The road is vague

Chapter 382 Leaving the City
The ten new gladiators have been chosen.

Li Mo, dressed in the flamboyant attire of the Thunder Punisher of the Fearless Arena, stepped onto the arena alongside other War God Gladiators to greet the cheers of the audience.

Each person here has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of tens of thousands of Dragonman spectators by the gladiatorial arena and their sponsors who have spent a lot of resources. So even if these spectators cannot watch the battle for the Holy Son, they can still get a sense of the new generation of Holy Sons’ strength just by looking at their battle record.

To Li Mo's left was Bloodfang War Tiger from the Bloodhowl Arena, who was still the center of attention.

It was he who killed the Blood Killer General of the Fearless Arena.

"You kill one human, and another one comes. You humans are truly inexhaustible, hmph!"

The Bloodfang War Tiger showed no outward change, but its voice reached Li Mo's ears.

Li Mo showed no change in expression and continued to wave enthusiastically to the audience.

"You seem to have a great prejudice against our human race?"

"This is not prejudice, it's hatred."

A fierce glint appeared on Bloodfang War Tiger's face.

“A thousand years ago, if it weren’t for your human race interfering, there wouldn’t have been the later struggle for the Dao in the Wasteland. Our tiger-people race was almost wiped out. The world is so vast, yet there was no place for us to go.”

Upon hearing this, Li Mo couldn't help but feel slightly surprised.

However, he did not know the detailed history of the Wasteland a thousand years ago. He only knew that the internal strife among the Hundred Clans of the Misty Lands led to the decline of many powerful tribes and the extinction of many weak tribes.

Judging from what the other side said, it seems that the human race was secretly interfering and meddling in this war.

Now, as his realm continues to improve and his vision broadens, he can vaguely sense the power disparity between the Central Continent and the Lost Continent.

The human race occupies the core area of ​​the Central Continent and has established more than a hundred countries of varying sizes. If the entire human race is included, even a conservative estimate would suggest that there are at least several hundred Nascent Soul stage cultivators, as well as three top-tier late-stage Divine Transformation stage experts, giving them absolute dominance over the surrounding forces.

The myriad races of the Eastern Wasteland of the Middle-earth Continent, who have always been at a disadvantage against the human race, have been able to launch an offensive against the Longevity Dynasty of the Lost Continent.

Meanwhile, the Lost Continent also has two major forces under its command: the demon beast gods and the dragons, who occupy many surrounding islands to resist the forces of the outer gods.

Based on this calculation...

The overall strength of the Wansui Dynasty may be stronger than one or two major human powers, but it is definitely not a match for the entire human race. Although the major human powers are constantly fighting, it has never caused serious consequences and has maintained its basic foundation.

However, as time goes by, the order of the world in the Mountain and Sea Realm is constantly changing, and it is completely merging the human race and the ethereal race. But neither the human race nor the ethereal race can benefit from it.

On the contrary, monsters that combine the characteristics of both will be more adapted to the new era.

Therefore, humanity must reunify, attempt to rewrite the order of heaven and earth, and stop natural evolution.

Having grasped these grand trends of the world, Li Mo's state of mind steadily improved. Indeed, traveling ten thousand miles and reading ten thousand books far surpasses the results of a hundred years of solitary cultivation.

A few hours later.

Ultimately, the Temple of the Year could not withstand the immense pressure and was forced to announce that the battle for the Holy Son would proceed as scheduled.

"Wow..."

The crowd cheered enthusiastically.

Li Mo also breathed a sigh of relief.

The thing that he had been struck by lightning over thirty times made him feel an imminent crisis, as if once it fully adapted, it would inevitably cause a major disaster.

Moreover, the withered evil god grass transformed from the true demon's clone also urgently needs to be nourished with high-purity essence blood.

By nourishing the body with essence and blood, it serves two purposes: firstly, to restore vitality, and secondly, to maintain balance and prevent the dominance of evil plants.

Think of this.

A fierce glint gradually appeared in Li Mo's eyes.

In the decades he has wandered the Lost Continent, he has gained a preliminary grasp of the Dual Chaos Thunder Dao and integrated it into the order of heaven and earth here. He can leverage a trace of the power of heaven and earth to a certain extent, which can be called enlightenment. Even when facing Nascent Soul stage cultivators, he has the strength to briefly contend with them.

From then on, all those who participated in the battle for the Holy Son, whether they were gladiators of the God of War or carefully selected contenders from various tribes, possessed abundant vital energy.

Using this to water the withered evil god grass on Misty Peak will surely allow the true demon clone to recover quickly!
With the help of the true demon clone, he will be able to better protect himself no matter what dangers he encounters.

As for the various problems that arise from this, he naturally doesn't need to worry about them anymore once he leaves the Misty Continent.

However, there is another matter that he needs to deal with.

Before heading to Mount Ares, Li Mo quickly went to the rest room and summoned Xiao Zhi.

“Master Dai, Little Zhi, now that things have come to this, I have no better way to get you out of here. I can only share my secret with you.”

There was no one else in the room. The old man conjured a phantom image and looked at Li Mo.

"Are you finally willing to tell me, old man?"

"Squeak?"

