Witch, please have some self-respect!

Especially those waiting for the challenge, including the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon, had ashen faces and felt a chill in their hearts.

They are also recipients of the Seal of Power and are qualified to challenge the ring.

But they themselves know best the gap in strength between themselves and Shenyao.

Shenyao is also leading in the Crimson Sky Domain, if the Flame Demon King hadn't come.

Shen Yao only lasted a hundred moves against the Flame Demon King. If they were to go up there, how many moves could they last?

They were originally planning to wait until Shen Yao had exhausted some of the Flame Demon King's strength before taking turns on stage to wear him down with a series of attacks.

Now, they immediately realized the gap.

"A war of attrition? Hah."

Behind the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon, a true disciple of the demon race gave a bitter laugh, his voice full of dejection.

"Judging from the way the Flame Demon King looked, he didn't even break a sweat. Even Shen Yao couldn't beat him. If we go up there, aren't we just offering ourselves up as food?"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon King fell silent.

Hundreds of eyes closed simultaneously, its face was pale, but it couldn't utter a single word.

"His only opponents are the Goddess Cangyan and the Stone God."

Fang Qin, a prodigy of the Zixiao Sect, sighed, her purple Daoist robe fluttering in the wind.

She gazed at the dark figure on the arena, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

As fellow prodigies and recipients of the same seal technique, she had a clearer understanding of Shen Yun's strength.

That's not just ordinary strength, it's overwhelming strength.

In the ruins where everyone was suppressed to the same level, his foundation, his true meaning, and his physical body far surpassed those of his peers.

Such a person is not someone she can challenge.

She completely gave up the idea of ​​going on stage to fight.

Since we're both human, we might as well sell it to someone who's good.

Although the Flame Demon King came from abroad, he was at least a human.

In the Crimson Sky Domain, he never took the initiative to attack the disciples of the Holy Sect and the Purple Sky Sect. On the contrary, he repeatedly protected human cultivators in front of the demon race and the Netherworld Ghost Race.

Such people may become allies in the future.

Just then, a ghost general from the Netherworld Ghost Clan passed through the crowd and came before the Hundred-Eyed Demon King and his companions.

The ghost was shrouded in a gray-black mist, its figure tall and its aura cold.

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of mystery and smugness.

"We have received information that once the printing of scriptures ends, the external barriers may disappear."

The Hundred-Eyed Demon King raised an eyebrow, and hundreds of eyes opened simultaneously, their eerie green light shimmering in the mist.

"What?"

"The neighboring Undying Domain and Xuanhuang Domain opened their arena earlier than ours."

The voice from within the gray fog was hoarse, like a ghostly whisper: "As long as we stall for time, we can wait for people from the other two realms to arrive."

The ghost general paused for a moment, the gray mist swirling, seemingly looking at Shen Yun on the arena, or perhaps laughing.

"Once the dust settles on the Immortal Domain Seal, our clan's Netherworld Child will descend upon the Crimson Sky Domain and seize the seal of the Crimson Sky Domain in one fell swoop. At that time, with the two seals combined, no one will be his match."

His voice carried an undisguised ambition.

"I can slay the Flame Demon King for you."

The Hundred-Eyed Demon's eyes lit up.

Hundreds of eyes simultaneously shone brightly, their eerie green light illuminating an area several feet around them.

Its mouth parted, revealing a set of sharp fangs.

"good!"

Its voice was full of excitement.

"The Xuanhuang Domain opened earliest, and it's probably closing soon. Hao Yan will definitely come here, along with Youmingzi!"

Its gaze fell on the dark figure on the arena, and the smile on its lips deepened.

"Flame Demon King, you've got some nerve. Wait until Youmingzi and Hao Yan arrive, then we'll see how you die."

The gray mist surged, and the figure of the Netherworld Ghost General disappeared into the mist.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon retreated into the shadows, its hundreds of eyes slowly closing, leaving only a few to peek from the dark.

On the arena, Shen Yun stood with his hands behind his back.

The idea of ​​a genius crossing over from another region boosted morale.

What followed was a relentless and brutal battle in the ring.

Shen Yun's breathing was steady and even, and his gaze was calm as still water, as if the hundred-move battle just now was nothing more than a warm-up.

But his opponents don't see it that way.

In the Crimson Sky Domain, besides Shen Yao, Qi Qi, and the Hundred-Eyed Heavenly Demon, there are many other geniuses from various forces.

Geniuses from the demon race, the ghost race, overseas independent cultivators, and even the celestial race.

Although they did not receive the inheritance of the seal technique, they still managed to kill the guardian beasts by relying on their weapons and talismans, and were all qualified to step onto the arena to challenge.

They may not have the formidable strength of Shen Yao, but they have the advantage of numbers.

