I'm the emperor from the start, and you want me to keep the three-year agreement?

“Alien scum! Let me test you!”

Just as Lin Ning was about to make a move, a man rushed onto the arena first.

Seeing the newcomer, there were exclamations from below the stage.

“Heavens, it’s actually Shangguan Lei from the Peerless Sword Sect!”

“Hasn't he been out of the public eye for five years? I thought he was dead. I didn't expect to meet him here today!”

“Five years ago, he was already a Mahayana stage cultivator. I wonder how strong he is now after five years!”

On the stage, Shangguan Lei held the Thundering Flash Sword in one hand and the Seven Kill Sword in the other, his long hair flowing.

He pointed at Yin Tingchu with the Thundering Flash Sword and sneered, “Alien scum, how dare you be so arrogant.”

“Today, I, representing the human race's swordsmen, will诛 kill you!”

Yin Tingchu sneered, “You are not the first to say such things to me.”

“Unfortunately, the previous ninety-nine people were all killed by me with one blow.”

“I hope your strength matches your arrogance.”

In the distance, on a tall building.

Two old men stared solemnly at the direction of the arena.

An elder from the Forging Pavilion said in a deep voice, “That Yin Tingchu's kill count is about to break a hundred. Is there really no one who can last two moves against him?”

Beside him, another old man shook his head and said, “Shangguan Lei has a strong talent. He was already at the Mahayana stage at the age of seventeen!”

“Presumably, he has been receiving personal guidance from the Peerless Sect Master during his five years of disappearance, right?”

Elder Xiao Feng paused and continued, “Even so, I still don't think he is a match for that Yin Tingchu.”

He stroked his beard and sighed, “Is the great era about to descend? Why has the Spirit Race, which disappeared for twenty thousand years, reappeared in the human world?”

Just as the two elders were talking, a fierce battle had already erupted on the stage.

Shangguan Lei stomped his right foot, like a charging lion pouncing on its prey. He flashed and instantly arrived in front of Yin Tingchu.

The Seven Kill Sword in his right hand drew an astonishing arc, and a sword light as high as three zhang burst out.

“I have already seen through your flaw. The technique you use has a casting time.”

Shangguan Lei said in a deep voice, “If I keep attacking and prevent you from casting, that move of yours will be useless!”

Things went in the direction Shangguan Lei guessed. As he continued to attack, Yin Tingchu kept retreating and blocking.

“You are quite clever, not giving me any openings.”

Yin Tingchu sneered, and a short blade appeared in his right hand at some point.

“Chī!”

Aiming at the gap when Shangguan Lei swung his sword, Yin Tingchu was quick-witted and struck with a single blade.

A dazzling flame flashed with the blade light. The short blade pierced Shangguan Lei's arm, and at the same time.

Zī zī zī!

The scorching flame first melted Shangguan Lei's clothes, and then it could even melt his flesh.

A section of white bone appeared on Shangguan Lei's right arm, which was shocking!

“What kind of sorcery is this? It's so powerful!”

Shangguan Lei's eyelids twitched wildly. The moment the opponent stabbed him, he circulated his technique, and spiritual energy gathered on his right hand, forming an invisible shield.

However, Yin Tingchu's flame instantly melted his shield, and finally melted a section of his arm!

“Two-Sword Style, Thundering Flash!”

Shangguan Lei shouted loudly, and the two swords kept spinning in his hands, bursting out a series of thunderous sounds. He took a step and passed by Yin Tingchu.

The power of thunder transformed from sword energy crackled on Yin Tingchu's body.

“There's hope!”

Below the stage, the spectators cheered for Shangguan Lei after seeing Yin Tingchu hit by the lightning sword energy.

“Shangguan Lei is getting braver and braver. If this continues, he may be able to kill that alien cultivator!”

“Shangguan Lei's strength should already be at the late stage of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, right?”

“As expected of a genius swordsman, his swordsmanship is superb! I didn't even see how he made his move just now!”

Listening to the cheers of the crowd, Shangguan Lei regained his familiar feeling, his blood boiling.

He turned around and attacked Yin Tingchu again.

“Hey, my clothes are a bit torn, how boring.” Yin Tingchu stood in place and sighed.