Li Mo didn't say much. He gently swept his right hand in front of him, and a black crack appeared, revealing a glimmer of miracles, hope, and dreams, as well as a twisted, evil, and brutal aura.

Compared to the bewildered and dazed mouse, the Divine Grass Doll was incredibly excited. "Just as I thought!"

Without saying a word, he signaled the money-stealing rat to go inside quickly. After the two figures disappeared, Li Mo threw the "Dark Thunder Heavenly Book" inside as well, and then casually closed the Misty Box.

As his cultivation level continued to improve, so did his control over the Misty Box.

At this moment, the flying vehicles of the War God Gladiator Arena were ready. Without any worries, Li Mo immediately boarded the flying vehicle and headed to the south gate of Xinian City with the other War God Gladiators. Clergy members had been waiting there for a long time.

A blind priest walked past the crowd.

Li Mo was a little nervous, but fortunately the other party didn't notice anything. They only paused briefly in front of the blazing dragon, rolling their white eyes and frowning.

"May I ask what your true form was before you transformed into a dragon?"

Upon hearing this, the Fiery Dragon revealed an arrogant expression.

"Dragon Man!"

Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise. Although dragon people could also cultivate the Daoist tradition of the Hundred Scales, since they began to worship the God of Year, fewer and fewer dragon people were willing to do so.

The priest nodded to the other clergy members stationed there.

"Let go."

A moment later, some of the thousands of pillars of light in the city gradually dimmed, indicating that the great formation had changed from a fully enclosed state to a semi-enclosed state.

However, at that moment, several figures suddenly rose into the air nearby. Among them was a terrifying Nascent Soul cultivator with an unknown secret identity. He also transformed into a streak of blood light and used the Blood Escape Technique to rush out of the city.

The guards cried out in alarm and unleashed a barrage of spiritual light at the group.

Those who fought desperately soon fell from the sky, dying from their injuries.

Only the Nascent Soul stage spiritual pressure that unleashed the Blood Escape Technique dodged left and right in the air, withstanding several attacks and almost flying out of the city wall area.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the void.

It turned out that the hidden thousand-year-old bishop waved his scepter, and a blazing sun suddenly appeared in the sky, indiscriminately releasing light towards the place where the blood light was. The person who escaped the blood escape charged hundreds of feet under the light, and then gradually became ethereal and disappeared.

"So it was a vixen spy who came here through the Sun Palace."

The thousand-year-old bishop sighed softly; although there had been an unexpected gain, it was not his goal.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Li Mo's forehead.

Fortunately, he did not make any rash moves. There were definitely more people with sensitive identities in the city than just him. He didn't know if the Thousand-Faced Bird had escaped through the underground river with the Golden Turtle Master.

What he didn't notice was that the previously arrogant Fiery Dragon was now slightly stiff and filled with tension and unease.

It wasn't until long after the flying car had left Xinian City that Li Mo gradually came back to his senses.

The strength of that thousand-year-old archbishop was truly unfathomable; this was genuine divine magic. If the true demon avatar hadn't escaped back into the ethereal box in time, its fate would definitely not have been much better than that of the spy.

……

Mount Ares is covered with countless statues of gladiators and war gods from different eras.

The Blood Dragon Clan of the Ten Great Tribes, following the ethereal traditions of ancient times and maintaining reverence for the spirit, have had their carefully selected contenders for the Holy Son waiting here for a long time.

The Wansui Dynasty was also a theocratic state with a tribal alliance system. Each tribe had independent power, and there would be friction and conflict between them, which could even escalate into war. It was at this time that the authority of the Sui Temple would gradually emerge.

now.

The contenders for the Holy Son among the ten tribes have subtly formed three groups.

On one side is Jin Yi from the Chaoge tribe.

He crossed his arms, looking down arrogantly at the countless statues on Mount Ares, his blood-gold scales his signature feature.

As someone who cultivated the Blood Gold Body, the strongest body in the Blood Dragon Clan, Jin Yi's reputation soared.

After all, this was a special physique that was famous in the ancient Misty Realm. After cultivating it, he traversed many dangerous places in the Lost Continent and even discovered a flock of Thousand-Faced Birds in the Chaos Forest. He then led the tribal elders to capture one with great effort, intending to use it as a tribute for the Neon King's Spirit Transformation Ceremony.

On the other side were three people, led by Hua Ji of the Lei Li tribe, who all looked at Jin Yi with hostile eyes.

As one of the four royal clans of the Misty Clan, the Blood Dragon Clan possesses the extraordinary innate divine power of Absolute Spirit Divine Light, which can produce a great immunity to various spells. Except for a very few individuals with mutated talents, they all attach great importance to the tempering of their physique, regarding it as the foundation of their life.

However, the appearance of the Blood Gold Body rendered Hua Ji's proud physical tempering worthless. Even the chief of her tribe no longer had faith in her, which made her extremely angry. She vowed to seize the position of Holy Son and prove it to everyone.

The last side consists of other tribes vying for power, each with their own agendas.

Fortunately, the rules of the battle for the Holy Son are not just about force, but also about opportunity and luck.

In addition, with the city of Xinian under lockdown this year, they became the only Holy Son Challengers who did not watch the War God Gladiator Tournament. They knew nothing about the strength of the War God Gladiators, and luck seemed to become especially important.

(End of this chapter)