defeat!"

In the martial arts field, most of the warriors have reached the Martial King level. There are not many Martial Emperors under the age of fifty like Xuan Yue.

"There are five of them now. This Shangta's martial spirit is so weird. If Mu Hai loses again, I'm afraid he will have a great chance of advancing. It's so hateful. Why is this guy's soul attack so abnormal? He doesn't even make a move, and his opponent is dead!"

The crowd stared at the two motionless figures standing on the high battle stage and talked in surprise.

"This merchant tower's martial spirit specializes in attacking people's souls. It's impossible to defend against it!"

"The sixth level of spiritual power king is as strong as that of a martial king." A middle-aged man looked depressed. He was also one of Shangta's opponents. Although he was already at the peak of the seventh level of martial king, he had seen the strange spiritual power attacks of Shangta in the previous few matches. Even an eighth level martial king had his soul shattered and died. He had no idea how to resist Shangta's spiritual attacks.

"what……"

At this moment, with a shrill scream on the stage, Mu Hai jumped up high, blood spurting out of his mouth, and fell off the stage with blood all over his seven orifices. He fell heavily to the ground, motionless and completely dead!
‘Hi~~! ’

Everyone gasped and saw that Mu Hai's eyes were wide open, and it was obvious that he died with his eyes open.

"Hey, who else wants to fight with me!" Shang Ta is a short and rather ugly male cultivator.

After he came on stage, he kept his hands behind his back and did not move at all, but all his opponents were not spared and died with their souls broken!

Shang Ta stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a great master. At this moment, he enjoyed being the center of attention, being the focus, enjoying everyone's admiration, and feeling extremely honored.

He glanced at the crowd below, his eyes full of disdain, and said with a grin: "A bunch of trash, this spot belongs to me, Shang Tower. Those who don't want to die, come up to me, Shang Ye."

"Wow~~!"

As soon as Shang Ta finished speaking, the martial artists below were in an uproar.

"This guy is just as arrogant, vicious, and despicable as the rumors say. He killed all six challengers without even giving them a chance to admit defeat!"

The crowd secretly hated him, but they had to admit that although Shang Ta was hateful, he, the king of mental power, was indeed weird.

In fact, for martial artists who practice martial arts, they always look down on those who practice spiritual power. Although their souls are powerful, their bodies are extremely fragile and they are still mortal bodies!
No one knows whether it is natural or due to the cultivation of spiritual power, but Shang Ta's head is exceptionally large. With his short stature, he looks like a big-headed baby.

Above the Shang Tower, there was a small pitch-black banner spirit.

Soul-calling Banner! This is the name of Shangta's small banner martial spirit, which belongs to the top level of earth-level martial spirit.

Shang Ta went down the stage to take a short rest, and then two more martial kings came up to the battle stage.

It is a man and a woman.

The man had a grim expression, was wearing black armor, and held a black spear in his hand. With every step he took, the battle platform seemed to sway slightly, like a ferocious war beast.

His entire body exudes the powerful aura of a Martial King at the ninth level of the peak.

Seeing the tall man in black armor, the crowd was shocked. He was obviously a top master below the Martial Emperor level.

Even Shang Zhan frowned, a solemn look appearing on his face.

The young woman on the stage turned pale. She only had the sixth-level martial king cultivation, and the pressure from the man in black armor was as huge as a mountain.

"You are no match for me, so just admit defeat and step down." The man in black armor said coldly.

The woman frowned, but took out her life weapon, a green sword.

“Now that I’m on stage, how can I retreat without giving it a try?” The woman casually waved the sword in her hand, and a faint green sword energy emanated, and some green color actually grew on the battlefield.

"Okay! Remember, the one who defeated you is called Rong Kun!"

(End of this chapter)