Witch, please have some self-respect!

Shen Yun turned around, his gaze falling on the light screen that enveloped the entire arena.

The light curtain, a pale gold color, descended from the heavens, completely enveloping the arena, which spanned two to three kilometers in radius.

On the screen of light, runes flowed and flickered, emanating a chilling aura.

Those are the rules of the ruins, the restrictions left by the demigods, a barrier that no one, no power, can forcibly break through.

On the arena, the two figures had stopped fighting.

Shen Yao, dressed in white as snow, sat cross-legged in the center of the arena, slightly to the left. Her eyes were slightly closed, and divine light flowed around her. The phantom of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment slowly rotated behind her.

Her breathing was even and steady, clearly indicating that she was making the most of the time to recover from the exhaustion of the battle.

Qiqi sat on the edge of the arena, near the light screen. Several bloodstains were on his silver-white hair, and the illusory moon above his head had dimmed considerably.

His dark green pupils were fixed on Shen Yun, his eyes filled with vigilance.

The two of them, for reasons unknown, reached some kind of tacit understanding during the time Shen Yun was slaying the Crimson Dragon, and stopped their actions, sitting cross-legged to regulate their breathing.

Shen Yao needs to recover, Qi Qi needs to recover, and Shen Yun is their common threat.

Shen Yun ignored their gazes.

He strode towards the entrance to the ring.

The light barrier automatically parted to the sides the moment he approached, revealing a portal about ten feet wide.

Inside the portal, the gray-white stone surface was as smooth as a mirror, with runes flowing underfoot, exuding a warm yet solid aura.

He stepped into the challenge area of ​​the ring.

In that instant, a clearer and more complete stream of information flooded into his mind.

In arena battles, each person has a maximum of one hour for the challenge.

Once a challenger steps onto the ring, they can challenge the defending champion. The two fight until one of them concedes defeat, is knocked off the ring, or loses the ability to fight.

If a challenger fails to defeat the defending champion within one hour, he/she is automatically declared the loser and expelled from the arena.

Each time a champion defeats a challenger, they have a 15-minute rest period to recuperate, recover, and prepare for the next battle.

After each challenge, the arena will release a beam of light to help the defender recover some of their health and energy.

If time is limited, defending the title only requires facing eleven opponents per day.

Shen Yun stood in the challenge area, his gaze fixed on the jade pendant in the center of the arena.

The jade pendant for printing scriptures hung directly above the arena, several feet off the ground, slowly rotating and emitting a reddish-gold light.

It was like a small sun, illuminating the entire arena.

Through that layer of light, one could vaguely see countless fine runes flowing inside the jade pendant, which was the Daoist essence of the printed scriptures.

It is a battle tactic with a nine-fold or greater amplification, and it is the only way to reach the Battle Canon.

Chechi sat on the edge of the ring, surrounded by a slowly flowing silvery moonlight. The faint shadow of the bright moon above his head, though dim, still hung steadily there.

He opened his eyes, and Shen Yun's figure was reflected in his dark green pupils. The corners of his mouth turned down slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"Flame Demon King, your arrogance won't last long."

His voice was hoarse, carrying an extreme amount of suppressed anger, as well as a stubbornness that refused to bow down despite knowing he was no match.

"Once this extraterrestrial barrier dissipates, I will show you that some races are not to be trifled with."

Shen Yun glanced at him, her expression unchanged, her gaze calm as still water.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the arena's challenge area. His black armor gleamed with a dark gold luster under the light of the runes, and the golden crow on his shoulder armor had blood-red eyes that were incredibly lifelike.

His lips curled up slightly, forming a faint, contemptuous smile.

"Just a defeated general of a defeated general."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the arena, echoing across the empty space.

"Enough with the nonsense. You can come barking at me after you've defeated Shen Yao. Now, get out of here."

A seemingly casual remark, like an invisible blade, pierced straight into Qiqi's heart.

Chechi's face turned ashen in an instant.

His eyes were wide open, bloodshot veins filled his dark green pupils, and bulging veins at the corners of his eyes, like earthworms wriggling under his skin.

His lips trembled violently, his teeth clenched so hard they cracked, and a low, beast-like growl escaped his throat.

He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The feeling of suffocation was stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down, making him tremble all over.

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"puff--"

Dark red blood spurted from his mouth, splattering onto the gray stone surface of the arena and his own silvery-white hair, a horrifying sight.

His body swayed, almost falling, but he managed to steady himself.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his dark green eyes fixed on Shen Yun, his pupils filled with humiliation and resentment.

