Dragon-Blooded War God

At the same time, his sword turned into an illusion, turning into a huge umbrella that wrapped around him!

Whoosh!

A huge amount of roaring Nine Devils Ancestral Fire poured down, drowning out the Yellow River Sword King. In the beginning, the sword illusions forced the Nine Devils Ancestral Fire out, but tragedy soon struck!

Although it was only Mo Xiaolang’s clone controlling the Nine Devils Ancestral Fire, it was very powerful. It was ancient fire after all; how could the Yellow River Sword King hide from it just by waving his sword? Even Zhao Danchen dared not touch the flames when he last encountered them, choosing to run away!

“Ahhh!” An earth-shattering scream came from within the burning flames, sending chills down everyone’s spines. The Martial Alliance members initially wanted to save him, but they were too late. When the fire died down, only a black ice sculpture, so intricate that it looked alive, remained at the spot where the Yellow River Sword King used to be. The sculpture was him.

Everyone felt a chill in their core. His face was frozen in a screaming expression, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were fixed in the direction of the Sun Devouring Wolf. They could even see the disbelief in his eyes!

That was the might of the Nine Devils Ancestral Fire!

Other than Zhao Danchen, no one in the Martial Alliance had expected this to happen.

As everyone stared in shock, Xiaolang gently landed on the ground and retracted his demonic clone. He then returned to his human form, and after glancing approvingly at his work with his pure and calm eyes, he returned to Long Chen’s side without saying a word.

When Mo Xiaolang received Long Chen’s affirmation, he smiled and said, “After being with you for so long, wouldn’t I embarrass you if I couldn’t even beat a First Earthly Martial Stage cultivator?”

Every Martial Alliance member’s expression darkened when they heard the brazen conversation between them. The Yellow River Sword King’s body, which still stood in front of them, was the biggest blow to them. They had been smug from the moment they arrived, but after losing the first duel, they felt like they had been slapped across the face.

“That didn’t count! This is supposed to be a duel between humans; how could they send a demonic beast?!” someone from the Martial Alliance said indignantly.

“Shut your mouth!” yelled Yang Ningfeng. They had lost the first duel, and he was feeling the heat. The next duel was crucial. The Martial Alliance only had to win one of the first two duels to win the battle. If they won the second round, then they would win the bet, though the same could be said for the other side. As for the third duel—who even thought it would happen?

This was just a method they were using to mock the Battle clan.

Zhao Danchen glared at him coldly and said, “Don’t embarrass us. Begin the second duel!”

Then he gently stepped on the ground, and the black ice sculpture turned into black ice shavings. Soon, they melted into a puddle of water.

Zhao Danchen was unquestionably vicious.

“Seventh Brother, I’ve got to say that sending Xiaolang was the right choice. He has gotten us our first point! Good one!” Lei Zhen could not help but give them a thumbs up.

They had won the first round, so everyone was in a good mood. They only had to hold on for the second round, and the Battle clan would win. This meant that they would likely avoid war and the Martial Alliance would be forced to leave empty-handed.

Everything was up to Jiang Wuya now.

All eyes were on Jiang Wuya. Long Chen said, “Second Brother, do your best, but remember that staying alive is the most important thing. If you can’t do it, just admit defeat and I’ll try my luck in the third round!”

Long Chen was hoping that there would be no need for a third round. He would only risk his life if there was no other choice.

“There will be no need for a third round. If any one of us goes for the third round, we’ll only be giving Yang Ningfeng a chance to kill us. Don’t worry, I will surely win this!” Jiang Wuya said with determination. He nodded at the group, then he turned and casually walked into the ring.

Jiang Wuya was the only Second Earthly Martial Stage from the Battle clan’s side, so the Martial Alliance knew that he would be sent forward.

When he arrived in the center, Jiang Wuya’s gaze swept across their group and he asked, “Who’s coming?”

Yang Ningfeng’s lips curled into a cold smirk. He waved and said, “Jiang Kun, you go!”

This time, he sounded much more confident.

“Jiang Kun?” Long Chen had never heard of him before. One of the four Martial Saints stepped forward. Although he was also wearing golden-yellow robes, perhaps due to their age, they looked quite tattered.

“Jiang Kun? He’s considered a mysterious Martial Saint, and it is very rare for him to make an appearance. I hear that he’s very powerful, but no one has ever seen him before. He has a nickname—Martial Lunatic!”

