Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor

The arrogant voice of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son, Leng Xi, echoed. At this moment, all eyes were fixed on him, yet no one stepped onto the arena.

No one dared to step onto the arena!

Facing the Sacred Son of Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land for a fight would be tantamount to seeking death.

As time gradually passed and still no one dared to step onto the arena for a battle with him, "Ha!" Leng Xi emitted a disdainful laugh.

However, this was expected, given that he was, Leng Xi.

Following this, Leng Xi looked up towards Zhuge Qingfeng in the sky and said, "Zhuge Qingfeng, since no one dares to step onto the arena to battle with me, what are you waiting for, just announce it quickly."

Leng Xi's words carried a commanding tone.

Upon hearing the words from below, Zhuge Qingfeng's eyebrows suddenly furrowed with some distaste towards Leng Xi.

Though Leng Xi was the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son, Zhuge Qingfeng, as the Eighth Elder, was actually Leng Xi's elder in hierarchy.

"Hmm? Zhuge Qingfeng, did you not hear what I said?" Seeing that Zhuge Qingfeng still hadn't announced, Leng Xi frowned coldly and said.

Just as Zhuge Qingfeng was about to speak, suddenly an elderly voice echoed, "If no one steps onto the arena, then I'll be going up."

"Hmm? Who? Who is this?"

"Who wants to step onto the arena? This voice? He must be seventy or eighty years old, right? And he wants to step onto the arena?"

"If I heard correctly, did he just refer to himself as 'little brother'?"

"Isn't it stipulated that only those under 28 can step into the arena? How can an old man go up?"

"An old man wants to challenge the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son? Could he be interested in the third Miss of Misha City too?"

"Since he referred to himself as 'little brother', could it be his age isn't actually that old? Just that his voice sounds elderly?"

...

As the elderly voice echoed, a series of discussions immediately arose, and people began to look for the source of the voice.

The voice belonged to the old man accompanying Shi Feng, Luan Wu.

At this moment, the old man slowly ascended into the sky, step by step, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, seeming to stride through the void, gradually walking toward the arena.

His appearance seemed rather graceful and leisurely, yet he still appeared very old.

"Sure enough, it's an old man!"

At this time, all eyes again focused on the old man, and they collectively exclaimed.

"I originally thought it might be a young man whose voice sounded old, but this is clearly an old man indeed. Why is he stepping onto the arena? He actually had the cheek to call himself 'little brother'!"

"Yes, his age must have exceeded the limit numerous times! He could be the third Miss's great-grandfather. Is he trying to eat tender grass?"

...

"Hehehe." Laughing aloud, the old man nodded kindly toward the crowd, speaking with a warm smile.

"Everyone, don't be fooled by my appearance; I'm actually only eighteen years old!"

"Eighteen!"

"Eighteen years old!"

"Wow! This old fellow is shameless! He's aged beyond recognition and dares claim to be eighteen! I spit!"

"Right! Absolutely shameless! Seriously, really! His old bones can't deceive anyone! Eighteen, do you think we're fools?"

...

Despite the disbelief and disdain, the old man maintained his kind and affable smile, unfazed by those "gossips".

Gradually, the elderly figure stepped onto the martial arts arena.

"Old fool!" Gazing at the old man who stepped up, Leng Xi squinted his eyes slightly, staring at him.

"Eight-star Demigod!" Zhuge Qingfeng in the sky also looked down upon the old man and said.

A thought crossed his mind, "I've long heard that Leng Xi's Martial Arts Realm has entered the Seven-star Demigod..."

Zhuge Qingfeng subtly muttered to himself that although Leng Xi possessed a Secret Treasure, Zhuge Qingfeng, a Nine-star Demigod Realm peerless strong person, couldn't see through his true realm.

At this moment, Zhuge Qingfeng indeed harbored selfish thoughts. Seeing the old man step onto the arena, as the judge, he did not prevent it.

Previously, Leng Xi had been disrespectful to him, yet Zhuge Qingfeng couldn't strike at Leng Xi, but thought of using this old man's hand.

"Old fool, you're thinking of fighting me?" After seeing the old man step onto the arena, Leng Xi coldly laughed and said.

"Hehe." The old man responded with a laugh to Leng Xi, nodding and saying, "Yes."

"But since I'm only eighteen, you shouldn't call me old man, just call me little brother."

"Damnit!" Hearing the shameless words of this old man, Leng Xi coldly shouted, raising his hand as a white light shaped like a Handprint shot violently towards the old man.

The old man immediately sensed a strange, chilling Extreme Yin Power enveloping him, freezing the air around him solid and directly immobilizing his body.

The white light grew closer to his face.

"Roar!" An elderly, lion-like shout exploded, shattering the frozen air in an instant, and simultaneously, the old man's right hand formed into a palm, which pushed out with immense force, slamming into the incoming white light.

"Boom!" With a violent sound, the white light shot by Leng Xi shattered under the palm strike of the old man.

"Hmm?" At this moment, Leng Xi's cold face finally changed.

Immediately afterward, the old man's figure flashed instantly toward Leng Xi.

"Block... blocked! This old man actually blocked the strike from the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son Leng Xi!"

When Leng Xi's attack was thwarted, faces changed dramatically, and exclamations arose.

"I've suspected this old man wasn't simple for a long time!" Someone voiced, "Otherwise, how would he dare step up and challenge the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son without some skill? Wouldn't that be seeking death?"

"Hmm! That's right."

"But I don't know the background of this old man; he dares challenge the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land! You should know that even if he wins, he offends the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son, Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, and the future Heavenly Desolation Sacred Lord."

"Yes, the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son isn't so easily challenged, even for a Nine-star Demigod strong person; you have to consider the consequences."

...

The old man's figure had already flashed instantly in front of Leng Xi, his right palm bursting with a dense Dark Demon Mist, as he attacked Leng Xi's face.

With a menacing swipe, the old man's palm, shrouded in mist, struck without reservation, despite the young man before him being the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Son.

If this strike connected, it was likely Leng Xi would meet his end directly.

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