Shen Yun was utterly astonished.

He didn't expect that Chechi would actually be so angry that he vomited blood.

He had previously thought that "making someone so angry they vomit blood" was just an exaggerated description, an artistic rhetoric.

Unexpectedly, this actually happened, and right before his eyes.

Moreover, he just said it casually, without any effort, intention, or targeting.

Look how angry the child is.

What he didn't know was that the phrase "the loser of the loser of the loser" had reopened the deepest wound in Cich's heart.

Qiqi was originally a true hidden genius of the demon race in the Azure Fiend Secret Realm.

His talent surpasses even that of the Golden Roar. He has been secretly nurtured by the elders of the demon race for decades, waiting for the right moment to make a high-profile debut and amaze the entire secret realm.

He should have been brilliant and splendid, he should have been famous throughout Qing Sha, he should have become the banner of the younger generation of the demon race.

But his opportunity never came.

The elders of the demon race said to wait a little longer, to wait for a bigger stage, to wait for a more suitable opportunity.

He waited, he waited for a year, he waited for three years, he waited for five years.

Then, batches of extraordinary talents from beyond the realm arrived.

Thunder Sparrow Little God King has arrived, Stone God Child has arrived, Netherworld Child has arrived, Cangyan Goddess has arrived, Golden Lotus Heavenly Maiden has arrived, Zhou Du has arrived.

One after another, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, they emerged from the main realm, from outside the realm, and from various forces.

Each one is stronger than the strongest, each one is more dazzling than him, and each one is more domineering than him.

It should have been dazzling and radiant, shining brightly in the Azure Fiend Secret Realm, but now it's just a roadside obscure thing.

Not only him, but among all the native geniuses of the Azure Fiend Secret Realm, who else can hold their head high in front of those geniuses from beyond the realm?

No.

They were all suppressed, all crushed, and all reduced to mere background figures.

Just now, Qiqi was even arranged by the Hundred-Eyed Demon King from beyond the realm to weaken Shenyao's strength.

He is not the main force, not the vanguard; he is a pawn, a expendable item.

Shen Yun's words revealed his true situation.

He stated a fact that everyone knew, but he himself was unwilling to admit.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

This stab left him bleeding profusely.

Kichir sat cross-legged on the edge of the ring, eyes closed, without saying a word.

His face was as pale as paper, a trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, and his silvery-white hair had lost its former luster. He looked like a stone sculpture that had been drained of all its energy.

The arena fell silent.

Shen Yao sat cross-legged in the center of the arena, dressed in white as snow, her gaze cold and aloof.

A purple-gold light slowly flowed around her, and the phantom of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment appeared and disappeared behind her.

Her breathing is returning.

Outside the arena, the cultivators watching from afar were extremely curious.

They stood outside the arena's light screen; some hovered in the air on their swords, some sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, and some crowded at the edge of the dense forest, craning their necks to look around.

Their eyesight was limited, so they couldn't see the details on the stage, nor could they hear what Shen Yun and Qi Qi were saying.

All they saw was that after the Flame Demon King uttered a single sentence, Qiqi's face turned ashen, his whole body trembled, and then he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"The Flame Demon King is not only incredibly powerful, but his mouth is also very formidable."

An inner disciple of the Holy Sect swallowed hard and whispered to his companion.

"From now on, you'd better behave yourself in front of him."

"I'm more curious about what he said that made Kic so angry he vomited blood. What awful things must he have said?"

The disciple from the Zixiao Sect lowered his voice, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"If I accidentally run into him one day, and he says something like that to me too..."

He didn't continue.

The people nearby fell silent, their expressions somewhat unnatural.

Some people are watching the show, while others are secretly preparing.

Fang Qin emerged from the dense forest, her purple Taoist robe fluttering in the wind.

She had delicate features, with a touch of heroism between her brows. Her hands were clasped behind her back, and purple lightning crackled at her fingertips.

She walked to the other end of the arena, where new guardian beasts were forming outside the light screen.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon King emerged from another direction, its hundreds of eyes opening simultaneously, casting an eerie green light that illuminated the surrounding dense forest.

It didn't look at Fang Qin, nor at Shen Yun on the arena, but went straight to the area below the arena. A new guardian beast was rearranged, and hundreds of dark lights intertwined to form a large net, enveloping the beast within.

Xuan Haotian stood atop the mountain, dressed in a black brocade robe, his face cold and stern.

His gaze darted back and forth between the arena and the figures challenging the savage beasts. After a moment's hesitation, he stepped towards a guardian beast.

