Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The battle in the arena was exceptionally fierce.

Little Yezi and the young man from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland exchanged furious blows.

However, Little Yezi's mindset was different from before.

Now, he didn't seek to survive, only to avoid defeat.

Therefore, he didn't attack as frequently as the young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland.

He only counterattacked when he found the right opportunity, and then switched back to a primarily defensive fighting style.

The two fought to a standstill, evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand, resulting in a temporary stalemate.

The young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland was increasingly shocked and enraged, even becoming somewhat anxious.

He originally thought that after receiving the full blessing of the Emperor's Breath, even if he wasn't at his peak, he could gradually suppress his opponent and kill him, wiping away his previous humiliation.

He didn't expect the other party to change his battle strategy, focusing on defense and neutralization.

Moreover, the opponent's combat experience was astonishingly rich, which he found unbelievable, making it impossible to find any flaws.

Even though he used all sorts of methods to create opportunities for himself, forcing his opponent to reveal weaknesses, he consistently failed.

His heart grew increasingly angry!

How unreasonable!

How underdeveloped was the cultivation civilization of the Divine Ancient World?

In this world, the strongest were only at the Legendary Realm, only able to cultivate to that extent.

The Legendary Realm was only possible because of the current special era.

In past eras, the strongest only reached the special realm created by the people of this world—the Samsara Eternal God Realm.

How could a cultivator from such a world, and still a very young cultivator, possess such impeccable combat experience and awareness?

In a showdown of this intensity, his energy, spirit, and essence were being rapidly depleted as time went on.

Even with secretly taking immortal pills, he couldn't maintain good endurance, and his condition was gradually deteriorating.

Although the opponent was in a similar situation, the two were weakening at almost the same rate, preventing him from suppressing the other.

If this continued, not only would it be difficult to kill his opponent, but even winning would be challenging.

Furthermore, his energy, spirit, and essence were being depleted, and his life essence was being heavily consumed to repair his injuries.

Continuing to fight at this intensity for too long might even lead to a backlash, causing lasting hidden damage.

Although coming to the forbidden zone of life meant having a deep foundation and being able to cure hidden ailments, it would still take time.

That time would be equivalent to stagnating, allowing his peers to widen the gap, and ultimately lead to falling behind step by step?

At this moment, the young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland thought a lot, thought far ahead, worried that this battle would affect his future development.

He found it difficult to fully concentrate on the battle, and his mind was filled with distracting thoughts, causing his offensive to weaken.

This greatly reduced the pressure on Little Yezi.

A cold light flashed in Little Yezi's pupils, and the thought of killing his opponent resurfaced in his mind.

He wasn't in a hurry, but maintained his battle strategy with great composure, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

"Husband, that person's condition isn't right. I'm afraid he's going to lose, and might even be killed by Little Yezi."

Xiao Ruoqing had keen eyes and saw that the young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland was distracted and had distracting thoughts, which affected his combat power.

Although her current realm wasn't high, only at the Half-Step Legendary, far inferior to the young prodigy's cultivation, as the reincarnation of a powerhouse from the Realm of No Dao, she could naturally see everything clearly.

"He's thinking too much. How could he have distracting thoughts and be so hesitant in such a battle?

If it weren't for the overall situation, he would definitely die in this match."

Jun Wuxie shook his head inwardly. Even the prodigies from the forbidden zone of life didn't all have unwavering minds.

"Little Yezi, abandon the thought of killing your opponent.

The purpose of me letting you fight is to draw with the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland.

Remember, you can't win, only draw."

"Master, I understand."

Although Little Yezi felt a bit unwilling, wanting to kill his opponent in the arena, he had to do as his master instructed.

His master must have a reason for doing so, most likely a greater plan to strive for more benefits.

This battle lasted for a very long time between the two sides.

The entire process was very exciting, but neither could gain the upper hand.

As time went on, both Little Yezi and the young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland had exhausted their energy, spirit, and essence.

Until the setting sun, they were both so weak that they were panting heavily.

Their faces were pale, their bodies covered in sweat, dueling while breathing heavily.

Little Yezi and the young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland were almost at their limit.

If looking at the overall situation of this match, Little Yezi certainly had the advantage.

After all, he hadn't been seriously injured by his opponent so far.

The young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland was different. He suffered a serious injury at the beginning of the duel, being beaten badly by Little Yezi, his face swollen like a pig's head.

Jie Xin and the others clenched their fists tightly, their faces ashen.

By now, they no longer had any expectations or hope for this duel.

It was impossible to defeat their opponent.

The final result would inevitably be that both would be exhausted, collapsing in the arena, unable to move due to exhaustion.

Jie Xin had been waiting, waiting for Jun Wuxie to take the initiative to say that this round was a draw, and there was no need to continue the duel.

However, Jun Wuxie remained silent, calmly drinking his tea.

Jie Xin was very annoyed, cursing the bastard countless times in his heart.

He also wanted to remain silent.

However, the life essence of their people was severely depleted. If they continued to fight until completely exhausted, it would have serious consequences.

Even if they had natural treasures to remove hidden ailments after returning, it would probably take several years to recover.

Because the damage caused by such a backlash would be close to Dao injuries, which were difficult to heal completely.

