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

鈥淲ho is this nobody? Never heard of him!鈥?,"鈥淧robably just a rogue cultivator, right? Looks like a pretty boy; his strength can't be much, but he's got guts, I'll give him that.鈥?,"Remember our website: 饾殱 饾暔 饾暅 饾晵 饾暉 . 饾晹 饾暊 饾暈

On the arena, gusts of wind blew.

Lin Ning stepped onto the platform, his gaze calm, his face handsome and refined. This unfamiliar face drew laughter from many.

The ones who challenged the arena before, weren't they all young cultivators with some fame in the Desolate Ancient Continent?

Weren't they all disciples of some sect or scions of some aristocratic family?

But this face of Lin Ning's, no one had ever heard of it.

鈥淟ei Ziyu? Such an unfamiliar name; is there some powerful Lei family?鈥?,"鈥淣ever heard of them. So many powerful geniuses have died; he probably wants to be reincarnated.鈥?,"A burly man with a scar on his face saw Lin Ning enter and slammed ten spirit-filled jades onto the ground with a 'thwack'.

鈥淚 bet ten high-grade spirit stones that this kid won't last a single round.鈥?,"鈥淗eh, I'll also bet ten spirit stones. Since he's so bold, I believe he can at least fight two rounds.鈥?,"鈥淐ome on, come on!鈥?,"Up in the high tower, the two elders of the Artifact Forging Pavilion looked puzzled.

鈥淲ho is this guy? Lei Ziyu? The name sounds familiar; I seem to have heard it somewhere.鈥?,"鈥淗eh, this time, the Artifact Forging Pavilion miscalculated, actually letting a foreign race cultivator dominate the arena for two days.

Is it possible that among the younger generation of our human race, there is really no one who can suppress this foreign race cultivator?鈥?The elder sighed heavily.

鈥淲hen that Yin Tingchu first took the stage, he said that he was only sent by the elders of his clan to gain experience, like cannon fodder. If even the cannon fodder is so powerful, how strong is that foreign race?鈥?,"鈥淎lthough we are investing in this Emperor Venerable Bone, according to Yin Tingchu's attitude, he may not be grateful in the future!鈥?,"The two elders felt a great headache.

Although they would make the other party swear by the Great Dao before obtaining the White Tiger Broken Mountain Bone.

But who knows if the old guys behind this foreign race cultivator, Yin Tingchu, might have some way to break this Great Dao oath.

The techniques Yin Tingchu displayed had already exceeded everyone's understanding. It wouldn't be strange if his race had a way to break it.

The Artifact Forging Pavilion's headache was that they had a big reputation, and the words had already been spoken.

Whoever can defend the arena for three days and swear an oath can receive a reward.

Many people in the Eastern Wilderness Continent were paying attention to this matter. Could they go back on their word?

Moreover, Yin Tingchu was so young but possessed such powerful strength, able to instantly kill cultivators at the late stage of the Tribulation Realm with his initial stage of the Tribulation Realm.

Would the power behind him be weak?

The Artifact Forging Pavilion had been established for so many years. Although they were a bit overbearing on weekdays, they only picked on the weak.

They were very polite to those strong people, handling interpersonal relationships properly.

There was no need to strain relations too much for the sake of this Emperor Venerable Bone.

Elder Xiao Feng of the Artifact Forging Pavilion stroked his beard, sighed, and slowly said, 鈥淚f Yin Tingchu finally obtains the Emperor Venerable Bone and joins our Artifact Forging Pavilion.鈥?,"鈥淲e can also be considered to have some connection with the family behind him, and the future rewards may not be small.鈥?,"Back on the arena.

Yin Tingchu lazily stretched, rubbed his eyes, and yawned as he looked at Lin Ning.

鈥淵ou're not like those people just now; won't you announce your family?鈥?,"Yin Tingchu said seriously, 鈥淭hat way, when you die, others can briefly remember you.鈥?,"Across from him, Lin Ning responded with a smile, 鈥淒ie?鈥?,"鈥淪orry, this martial artist is illiterate. I can't write the word you just said.鈥?,"鈥淕ood, since that's the case, today I will teach you!鈥?Yin Tingchu muttered a string of obscure incantations.