“Heh, pretending to be mysterious.” Shangguan Lei's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, “I want to see, without the support of that strange technique, what other methods do you have?”

Shangguan Lei repeated his old trick, wanting to use Thundering Flash again to consolidate his advantage.

However, Yin Tingchu no longer gave him a chance.

Just as the two swords were about to fall in front of Yin Tingchu, a powerful mental force suddenly burst out from Yin Tingchu's body.

Shangguan Lei's body froze, his eyes empty.

“Chī!”

The sharp short blade slashed across Shangguan Lei's head, and a head flew up and landed on the arena.

Fresh blood sprayed along the headless corpse.

Yin Tingchu kicked Shangguan Lei off the stage and wiped off the blood stains on his sleeves with a look of disgust.

“Is there anyone else?”

“Next!”

Below the stage, the audience looked at the headless corpse and took a step back.

“Died… died?”

“Demonic… demonic path! Yin Tingchu must have used the demonic path just now to interfere with Shangguan Lei's mind!”

On the stage, Yin Tingchu said expressionlessly, “Demonic path?”

“Heh, don't compare those ants to my Spirit Race.”

“The arena is for life and death. As long as I can win, what kind of technique can't I use?”

Yin Tingchu opened his arms, looking down at everyone with the posture of a victor, “If you have the guts, come up!”

Yin Tingchu was too arrogant, forcing out many disciples from hidden families.

Among the challengers who appeared later, there were many cultivators in the late stage of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, and even the peak stage!

However, they all fell under Yin Tingchu's feet.

“Come, let me show you the power of my Spirit Race!”

Facing the aggressive challengers, Yin Tingchu sneered.

He waited for the opponent to launch an attack, and just as the opponent was fighting at close quarters.

Yin Tingchu suddenly flashed to the side, and the challenger at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence realm missed.

The next moment.

Suddenly, a door appeared out of thin air, and the challenger who missed fell into the door summoned by Yin Tingchu.

By the time the opponent came out again, only a corpse remained!

More than a hundred people challenged and failed, and the haze of failure enveloped everyone's heads.

“What a powerful alien cultivator. He can kill a cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence realm when he is only at the early stage. If he becomes a Great Emperor in the future, can our human race still fight him?”

“Failed, all failed! Are we just going to watch that alien take away the White Tiger's Broken Mountain Bone?”

“Except for Shangguan Lei, no one else could last three moves. He is too strong, and it even makes me suspect that he deliberately played with Shangguan Lei just now.”

“The alien race's heart to destroy our human race will never die. If the Forging Pavilion vigorously cultivates him, Yin Tingchu will definitely be a white-eyed wolf in the future and will attack our human race!”

To fight in the arena, you need to register, and then check your bone age at the inspection office to prevent some old guys from using certain techniques to impersonate young people.

Lin Ning put on a bronze mask and took the little fox to register.

“Name.”

“Lei Ziyu.”

“What force are you from?”

“Loose cultivator.”

Responsible for registration and inspection were two young disciples from the Forging Pavilion.

After hearing the information Lin Ning said, they shook their heads mockingly.

As if to say.

Buddy, didn't you see that so many children of aristocratic families and geniuses of great sects died under Yin Tingchu's feet?

What are you, a nameless loose cultivator, doing here?

Aren't you afraid of death?

“Realm?”

“You only need to help me check my bone age, no need to ask about the rest.” Lin Ning was too lazy to pay attention.

If I say that I am at the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm, you won't believe it either.

A disciple sneered, used the technique taught by the elder to check Lin Ning's bone age, and waved his hand.

“Meets the age requirements, if you're in a hurry to be reincarnated, hurry up, there's no one on stage right now.”

Looking at Lin Ning's back, the two disciples whispered.

“Heh, really not afraid of death, a loose cultivator also came to join in the fun.”

“Tch, he actually told me not to ask too much just now, pretending to be mysterious, a forced guy.”

On the arena.

Yin Tingchu, who had not been challenged for ten minutes, stretched and said lazily:

“Is there no one else?”

“If so, why not just give me the White Tiger's Broken Mountain Bone.”

At this time, Lin Ning stepped forward.

“I'll do it.”