Their hope was to wear down the Flame Demon King through attrition warfare and attrition.

The first to appear was a tiger-headed prodigy from the demon race.

He was about ten feet tall, covered in dark golden hair, and the "king" character pattern on his forehead emitted a faint golden light.

His true meaning is a winged tiger, its wings spread wide, its roar shaking the heavens.

Without saying a word after stepping onto the arena, he immediately activated the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal Technique, and a large crimson-gold seal condensed in his palm, crashing down towards Shen Yun.

Shen Yun raised his hand and shattered the large seal with a single palm strike.

The moment their fists and palms collided, the tiger-headed prodigy's tiger's mouth split open, blood splattering everywhere, and he was thrown back several steps by the force of the impact.

His expression changed drastically, and before he could regain his footing, Shen Yun's second palm strike had already arrived.

The palm struck his chest, shattering his scales and cracking his bones. He was blasted off the stage, crashing into the light screen before bouncing to the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and couldn't even get up.

The first to be eliminated.

The second one is a ghost general from the Netherworld Ghost Clan.

He was shrouded in a gray-black mist, his figure appearing and disappearing like a ghost without a physical form.

His true form is a phantom of a three-headed, six-armed ghost king, each of his six arms wielding a ghostly weapon, exuding a strong aura of death.

After stepping onto the stage, he did not confront Shen Yun head-on, but instead moved around the stage with ghostly movements, occasionally launching sneak attacks from the flanks or behind.

Shen Yun stood still, without even moving a step.

He closed his eyes, using his true senses to track the ghost general's movements.

Although the ghost general was fast, any attempt to conceal himself was a joke in the face of Shen Yun's Jian Chun True Meaning.

The moment the ghost general launched a sneak attack from behind, Shen Yun retaliated with a backhand strike, the crimson seal slamming solidly into the ghost general's chest.

The gray mist surrounding the ghost general was shaken away, revealing a pale and terrified face.

His body rolled over a dozen times on the ring; had he not surrendered quickly, he would have been crushed by Shen Yun's foot.

The second to be eliminated.

The third one is a wandering cultivator from overseas.

He wore a blue Taoist robe, had a thin face, and a restrained aura. His true intent was a phantom of a blue flying sword, sharp and incomparable, with a commanding sword intent, which greatly interested Shen Yun.

The third elimination.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

Within an hour, six prodigies took turns appearing.

Some of them came from the demon race, some from the ghost race of the underworld, some from independent cultivator forces outside the country, and there was even a branch of the celestial race.

Each of them is weaker than Shen Yao, and most of them are not even as strong as Qi Qi.

They posed little threat to Shen Yun, but their goal was never to defeat him.

Instead, it consumes him.

In every duel, Shen Yun had to take action, activate his hand seals, and expend his vital energy.

Although each one consumes only a small amount, the cumulative cost of six is ​​still considerable.

Each time an opponent is defeated in the arena, a drop of sweet rain will fall, helping the defending champion recover some of their health and energy.

However, the total amount restored is less than the total amount consumed.

This is the subtlety of the legacy rule: the defending champion will be gradually weakened in a series of rounds unless his foundation far surpasses that of the challenger.

Shen Yun was certainly aware of this.

He deliberately didn't use his full strength, controlling each move to just enough to defeat his opponent, without wasting any extra power.

His face grew paler and paler, his breathing became more and more unsteady, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

These are all pretense.

He wanted everyone to think that he was about to collapse.

However, within his sea of ​​blood, four majestic heavenly palaces stood tall, their qi and blood as abundant as the sea, making the amount of qi and blood he consumed negligible.

With the blessing of the Transformation Divine Power, his physical body recovered at an astonishing speed. The replenishment from the Arena Dew, combined with his own recovery, meant that his actual consumption was almost zero.

He has always been at his peak and has never declined.

But the monks who were watching didn't know that.

What they saw was that the Flame Demon King's speed had slowed down, his strength had lessened, his face had turned pale, and his breathing had become rapid.

They looked at each other, a glimmer of hope flashing in their eyes.

Then, Cicchi stood up again.

Qiqi sat cross-legged in the challenge area at the edge of the arena for more than an hour. The Hundred-Eyed Demon King gave him pills, which helped him recover most of his strength.

His silvery-white hair regained its luster, and although the phantom of the bright moon above his head was not as solid as it had been at its peak, it was still enough to put him to a fight.

He slowly stood up, a resolute glint flashing in his dark green eyes.

He was so enraged by Shen Yun's words that he vomited blood; it was the greatest humiliation of his life.

He wanted to avenge himself; he wanted to prove that he was not "the loser of the loser of the loser".

He stepped onto the arena and stood in front of Shen Yun. The silvery moonlight swirled around him, and the illusory moonlight above his head cast a cool glow.