The next moment.

A gust of Yin wind blew from behind Lin Ning, ruffling his long hair.

A sinister blood-red hand emerged from the void, grabbing towards Lin Ning's head.

The moment the blood-red hand appeared, violent winds arose, and miserable wails echoed everywhere, as if a fierce ghost from the Netherworld had crawled out of the abyss, wanting to drag Lin Ning down.

鈥淧etty tricks.鈥?,"Lin Ning snorted coldly and flicked his finger. He had no sword in his hand, but a powerful sword qi burst out from his fingertip, forming a silver dragon.

The silver dragon opened its mouth and swallowed the blood-red hand in one bite.

鈥淒amn! I didn't expect this kid's magic to be so powerful!鈥?,"Below the stage, everyone felt the oppressive force emanating from the sword qi dragon, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

鈥淗ahaha, brother, you lost. It's already been a round; I'm going to win for sure!鈥?,"鈥淒on't be smug. I said he wouldn't last a round, which means it counts until the second round. Maybe he'll die of exhaustion later?

Maybe his spiritual energy will suddenly riot, and he'll suddenly die?鈥?,"鈥淒amn, are you just trying not to give me the spirit stones?鈥?,"On the arena, after his move was broken, Yin Tingchu revealed a satisfied smile, and a serious look finally appeared on his face.

鈥淚 didn't expect that someone from your human race would master such superb swordsmanship at this age.鈥?,"Yin Tingchu narrowed his eyes, carefully examining Lin Ning, and said in his heart, 鈥淪trange, why can't I see through this person's cultivation?鈥?,"Could it be that his cultivation is far above mine, reaching the Emperor Realm?

Yin Tingchu thought again, 鈥淣o, that's not right. Since this arena competition is organized by the Artifact Forging Pavilion, according to their arrogance, they wouldn't send someone to break the rules.鈥?,"鈥淗e must be under twenty-five years old.鈥?,"鈥淚f it were in our Spirit Race, there would be many young emperors, but these lowly humans would definitely not have such a talented young emperor.鈥?,"Thinking of this, Yin Tingchu calmed down and simultaneously formed hand seals with both hands, pointing his right hand to the sky and his left hand to the ground.

His hands moved up and down back and forth, finally pointing towards Lin Ning.

鈥淲hat kind of action is this?鈥?Lin Ning wondered in his heart.

Just as he was about to attack, the system's voice came from his mind.

銆怐etected that the host is fighting with a Spirit Race cultivator銆?,"銆怉nalyzing the Spirit Race銆?,"銆?.....銆?,"銆怌urrent analysis progress: 1%銆?,"銆怱uccessfully grasped the Spirit Race language (cursing beginner level, daily communication without obstacles)銆?,"Hearing the system's voice, Lin Ning was stunned.

Cursing beginner level?

What the hell?

You call this a preliminary grasp of a language?

Oh, it seems like there's nothing wrong with that.

After all, if you want to learn a language, the first thing you must learn is greetings.

鈥淪ystem, haven't I already obtained the World Inheritance? Why isn't there the Spirit Race language?鈥?Lin Ning asked in confusion.

The system replied:

銆怲he place where the Spirit Race is located is not the host's world銆?,"銆怚f the host wants to understand more secrets, he needs to have more contact with them銆?,"銆怬r, if the host finds their world, he can quickly analyze the Spirit Race銆?,"鈥淒escended from another world?鈥?,"Lin Ning frowned, thinking, 鈥淭his is the first time I've heard of the Spirit Race, and it's hard to find Spirit Race cultivators on weekdays.鈥?,"鈥淎ccording to the system, more contact with the Spirit Race can analyze their information. If I have more contact, wouldn't I be able to master their techniques?鈥?,"Thinking of this, Lin Ning, who should have been attacking, chose to dodge repeatedly.

With his strength, he could kill Yin Tingchu in one move.

But he couldn't let the other party off so easily.

