"Gladiator fight? What does that mean?"

"Individual combat?"

"What kind of gladiatorial combat is it? And who are you fighting?"

...

Like a stone thrown into a still pond, a single remark by the unfamiliar palace guard sparked a heated discussion among the crowd.

The palace guard who sparked the discussion simply watched the commotion without uttering a word.

He formed a complex hand seal, which then transformed into a huge circle that enveloped the entire area.

A gladiator appeared out of thin air, and everyone stood on it, rising up along with the arena.

Just as they were about to reach the highest point in the hall, suddenly, a beam of light shone down, and the roof of the hall vanished into thin air, revealing the dark sky unique to the Demon Realm to everyone.

"Ahhh! I'm suspended in mid-air!"

Someone ran to the edge of the arena, looked down, and let out a pig-like scream.

Everyone heard his words and rushed to the edge to check the situation.

Lu Zhaozhao also followed the flow of people to the edge and looked down.

The arena had risen very high, even offering a panoramic view of the Ming Palace. Lu Zhaozhao looked at the palace guard, whose figure was already blurred and whose face was indistinct, but Lu Zhaozhao inexplicably felt that his face should be carrying a mocking sneer.

Just as she was trying to figure out where this unnatural feeling came from, she suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented. She couldn't think of anything else and could only instinctively grab the railing next to her.

The ground cracked open, dividing into several independent modules, and Lu Zhaozhao was in one of them.

At first glance, the number of people standing on each piece was roughly the same. Then, the cracks widened and the pieces separated completely.

What does this mean? Lu Zhaozhao glanced at the palace guard, puzzled.

Before they could even stand firmly, a deep voice rang out: "The first trial of the gladiatorial combat will begin in a quarter of an hour. The last contestant remaining on each platform will be the winner. Those who are knocked down may attack all platforms present. If any platform has more than one contestant remaining after an incense stick has burned, the remaining contestants will then compete to determine the final winner."

As soon as he finished speaking, several sections of the platform simultaneously exploded with a loud bang.

Many contestants were drawn to the loud noises, and Lu Zhaozhao was no exception.

She looked at the section of the slab closest to her, which was still filled with billowing smoke and dust.

As the wind blew and the smoke cleared, only a single figure remained on the plate.

All the contestants around him turned their attention to him, and many secretly speculated about his identity.

Lu Zhaozhao felt that this person looked familiar, but his head had now transformed into a beast shape, with two long horns on his forehead that obscured his original face.

"Jie Yi, you went too far."

Nan Rongrui's voice drifted over from afar, carrying a hint of mockery.

Jie Yi? One of the Eight Clans? As Lu Zhaozhao was pondering this, someone next to her recognized him and called out before she could.

"It's a scheme, a scheme to eliminate the descendants of the swindler!"

Ji Meng!

These two words are very familiar to other demons.

The Jimeng clan, one of the eight clans, are descendants of the dragon clan and control the power of wind and thunder, possessing exceptional offensive capabilities!

Therefore, the explosion just now must have been the lightning spell cast by Jie Yi.

Lu Zhaozhao looked down at the section where Jie Yi was located. The other contestants he had knocked down were covered in charred bodies and lay on the ground, unable to get up. It was unclear whether they were seriously injured or in more serious condition.

"Those people he shot down, what happened to them...?"

Someone asked what Lu Zhaozhao was thinking. Jie Yi glanced at the person who asked the question, which made him shrink back in fright. Then he said disdainfully, "He left himself with a breath."

After a while, as if he had thought of something, he laughed maliciously: "But they might be missing something when they wake up."

The onlookers were terrified; his words were tantamount to a death sentence for the defeated.

If a person's body is damaged beyond repair after being struck by lightning, they will become a cripple and will never be able to cultivate again.

Within the western borders, under the ironclad rule of the survival of the fittest, life after becoming a cripple is even worse than dying on the spot.

Enjoying the fearful and apprehensive looks from those around him, Jie Yi walked around the plate with his head held high and shouted, "I'm right here! Anyone who dares to challenge me, come and try!"

Such domineering words, coupled with the attack just now, are undoubtedly the greatest deterrent.

The contestants who were near him quickly moved away, afraid of being targeted by him.

Admittedly, this is the quickest way.

Many participants adopted his approach, and sparks flew.

Outside the arena, the palace guard coldly observed the scene inside, and upon seeing this, he turned to look at the Ji Meng tribe commander in the seat.

"They say a son resembles his father, and your son's style is exactly like yours."

His words were unfriendly, but the Ji Meng tribe commander he pointed at only snorted coldly: "Lord Palace Guardian is already dissatisfied? Then there's plenty of room for you to be angry later."

Off the field, undercurrents surged; inside, the air crackled with tension.

Lu Zhaozhao bit her lip and glanced at Xie Yi before turning her gaze back to her own section.

There were fifty participants in total, divided into ten sections, with five participants in each section, and only one remaining.

The other four contestants she faced were all unfamiliar faces.

Clearly, the four contestants already knew that Lu Zhaozhao, who was using the alias Guan Nan, was from the Nüba sect. Naturally, the four of them formed an alliance and planned to defeat the strongest one first.

Lu Zhaozhao saw through their thoughts and gave a slight smirk.

Needless to say, the best way is to just take action.

In a flash, the bamboo sword was drawn, the scriptures hidden within, emitting a faint golden light.

With a single sword strike, he grazed past an opponent, instantly inflicting a severe injury.

"Ah! Ahhh! My hand!"

He roared as he fell to the ground.

The scripture's unique attack on demons prevents them from recovering from the burns. In addition, while being burned by heavenly fire during body tempering, Lu Zhaozhao refined the heavenly fire that had entered her body and covered the sword with it, making its power even stronger.

One was dealt with decisively, and the other three looked terrified. They exchanged glances and rushed forward together.

Lu Zhaozhao sheathed her sword, flicked out heavenly fire with the tip of her left finger, wrote a character and gently tapped it. A small explosion rang out among the three contestants who ran over.

Fire was burning around the entire area, with one person standing in the middle and four others lying on the ground.

"What is that?" The Ji Meng tribe commander, who was watching the arena, sensed something was wrong. "Whose skill is this?"

He looked around and realized that it was clearly not one of the eight clans present, but such terrifying power could not possibly be possessed by some unknown clan.

The Yupei tribe commander, who had just returned from the border a few days ago, squinted and said in an unfriendly tone, "It looks like the technique of the bald men from the Northern Region."

"Oh? The Northern Region? Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Changyu Languan added fuel to the fire.

The impatient Di tribe commander slammed his hand on the chair and stood up, asking urgently, "She's human?"

All eyes were on the Yupei tribe leader, waiting for him to deliver his verdict.

The Yupei tribe commander narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness in them, and stared intently at the scene.