Around the central square of Chu Capital, tens of thousands of people roared and shouted, creating a deafening roar. Successors from both the righteous and evil holy lands appeared on the square, and a grand melee of top young powerhouses was about to begin, causing tens of thousands of spectators to boil with excitement.
The Path of Lust, one of the six great evil paths of antiquity, has produced two outstanding successors in this generation: the brother and sister Nangong Yin and Nangong Xian'er, both dressed in white. The brother is handsome and refined, an unparalleled beauty, while the sister is alluring and captivating, her seductive charm enough to bring chaos to the world. As their white robes flutter, the siblings' unparalleled grace and charm captivate everyone.
Standing beside the two was Qi Teng, the successor of the Heartless Path. This evil holy land had gradually declined over the past century, but no one dared to underestimate this sect. The Heartless Curse, which was listed among the Heavenly Treasures, was once earth-shattering and awe-inspiring throughout the world. No one would forget the once invincible Heartless Demon King. As long as the Heartless Curse was not lost, no one would ever dare to underestimate this path.
The essence of the Heartless Curse is to sever the seven emotions and extinguish the six desires. As the first outstanding master in a hundred years to achieve minor mastery of the Heartless Body, Qi Teng's face was as cold as ice that never melts. He seemed to have extinguished all human emotions and was as cold as ice.
Facing the three successors of the heretical holy land are three outstanding masters from the righteous holy land.
Meng Ke'er, dressed in flowing white robes, resembled a fairy descended from the heavens to the mortal world, exuding a faint aura of holiness. This was completely opposite to the temperament of Nangong Xian'er opposite her. Both women were stunning beauties, but their extreme temperaments reflected two different kinds of ultimate beauty.
To Meng Ke'er's left was a young monk. His light gray robe could not conceal his extraordinary demeanor. This man was Xuanzang, the most outstanding disciple of Xiaolin Temple in the contemporary era. Although he was a young monk, his brows exuded wisdom, as if he were a highly accomplished master.
To Meng Ke'er's right stood a handsome young man, his purple robes accentuating his dashing appearance. A faint purple aura flowed across his body, revealing his profound martial arts skills. This man was Wang Hui, the most outstanding successor of the righteous holy land, Zixiao Palace. Purple symbolizes nobility, and his purple robes and aura made him appear incredibly noble, seemingly radiating an aura of kingship.
The successors of the holy lands of the righteous and evil factions stood ten feet apart, the six masters divided into two groups, facing each other. On the surface, everything appeared perfectly calm, but undercurrents surged. Within that ten-foot radius, a terrifying, invisible force field had already formed, completely imprisoning this space. Anyone unaware of the true nature of the situation who dared to trespass would be instantly pulverized by the powerful force field.
Surrounding the six individuals were dozens of martial artists, clearly disciples from both the righteous and evil factions. They stood facing each other, each wielding a weapon.
The central square was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
The tens of thousands of cultivators outside the arena gradually quieted down, ceasing their shouts and noises. For a moment, the vast central square became extremely quiet.
High in the sky, the Mischievous Little Demon King was surrounded by more than a dozen mages. He had barely escaped after being severely injured by Chen Nan and then expending his vital energy to activate the Blood Sword. He was now extremely weak.
However, the Mischievous Little Demon King lived up to his reputation as one of the top young masters in the Eastern Continent. Despite being eyed by numerous experts, he showed no sign of panic.
Around the central square of Chu Capital, tens of thousands of people roared and shouted, creating a deafening roar. Successors from both the righteous and evil holy lands appeared on the square, and a grand melee of top young powerhouses was about to begin, causing tens of thousands of spectators to boil with excitement.
The Path of Lust, one of the six great evil paths of antiquity, has produced two outstanding successors in this generation: the brother and sister Nangong Yin and Nangong Xian'er, both dressed in white. The brother is handsome and refined, an unparalleled beauty, while the sister is alluring and captivating, her seductive charm enough to bring chaos to the world. As their white robes flutter, the siblings' unparalleled grace and charm captivate everyone.
Standing beside the two was Qi Teng, the successor of the Heartless Path. This evil holy land had gradually declined over the past century, but no one dared to underestimate this sect. The Heartless Curse, which was listed among the Heavenly Treasures, was once earth-shattering and awe-inspiring throughout the world. No one would forget the once invincible Heartless Demon King. As long as the Heartless Curse was not lost, no one would ever dare to underestimate this path.