There was also a low-profile cultivator who had obtained the seal of power. He was a middle-aged man in a gray Daoist robe with an ordinary face and a restrained aura. He stood in the shadows of the dense forest, coldly watching everything.

He remained silent for a moment, then stepped out of the shadows and walked towards the last guardian beast.

Five people, five directions, five guardian beasts.

Shen Yun stood on the arena, his gaze sweeping over each of the figures.

Fang Qin, the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, Xuan Haotian, and that unknown, low-profile cultivator, plus Shen Yao on the arena, make a total of five people.

Five people who have inherited the power of seal carving are five people qualified to challenge the arena.

They have all chosen to challenge the guardian beasts today, at this time, and in this place, vying for the right to challenge them.

Is it a coincidence? Or a tacit understanding?

Shen Yun's lips curled up slightly.

He knew about the "relay race" strategy.

After Shen Yao and he have fought, regardless of who wins or loses, the next challenger will immediately step onto the stage to face the exhausted defender in top form.

One after another, they drained his vital energy and wore him down until he collapsed.

Five people, plus Kic, and if Kic also recovers and joins the gauntlet, that makes six people.

But what they didn't know was that Shen Yun had many trump cards up his sleeve.

He possesses supernatural physical abilities and has undergone numerous transformations, making his vital energy and blood several times stronger than those of cultivators of the same level.

Moreover, their recovery speed after injury is far superior to that of ordinary people.

He has thousands of runestones piled up in his Naxu Ring, each of which can restore his health and replenish his energy at critical moments.

He possesses the power of a six-winged war god, the power of a deceitful face, the true meaning of building a cypress tree, the true meaning of nine dragons arching a pearl, the true meaning of Asura, and the true meaning of a sea of ​​blood.

In particular, he actually mastered more than one seal technique, including the Taiyin Xuan Shui Seal and the Ziji Lei Di Seal.

It possesses the power of the fusion of three seals, making it an absolute annihilation among the legacies of the wisdom that utilizes the eight seals.

Feng Luoyi's Thunder Emperor Seal has reached the level of Seal Mastery. Although it was not blessed by the Secret Realm Heavenly Palace, Shen Yun has easily pushed it to near completion after cultivating for so long.

The power it unleashed was considerable.

The only pity is that Wu Rou's Taiyin Xuan Shui Seal is still just a seal technique.

She's only at the Blood Sea Realm, so her ability to seize the seal technique is a bit weak.

However, this does not prevent Shen Yun from combining the three seals into one, doubling the power. With one strike, it is estimated that none of these people will be able to withstand it.

A war of attrition?

Shen Yun withdrew his gaze and looked at Shen Yao, who was also looking at him.

Their gazes clashed above the arena, sparks flying, their killing intent palpable.

Outside the arena, Fang Qin's final strike landed.

The guardian beast crashed to the ground and vanished into black mist.

She stepped through the light screen, onto the arena challenge area, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to regulate her breathing.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon King followed closely behind, closing hundreds of eyes simultaneously. Its massive body sat cross-legged in the challenge area, its aura surging, clearly preparing for the upcoming challenge.

Xuan Haotian also stepped onto the arena. He glanced at Shen Yun and sat down cross-legged.

The unassuming middle-aged cultivator also stepped onto the arena, sitting silently in the corner like an inconspicuous stone.

Five people gathered in the challenge area.

They were waiting for Shen Yun and Shen Yao's battle to end, and regardless of who won or lost, they would intervene.

Shen Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his black armor fluttering in the wind, and his smile deepened.

One comes, one is beaten.

Come on, bring five. Fight five of them.

Even if ten come, I'll still beat them.

On the ring, time ticked away second by second.

Kichi sat cross-legged on the edge of the arena, his silvery-white hair gleaming dimly in the reflection of the arena runes.

His face was as pale as paper, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried and formed a dark red scab.

The one-hour deadline has passed.

A pale golden light curtain descended from the sky, enveloping Qiqi's figure within it.

The light barrier was as thin as a cicada's wing, yet indestructible, completely isolating Qiqi from the arena.

On the screen of light, runes flowed and flickered, radiating an irresistible power of rules.

The light screen contracted, and his figure was slowly pushed off the stage.

Losers have no right to stay.

The victor, Shen Yao, was enveloped in a golden shower of sweet rain.

The sweet rain surged from the void above the arena, like spring rain, like a spiritual spring, enveloping Shen Yao's body.

The sweet rain fell on her body, seeped into her skin, flowed into her bloodstream through her meridians, and nourished her exhausted body after the battle.