Having a deep foundation and special natural treasures would still take time to do so.

In this era, as a prodigy, who could afford to delay for several years at this realm?

Perhaps nothing would happen in a few years, but perhaps they would miss a great opportunity.

The people selected this time were among the most promising of their lineage, key targets for cultivation, seed-level figures.

"Well, this duel has lasted for several hours. Why not call it a draw?

"They are both extremely weak. Continuing to fight will not yield any results. In the end, they will only collapse in the arena, unable to move, unable to determine a winner.

Instead of letting them continue to waste time, it's better to call this match a draw, and we'll proceed to the second match."

"Young Master Jie Xin's words are not without reason. Let them stop then."

Jun Wuxie didn't refuse.

He knew very well that the life-forbidden zone had a deep foundation.

Since he couldn't kill the opponent, continuing to wear them down wouldn't make much sense.

Even if the young prodigy suffered a greater backlash, he would eventually be healed, it would just take an extra year or two.

"Stop fighting. This match is a draw for both of you."

Jie Xin and Jun Wuxie spoke almost simultaneously, their voices entering the arena.

Little Yezi and the young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland, who were fighting bitterly, heard this and quickly retreated, disengaging from the battle.

Little Yezi felt regret, unable to kill his opponent.

The young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had long been anxious, fearing that it would affect his future development.

The longer the battle lasted, the more tormented he felt.

The sound of stopping the battle was like heavenly music to him.

After the two retreated, their bodies swayed, their chests rising and falling violently, panting incessantly, the sound of their panting like the sound of bellows being pulled.

"Ant, consider yourself lucky. If we meet again, I will definitely kill you to avenge my humiliation!"

The young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland gritted his teeth and spoke harshly.

"Hehe, you even know to seek revenge, it seems you haven't forgotten your battered face.

A defeated opponent who was beaten into a pig's head by me, how dare you speak bravely.

Your skin is really thick, daring to utter harsh words and engage in verbal warfare after being beaten in public. I, Hua Yezi, truly admire this shameless ability."

Little Yezi didn't indulge him, and immediately retaliated fiercely when he heard the other party's harsh words.

This mocking immediately enraged the young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, his lungs almost exploding with anger.

His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking, his eyes filled with bloodshot, and his pupils with intense hatred.

"I said you've had enough. What's the use of helpless rage? It will only make people think you're like a monkey jumping up and down, only adding to the laughter."

Little Yezi said with a smile, then walked straight out of the arena.

Despicable!

Extremely despicable!

The young prodigy from the Myriad Tribulation Wasteland was filled with hatred, wishing he could rush up and tear him apart!

Anger and resentment burned wildly in his heart, making him feel as if his body was about to be torn apart by his own hostility.

He had never been ridiculed or provoked like this before!

He had never suffered such humiliation!

He had never been as aggrieved as he was today!

"Adjust your mentality. How could you let a low-realm cultivator from the Divine Ancient World disrupt your state of mind?

You are not inferior to him. It was only due to underestimating the enemy at the beginning that you were injured by him.

Rest assured, they won't be jumping around for long.

Today, they will definitely lose.

If the Junyue Imperial Dynasty loses this gambling battle, Jun Wuxie will be this young master's servant from now on.

You can do whatever you want with his disciples. They are just fish on the chopping board, aren't they at your disposal?"

Jie Xin transmitted his voice to the returning young prodigy of the same clan.

"The young master is right. I really should control my emotions."

"It's just that that guy is really infuriating..."

The young prodigy responded, then sat down cross-legged behind Jie Xin, swallowed two immortal pills, and began to meditate and adjust his breathing.

"Jie Feng, you're up for the second match.

You are the strongest among the four of them.

We drew the first match, failing to secure the first victory.

In this second match, you must win no matter what, and win with the most powerful posture, to reclaim the prestige lost by my Myriad Tribulations Desolate Land, and let these people of Divine Ancient see what a prodigy from a life-forbidden zone is!"

Jie Xin began to call out names, selecting a young man named Jie Feng.

This young man looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, but his actual age was definitely more than that.

He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and was quite handsome. Between his brows, there was a kind of sharp feeling that made people tremble. The whole person was like a divine weapon about to be unsheathed.

"Young master, rest assured. In this match, no matter who comes from the Monarch Moon Dynasty, I will definitely suppress and kill them with the strongest posture, so that the people of Divine Ancient can clearly see the huge difference between them and the prodigies of my Myriad Tribulations Desolate Land!"

Jie Feng vowed confidently, with unparalleled self-assurance.

"Well, don't underestimate the enemy. The lesson of the past is right before our eyes.

If we fall into the same pit twice, we will become a laughing stock."

"Understood, young master. A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit. I will go all out."

As Jie Feng spoke, he walked towards the dueling arena.

After stepping into the arena, he faced Jun Wuhui and the others, with his hands behind his back, his thick black hair flying in the wind.

"Second match, which of you from the Monarch Moon Dynasty will come to die?"

Jie Feng was arrogant. His posture was unparalleled, as if he was saying, 'I am soaring above the world, and the prodigies of Divine Ancient are all trash.' He was undeniably high-profile and undeniably arrogant.