"His voice was hoarse, Flame Demon King, I'm back."

Shen Yun glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Not running away this time?"

Kichi's expression stiffened, then he gritted his teeth and stopped talking nonsense.

He raised his hand, and a large silver-white seal condensed in his palm. He fully activated the Moon Essence True Meaning, and the illusory image of the bright moon above his head suddenly expanded.

The silvery moonlight surged forth like a tide, enveloping the entire arena in a cool glow.

His figure flickered in the moonlight, moving at an astonishing speed, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

He was no longer as conservative as when he joined forces with Shen Yao before, but instead unleashed his full power.

His claws tore through the air, leaving deep furrows on the ring with their silvery claw marks.

Shen Yun neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his hand to receive all of his attacks.

Fists and claws collided, sparks flying everywhere.

Qiqi's sharp claws grazed Shen Yun's fist, leaving only white marks without even breaking the skin.

Qiqi's pupils contracted; the defense of this physical body was stronger than during their last encounter.

Ten moves. Twenty moves. Thirty moves.

The more Cic played, the more alarmed he became.

He thought that Shen Yun should have exhausted a lot of strength after six rounds of battles, and that even if he couldn't defeat him, he could at least make him pay the price.

But after thirty moves, Shen Yun's breathing remained steady and calm, and he didn't even move his feet.

His vital energy had been largely depleted, and the silvery-white light on his claws began to dim.

He wanted to back out, but Shen Yun didn't want him to.

"I said—"

Shen Yun spoke, his voice as calm as still water.

"You can come barking at me after you've defeated Shen Yao."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Kichi's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively stepped back, but it was too late.

Shen Yun appeared behind him, his right fist clenched, the Crimson Sky Burning Heaven Seal condensing on his fist, and he punched him in the back.

"boom--!"

Chechi's body was blasted away and tumbled in the air.

The sound of bones cracking came from his back; his spine was bearing unimaginable pressure, as if it were about to be broken by that punch.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully activated the true meaning of the moonlight. A silvery-white light formed a shield around him, barely protecting his vitals.

But his speed slowed down.

Shen Yun's second punch had already landed.

The punch landed on his shoulder, shattering his scapula and causing his left arm to dangle.

Chechi let out a scream as his silvery-white fur was ignited by the crimson flames and burned black.

His body was blasted away again, crashing into the edge of the ring.

He wanted to admit defeat.

With a thought, he summoned the protection of the arena's light barrier, and pale golden light began to gather around him.

But Shen Yun's third punch was even faster.

A fist slammed into Kichi's cheek, knocking his head to one side, and blood and broken teeth splattered from his mouth.

His body was blasted away for the third time, crashing into the stone surface of the arena, bouncing up, and then falling down again.

The pale golden light screen that was gathering was shattered. The rules of the arena required three breaths to complete the teleportation, but Shen Yun did not give him three breaths.

Shen Yun lunged forward, stepped on Qi Qi's chest, and pressed him firmly to the ground.

Crimson flames surged from the soles of his feet, scorching Qiqi's chest and abdomen. His silvery-white hair curled, charred, and turned to ash in the flames.

Fear filled Chechi's eyes; he had never been so close to death.

The Flame Demon King truly intended to kill him; it wasn't a threat or intimidation, it was a genuine desire to kill him.

Kichi opened his mouth as if to shout that he was giving up, but his throat was gripped by an invisible force, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Shen Yun looked down at him, her eyes showing no murderous intent, no pity, only indifference.

Unfortunately, the golden light completely enveloped Kichi.

"You really know how to admit defeat. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't kill you."

He raised his foot and kicked Kichi away.

Chechi's body tumbled in the air, caught by the light screen of the arena rules, and teleported away.

If it weren't for Chechi's quick surrender and the protection of the ring rules, Shen Yun would have really stripped him of his wolf skin to make a coat today.

Shen Yun withdrew his gaze and looked outside the arena.

The expressions of the onlookers became even more solemn.

They saw Qiqi being brutally beaten like a punching bag in front of Shen Yun, completely powerless to fight back.

A war of attrition? A war of attrition?

No, these tactics are a joke in the face of absolute power.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon King finally couldn't sit still any longer, unsure whether Shen Yun was bluffing.

It emerged from the very back, its massive body casting a huge shadow under the glow of the arena runes.

Hundreds of eyes opened simultaneously on it, and a ghostly green light flickered in the darkness, like hundreds of will-o'-the-wisps dancing in the night.

Its aura surged, its demonic energy soared to the sky, and a phantom of a hundred-eyed giant demon appeared above its head. That was its true nature, using its hundred eyes to peer into the heavens and earth, and using all kinds of laws to destroy all things.

It stepped onto the arena, and hundreds of eyes simultaneously locked onto Shen Yun.