Since he came, he should make more contributions before dying.

Lin Ning's repeated dodging, unbeknownst to him, was seen as cowardly behavior in Yin Tingchu's eyes.

鈥淟ung Mist!鈥?,"Yin Tingchu said in a deep voice, 鈥淚 admired you just now, but I didn't expect you to make such a cowardly move!鈥?,"鈥淟ung Mist!鈥?Yin Tingchu said angrily, 鈥淐owardly behavior, I will never condone it!鈥?,"He cast spells in the Spirit Race language while attacking.

However, this time, Lin Ning understood.

鈥淭en Thousand Spirit Art - Thousand Soul Hand!鈥?Yin Tingchu used the Spirit Race secret technique, and an invisible attack landed.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Countless palms landed on Lin Ning like raindrops, the palm prints disappearing in just a second.

If this move were used for assassination, killing the target without needing to burn the body, no one would find any trace of the attack!

"Your physical body is not bad," Yin Tingchu said with surprise. He didn't expect that Lin Ning would be unharmed after being struck by his Thousand Soul Hand!

His move was formless, each strike a death blow! He specifically targeted the weakest parts of the body!

Even a cultivator at the Perfection stage of the Tribulation Realm wouldn't last three rounds without any defense!

[Current Analysis Progress: 5%]

[According to the current analysis progress, the host can observe the spiritual race cultivator's cultivation technique with the naked eye]

Lin Ning patted the clothes on his body, and after receiving feedback from the system, he sighed, "It seems I didn't get beat up for nothing."

In fact, even without the system's analysis, Lin Ning could feel the invisible large hands falling around him with his perception.

Without exaggeration, Lin Ning could perfectly dodge even with his eyes closed, and then kill Yin Tingchu.

"Where did that loud collision sound come from?"

Below the stage, the cultivators looked around.

They looked at the stage, Lin Ning stood motionless, and Yin Tingchu also stood in place. They thought they were having auditory hallucinations.

"Brother, did you hear that just now? It sounded like a fierce battle! Why can't I see it?"

"I didn't see it either, did we both have auditory hallucinations? Aren't they both standing in place?"

"Are you two loons? The cultivation technique mastered by that alien race cultivator is strange, killing people invisibly. Presumably, he just used a demonic technique, which was happened to be countered by Lei Ziyu."

Above the high building, Elder Xiao Feng said with a solemn expression, "What powerful cultivation technique fluctuations."

His gaze narrowed, his eyes fixed on Yin Tingchu, "Although I can't see his cultivation technique moves, my divine sense felt it. Just now that move of his, even a cultivator at the Perfection stage of the Tribulation Realm would be no match for it!"

Turning his gaze to Lin Ning, "However, this Lei Ziyu also surprises me."

"He can actually use his physical body to withstand Yin Tingchu's offensive, and remain motionless!"

"Presumably, he should be a genius secretly cultivated by the Barbarian race, right?"

Beside him, Elder Fang Jingwei said in a deep voice, "I think so too."

"Among the human race cultivators, the strongest physical bodies belong to the Barbarian race cultivators."

"But if he is a Barbarian race cultivator, why isn't he recognized by other members of the race? Is there a need for the Barbarian King to hide him so deeply?"

Elder Xiao Feng sneered, "How can we speculate about the brain circuits of those barbarians?"

"Aren't they called muscle-brained apes? I can't imagine their thoughts."

He stroked his beard and smiled, "However, Lei Ziyu's identity is also our speculation. Whether he is a Barbarian race cultivator or not, we still need to continue watching."

......

[Current Analysis Progress: 6%]

[Current Analysis Progress: 7%]

Twenty minutes passed, and the system analysis only increased by so little, which made Lin Ning a little unhappy.

Of course, Yin Tingchu was just a cultivator in the Spirit race.

Being able to increase the analysis progress by one point every ten minutes through one member of the race is already very fast.

"Lung Mist!"

"Lung Mist!"

After Lin Ning dodged his attacks again and again, Yin Tingchu gradually became enraged, he felt his whole body burning up.

