Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Ziyang City.

Ziyang Martial Arts Arena.

The battle continues.

The third match.

The opponent is a female high-level god who cultivates the wind element law. She is extremely fast and skilled in creating clones.

Raven stood still, only a faint white mist rose around him.

Before the opponent could even get within ten meters of Raven, his eyes glazed over, and he began frantically attacking the air before collapsing from exhaustion.

The fourth match.

The opponent is a special race that excels at sonic attacks.

Raven simply opened his mouth and let out a low growl.

That was the roar of a dragon.

It was also the roar of the Taotie.

There were no mysterious laws or principles involved; it was simply a pure awe of the soul.

The other person bled from all seven orifices and fell into a coma.

The fifth match...

The tenth match...

The fiftieth...

Time passes little by little.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the martial arts arena of Ziyang City, gilding the dark red arena with a layer of gold.

The ground beneath Raven's feet remained clean and tidy.

Not a single drop of sweat.

Meanwhile, dozens of "corpses" had already been carried away from the stage.

Of course, most of them are still alive, but their divine bodies are severely damaged or their divine power is exhausted.

The audience went from initial shock to numbness, and finally to fanatical worship.

That's what makes a strong person.

This is crushing.

There are no fancy tricks; no matter who the opponent is or what methods they use, Raven always uses the same move.

Or a punch.

Or a finger.

Or just a glance.

"Match 99, Iceblood Demon wins."

The referee's voice trembled slightly.

He had presided over tournaments for tens of thousands of years and had never seen such terrifying efficiency.

This isn't a competition, it's practically racking up wins.

"Who else?"

Raven looked around.

The preparation area is empty.

Those Seven Star Demons who originally wanted to take advantage of the situation finally came to their senses after seeing the miserable state of the people in front of them.

Guidance is helpful.

But if one's divine body is destroyed and one has to recuperate for tens of thousands of years, that's not worth it either.

Just then.

A young man dressed in a gray robe and carrying a giant sword slowly walked out.

He did not register.

But the moment he stepped out, the crowd around him automatically parted to make way for him.

"That's... the Skybreaker Sword Rogge?"

"Didn't he retire a long time ago?"

"It is said that he is trying to break through the bottleneck of fusing the eighth profound mystery."

"He actually came too."

Roger walked step by step onto the ring.

His eyes were bright, like two cold stars.

I've been watching you all afternoon.

"You are strong. Extremely strong."

Rogge spoke, his voice dry and hoarse.

"I know I can't beat you."

"But I have a sword that I have been sharpening for three million years."

Please enlighten me.

The words fell.

The sword is drawn.

It seemed as if only this one sword light remained in the world.

The space was neatly cut open, revealing the chaotic spatial turbulence behind it.

This sword strike incorporates seven profound wind-elemental techniques.

Moreover, it has already touched the edge of the eighth profound mystery.

fast.

Extremely fast.

It even surpassed the speed of the previous Shadow Blade.

Raven's pupils contracted slightly.

Finally, something watchable has arrived.

This sword strike deserves his serious attention.

But it was only a little bit.

Raven raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together to form a sword-like gesture.

There was no attempt to dodge.

There is no defense.

Instead, it faced the sword light that tore through the heavens and earth and thrust it straight at them.

This was his first proactive attack after observing for an entire afternoon.

"Wave--"

A soft sound.

Like the sound of a bubble bursting, the sky full of sword light vanished instantly.

Rogge stood frozen in place.

His greatsword stopped three inches from Raven's forehead, unable to advance any further.

Raven's sword finger had already touched the tip of Rogge's sword.

A clash of titans.

"Click."

The greatsword, a high-ranking divine artifact that had been with Rogge for many years, shattered inch by inch, starting from its tip.

The fragments turned into starlight, drifting in the wind.

Rogge was pale, but he didn't look at his sword; instead, he stared intently at Raven's fingers.

Just a moment ago.

He felt like he wasn't facing a finger.

Instead, it is a vast and boundless sea.

That all-encompassing state of mind caused his proud, sharp sword intent to vanish without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

"I lost."

"Thank you for showing mercy."

Roger lowered his head, his voice hoarse.

He knew that if Raven's finger had been slightly off-target just now...

What shattered was not the sword, but his divine essence.

"You're good."

Raven withdrew his hand and said calmly.

Rogge was startled.

Then.

He bowed deeply to Raven, then turned and jumped off the ring.

There was no sense of desolation.

Instead, it carries a sense of liberation, like the feeling that "if one hears the truth in the morning, one can die content in the evening."

"Match 100, Victory!"

The referee raised his hands and roared at the top of his lungs.

"boom--"

The entire arena erupted in cheers.

Countless people stood up and cheered, and countless people shouted the name "Frozen Demon Raven".

100 consecutive wins!

And it was a 100-game winning streak in a single day!

This is a miracle.

This is an unprecedented miracle in the history of Ziyang City.

Raven stood in the center of the ring, listening to the deafening roar around him, his expression remaining calm.

This is just the beginning.

His goal was the prestigious position of the prefectural lord.

It is the pinnacle of that boundless power.

Just then.

A middle-aged man in a black tuxedo appeared out of thin air above the arena.

He wore a blood-red devil's medal on his chest.

Lord Stow, the manager of Devil's Castle.

He pressed his hand down.

An invisible pressure spread out, and the entire venue fell silent instantly.

Althorp looked at Raven with undisguised admiration and awe in his eyes.

"Congratulations Mr. Raven on achieving a 100-game winning streak."

"According to the ancient rules of hell."

"Any Seven-Star Demon who achieves a hundred consecutive victories is qualified to challenge the current Lord of the City."

Allsop's voice echoed in every corner.

"This has been confirmed through communication between Demon Castle and Lord Ziyang."

Three days later.

"The summit of Ziyang Mountain."

"The Iceblood Demon Raven will face off against the Lord of Ziyang Palace!"

"The victor will become the new Lord of Ziyang Palace!"

"boom!"

This news was like a depth charge, pushing the already boiling atmosphere to its climax.

Raven looked up.

He glanced at Althorp, who was hovering in the air, and nodded slightly.

Three days?

enough.

This is a good time to digest today's gains and, incidentally, to integrate the skills I learned from those Seven Star Demons.

……

The core area of ​​Ziyang City.

A magnificent palace suspended in the clouds.

This is the residence of the Lord of Ziyang.

In the spacious study, a huge water mirror floats in mid-air.

The mirror was playing footage of Raven's battle with Roger.

The image is frozen at the moment Raven shatters the giant sword with a single finger.

"Smack."

A white jade wine cup was crushed to pieces.

The Lord of Ziyang Palace, a handsome man with long purple hair, now had a terrifyingly gloomy expression.

"I can't see through it."

He stared at Raven's finger in the image and muttered to himself.

As a high-ranking deity of the water element.

He has integrated the mysteries of five water systems and found the point of convergence for the sixth.

Looking across the 108 rulers of Hell.

He was also confident in his abilities and believed he could rank in the top thirty.

but.

He, however, could not fathom Raven's true nature.

This put immense pressure on him.