The essence of the Heartless Curse is to sever the seven emotions and extinguish the six desires. As the first outstanding master in a hundred years to achieve minor mastery of the Heartless Body, Qi Teng's face was as cold as ice that never melts. He seemed to have extinguished all human emotions and was as cold as ice.
Facing the three successors of the heretical holy land are three outstanding masters from the righteous holy land.
Meng Ke'er, dressed in flowing white robes, resembled a fairy descended from the heavens to the mortal world, exuding a faint aura of holiness. This was completely opposite to the temperament of Nangong Xian'er opposite her. Both women were stunning beauties, but their extreme temperaments reflected two different kinds of ultimate beauty.
To Meng Ke'er's left was a young monk. His light gray robe could not conceal his extraordinary demeanor. This man was Xuanzang, the most outstanding disciple of Xiaolin Temple in the contemporary era. Although he was a young monk, his brows exuded wisdom, as if he were a highly accomplished master.
To Meng Ke'er's right stood a handsome young man, his purple robes accentuating his dashing appearance. A faint purple aura flowed across his body, revealing his profound martial arts skills. This man was Wang Hui, the most outstanding successor of the righteous holy land, Zixiao Palace. Purple symbolizes nobility, and his purple robes and aura made him appear incredibly noble, seemingly radiating an aura of kingship.
The successors of the holy lands of the righteous and evil factions stood ten feet apart, the six masters divided into two groups, facing each other. On the surface, everything appeared perfectly calm, but undercurrents surged. Within that ten-foot radius, a terrifying, invisible force field had already formed, completely imprisoning this space. Anyone unaware of the true nature of the situation who dared to trespass would be instantly pulverized by the powerful force field.
Surrounding the six individuals were dozens of martial artists, clearly disciples from both the righteous and evil factions. They stood facing each other, each wielding a weapon.
The central square was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
The tens of thousands of cultivators outside the arena gradually quieted down, ceasing their shouts and noises. For a moment, the vast central square became extremely quiet.
High in the sky, the Mischievous Little Demon King was surrounded by more than a dozen mages. He had barely escaped after being severely injured by Chen Nan and then expending his vital energy to activate the Blood Sword. He was now extremely weak.
However, the Mischievous Little Demon King lived up to his reputation as one of the top young masters in the Eastern Continent. Despite being eyed by numerous experts, he showed no sign of panic.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. He sneered at the dozen or so mages, then calmly took out a porcelain bottle from his robes, uncorked it, and poured all the pills inside into his mouth.
The Mischievous Little Demon King slowly closed his eyes, seemingly unconcerned about the powerful enemies around him. A cruel smile bloomed on his lips, and his long, blood-red hair moved without wind. His tall figure, like a god or a demon, exuded an aura that inspired fear.
The dozen or so mages seemed to be waiting for orders from the ground and did not act immediately, but each of them occupied a favorable position, ready to make their move at any time.
At this moment, perhaps only Chen Nan remained fearless. Nourished by a drop of divine dragon blood, he had fully recovered his strength. Holding his halberd, he stood atop the purple-gold divine dragon, coldly surveying his surroundings.
The mages surrounding him, upon meeting his eyes, involuntarily retreated several feet. They felt a chill run through their very souls, sensing the terrifying killing intent emanating from him.
Chen Nan saw all of this, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips. He swung his right palm and cut off a small piece of his sleeve. Then, he pinched a corner and shook it forcefully. The palm-sized piece of cloth, like a deadly spinning wheel, emitted a terrifying howl and generated waves of terrifying energy. It flew downwards as fast as lightning and instantly rushed into the force field formed by Nangong Xian'er and the other six young masters.
Although it was just a small piece of cloth, it contained the immense power of a near-peerless master. After crashing into the vast force field, it unleashed a deafening roar and a terrifying energy storm. Of course, the cloth was also instantly pulverized.
The seemingly peaceful atmosphere was shattered as the six young masters rushed towards their opponents with lightning speed. The six figures transformed into six streaks of light, clashing and intersecting within the arena. A series of deafening roars echoed throughout the arena, and sword energies soared into the sky, their blinding light enveloping the center of the arena, their unparalleled power surging forth.