"Lei Ziyu!"

"If you were in our Spirit race, your limbs would definitely be chopped off by the members of the race!"

Yin Tingchu said in a deep voice, "Our Spirit race will never allow such cowardly behavior to happen! Please go all out and fight me!"

"What is the point of only dodging? Are you afraid of me?"

As a member of the human race, seeing their fellow being scolded by an alien race, the cultivators below the stage not only did not help, but instead strongly supported Yin Tingchu.

Especially those cultivators who had lost their minds, they cursed loudly.

"Hey, hey, hey, what is this? He keeps dodging, can this even be considered a round?"

"Of course it counts, the round we said doesn't necessarily require Lei Ziyu to attack, he can defend, who said dodging doesn't count as defense? Honor the bet and hand over the spirit stones to me!"

"Damn! Lei Ziyu, you trash, can't you fight like a man in a fair and square duel, always dodging?"

"Nine-fold strength? Don't embarrass our human race, just surrender and admit defeat."

Listening to the crowd's scolding, Yin Tingchu looked at Lin Ning and sneered, "Your race no longer supports you, coward!"

He was very irritable, he couldn't understand why the other party could always detect his cultivation technique's route.

How could his Spirit race's cultivation technique be seen by this ant-like human race?

Yin Tingchu couldn't accept it.

"You've been dodging for so long, presumably your divine sense is already very weak."

Yin Tingchu sneered, "I want to see how long you, a coward, can dodge!"

Saying that, he had a flash of inspiration, like a cheetah, he quickly attacked Lin Ning.

"Gate of Eternal Night!"

Yin Tingchu shouted loudly, and when he arrived in front of Lin Ning, he did not choose to attack, but jumped up and landed behind Lin Ning.

At the same time, the cultivation technique was activated.

Lin Ning saw it.

There was a large door appearing in front of him, looking inside through the door, it was full of Yin energy.

Behind the door, it seemed to be the home of the dead souls.

This Gate of Eternal Night moved quickly with Yin Tingchu's movement, just as it was about to swallow Lin Ning.

[Current Analysis Progress: 10%]

[Unlocked Cultivation Technique: Illusionary Spirit Art]

[Due to insufficient contact, the analysis is paused]

[The host needs to interact with more Spirit race cultivators, or find the Eternal Night Domain, to restart the analysis]

The so-called Eternal Night Domain is where the Spirit race is located.

And this Illusionary Spirit Art, according to the system's introduction.

After cultivating the Illusionary Spirit Art to perfection, when using the cultivation technique, the body will transform into a spiritual body, below the Emperor Realm, it is difficult to detect without special abilities.

"Just this one cultivation technique is so strange, if I master all the Spirit race's cultivation techniques, how powerful would that be?"

Lin Ning thought in his heart, "It seems that if I want more analysis, I can only find the Eternal Night Domain."

Stomping his right foot, his figure flashed, Lin Ning appeared at the edge of the arena.

At the same time, after Yin Tingchu's cultivation technique missed, he did not stop, but accelerated his pace.

He quickly came to the other side of the arena, a tail flick.

Muttering the Spirit race language, the Gate of Eternal Night disappeared, and then reappeared.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, outside the arena, there was a burst of exclamation!

Following the direction of the sound, Lin Ning saw.

A part of the human race cultivators, half of their bodies had entered the Gate of Eternal Night.

After the Gate of Eternal Night disappeared, only bones remained on half of their bodies.

On the arena, Yin Tingchu clapped his hands.

The applause was like triggering a death switch, as the applause fell, those cultivators who only had half of their bodies left instantly died!

"It's a pity, you escaped a disaster." Yin Tingchu looked at Lin Ning with a sinister gaze.

"However, this time, it won't be so easy to escape."

Hearing this, Lin Ning sneered, "Gate of Eternal Night, is it?"

"How do you know?" Yin Tingchu was shocked, "You understand the Spirit race language?"

Lin Ning: "In addition to the Spirit race language, I also know a little bit about fist and foot techniques."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Ning threw a punch.