Martial Lunatic, Jiang Kun!

Anyone who had a nickname like that was sure to have something extraordinary about them. Long Chen’s brows furrowed as he sensed a thick, bloody aura coming from Jiang Kun. The bloody aura coming from Long Chen was from the Ancient Bloodsoul Dragon, while Jiang Lun’s aura was filled with pure violence.

Jiang Kun, who looked like a beggar with his disheveled hair, stood twenty meters away from Jiang Wuya. His eyes were glazed and his mouth was slightly agape, resembling a walking corpse. Everyone was privately shaken by his dead appearance.

“Jiang Kun?” Jiang Wuya’s eyebrows were furrowed too. He knew the least about Jiang Kun out of the four Martial Saints.

The two of them entered their battle stances. The man named Jiang Kun looked up and stared a little woodenly at Jiang Wuya. Suddenly, killing intent erupted from him!

Whoosh!

Jiang Kun exhaled a white mist and clenched his fists!

Jiang Wuya was not scared, as he also practiced a fist technique. Jiang Wuya’s best attack was the Ancient Demon Domain’s Ancient Demon Punch, and he was much better at it than Jiang Wushang.

His fingers curled into a fist!

The flow of essence sped up within his body!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, both parties moved at the same time and collided in the next second. Then they started their storm of attacks!

Jiang Wuya’s Ancient Demon Punch was a very powerful fist technique that focused on strength. On the other hand, a gray mist flowed across Jiang Kun’s body, and he utilized a very strange punching technique! The battle between them suddenly intensified due to Jiang Kun’s crazed manner! In just a few seconds, they had already exchanged dozens of attacks!

Boom!

Their fists collided and they both separated, then they quickly fought again!

The dynamic was imbalanced between Xiaolang and the Yellow River Sword King, so the winner had been determined very quickly. However, this battle looked like a stalemate.

“Ancient Demon Punch, Layered Demon Shadow!”

During the battle, Jiang Wuya’s expression was calm. When he had the slight upper hand, he quickly retracted his fist and punched. Behind him, the gust of wind that came with his punch turned into an illusory image as the earth-shattering punch flew towards Jiang Kun!

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

The wind left behind a trail of explosions. Although Earthly Martial Realm battles were not very dramatic, the might of a punch could not be underestimated!

“Soul Confusion Step!” There were several whooshes while Jiang Kun quickly moved with his head down. He dodged left and right in front of Jiang Wuya, so the latter’s powerful punch landed on nothing. Despite this, Jiang Kun was still not the winner!

The battle continued to intensify.

“The Martial Alliance decided to send Jiang Kun forward instead of the other three Martial Saints. There must be something different with him. But what is it?” Long Chen observed Jiang Kun’s fight carefully but could not find anything. Although he was indeed powerful, there was nothing shocking about him!

“Second Brother seems to be dealing with his attacks just fine. What’s going on?” Although it looked like it was a draw, Jiang Wuya had a subtle upper hand in this battle.

On the other side, Yang Ningfeng’s brows were slightly furrowed. He thought to himself, Jiang Wuya is much stronger than I expected. I thought he was only average, but he is actually close to the Third Earthly Martial Stage. He just lacks an opportunity to advance. It looks like I’m going to lose Jiang Kun this time …

Just as Yang Ningfeng thought this, Jiang Wuya had successfully suppressed Jiang Kun, who was still raining down attacks. Both of them were very strong, but Jiang Wuya was slightly better!

The closer he got to victory, the more careful he became!

“Ancient Demon Punch, Swallowing Heaven and Earth!” Jiang Wuya took a deep breath, and essence surged through his eighteen Martial Veins. He threw a punch, and the image of the Ancient Demon appeared behind him one more time. This time, a gigantic mouth appeared!

Along with Jiang Wuya’s punch, the mouth flew together with the shadow of his fist. This punch looked like a black whirlpool flying towards his opponent!

“Die!” Jiang Kun had no intention of retreating in the face of an attack like that. Just like Jiang Wuya, he threw a punch at him. It looked normal, but it contained all the essence in his body!

“Heaven Soaring Punch!”

This punch was powerful. Like a mighty stallion, Jiang Kun collided with Jiang Wuya’s attack!

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