The delicate balance was broken as six top experts clashed in battle. The surrounding martial artists quickly retreated, and tens of thousands of people watching around the central square immediately erupted in cheers and shouts. The sound of tens of thousands of people shouting at the same time shook the heavens and the earth, and the entire capital city seemed to tremble.
At the same time, the dozen or so mages surrounding the Little Demon King unleashed their attacks simultaneously. Brilliant magic burst forth in the air like fireworks, creating a dazzling spectacle. What were clearly ferocious magical attacks appeared incredibly beautiful, as if streaks of rainbows were shimmering high above.
A blazing flame ten feet long, a violent lightning bolt that tears through the void, a massive ice spear that shines with blinding light...
Undeterred, the Mischievous Little Demon King revealed a cruel smile. He moved with his Martial Demon Body Technique, disappearing from everyone's sight in a flash, dodging the barrage of magical attacks. Then, in a few flashes, he quickly rushed to the edge of the encirclement, suddenly appearing next to a mage and snapping the mage's neck with his right hand in an instant.
All the mages were shocked. They hadn't expected Xiang Tian, who had just suffered a severe injury, to be so brave and quickly break free of the encirclement. Chen Nan, watching from a distance, was also astonished; the performance of the Mischievous Little Demon King was truly beyond his expectations.
The previously weakened Xiang Tian was now as vigorous as ever, as if he had completely recovered his strength. He could clearly retreat easily, but instead of leaving, he grinned maliciously. He swiftly used his Martial Demon Movement Technique, changing direction like a ghost in the air. The mages' attacks had no effect on him; on the contrary, in the blink of an eye, he had snapped the necks of three mages.
"Damn it, this guy actually recovered! What kind of miraculous medicine did he just take? It's so amazing! This guy probably won't die today!" Chen Nan cursed under his breath.
At this moment, the mage who had been surrounding Chen Nan saw Xiang Tian unleash his ferocity and immediately abandoned Chen Nan, rushing towards him. The other mages also immediately adjusted their positions, surrounding Xiang Tian once again, and the fierce magical attack instantly overwhelmed him.
The mischievous little devil charged left and right, constantly changing his position. More than twenty magicians dared not approach him anymore, and only launched ranged attacks. Although the power was no longer as fierce as before, it effectively avoided Xiang Tian's sneak attack.
Although Xiang Tian's martial magic movement technique was incredibly powerful, it was impossible for him to move too far. Every time he changed his position, the mages would frantically unleash magic attacks on him, not giving him a chance to get close. In the high sky, dazzling magical energy raged everywhere.
A cold glint flashed in Chen Nan's eyes. He knew that the Mischievous Little Demon King had truly recovered and was now capable of escaping, but he didn't want to leave. He also knew that those in the shadows were eager to kill Xiang Tian; otherwise, the famous magicians who had surrounded him wouldn't have retreated so easily. Xiang Tian, with his powerful background, was more of a threat to certain people than him, a lone wolf without any support.
The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon, a seasoned veteran, also saw through the subtle implications. It shook its head and said, "See? Your defeated foe is more feared by some people than you are. This is a form of discrimination against you! Awoo... Wahahaha..."
Chen Nan remained silent, pondering to himself. He felt that these so-called holy lands were indeed powerful. Despite being based on an Eastern cultivation system, they had recruited so many Western magicians, which made him wary.
On the ground, Meng Ke'er and Nangong Xian'er immediately regarded each other as their greatest enemy upon meeting. After the battle began, they charged at each other without hesitation.
Both were dressed in white and possessed stunning beauty, but one was incomparably holy, like a celestial maiden, while the other was captivating, like a demonic enchantress. Two peerless beauties, two completely different temperaments.
Clad in flowing white robes, their beauty was breathtaking. The women from the two holy lands of good and evil moved with unparalleled grace, yet their movements concealed boundless killing intent. Lotus petals swirled, sword energy crisscrossed, and the two stunning beauties danced and fluttered, firmly attracting the attention of the many cultivators outside the arena.
However, no one knew that the two exceptionally beautiful women were secretly conversing using their supreme sonic powers while fighting, and in the end, they seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.