He turned and walked towards the direction of the passage.

At this moment, all the seats in the arena were occupied, and many forces from outside the city came to watch, wanting to see this perfect feat that no one had accomplished in nearly three hundred years.

Could it be Chen Mo who breaks this situation?

In one of the ancestral chambers with the character "天" (tian).

A young man was toying with a string of spirit beads in his hand, his gaze fixed on Chen Mo, his expression full of disdain.

"So, is everything arranged yet?"

"I must make sure the Great Sage is in top condition for me. I've staked everything I have on this final duel."

"If anything unexpected happens, you'll all die together..."

The cold voice echoed in the coffin, and the faces of the guards around it turned noticeably grim.

After a moment of silence, a woman slowly walked into the spirit box. She was dressed in a black qilin dress, her expression was calm, but her beautiful eyes seemed to speak volumes.

Her pair of proud little white breasts attracted even more attention, and she walked directly towards the young man.

Then, in front of everyone, he sat down right next to them.

Before anyone else could react, a soft, seductive voice slowly rang out.

"This is the territory of the Fengyun Imperial Palace."

"Aren't you afraid of causing problems by being so high-profile?"

These words were spoken.

A smile appeared on Yun Bozhi's face, his confidence undisguised.

"The Imperial Palace of Wind and Cloud?"

"Does he dare to touch me?"

"The fact that I'm allowed to come to this imperial city is a favor to him."

As he spoke, his gaze also fell upon Mo Yunyun beside him.

"Have you forgotten whose side you're on?"

"I'm putting my words on the table today."

"Even if the Palace Master of the Fengyun Imperial Palace came, no one could touch me."

Seeing Yun Bozhi's arrogant expression, Mo Yunyun quickly realized something.

I had already heard rumors when I was in the Cloud Heaven Imperial Palace that several of the Supreme Elders in the palace had emerged from seclusion.

The death trap from a thousand years ago was filled with beings at the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm.

Now that so much time has passed and they've successfully overcome this, it can only mean one thing.

Have you entered the realm of the gods?

Thinking of this, Mo Yunyun's beautiful eyes furrowed slightly, after all, she knew a little about the strength of the Yuntian Imperial Palace before.

Even within the imperial palace of the entire divine world, it is considered to have a relatively strong foundation.

Now, with more than five Divine Realm experts, its status far surpasses what it was before.

Only those above the Divine Realm can be considered true powerhouses.

No wonder Yun Bozhi dared to be so arrogant in the Fengyun Imperial Palace. He not only disregarded the Fenglinghu lineage, but also the Imperial Palace itself.

Upon realizing this, Mo Yunyun understood that this arena was nothing more than a facade.

Yun Bozhi's real purpose was still to obtain those resources.

With such a strong foundation, even if he loses, as long as he brings out the Cloud Heaven Imperial Palace, no one can do anything to him.

Without saying another word, Mo Yunyun's gaze also turned towards the arena.

For some reason, she could feel a sense of familiarity at just one glance.

"who is he..."

"Why does such a dense aura of darkness emanate from you..."

"Is it related to the ancient Black Temple...?"

After less than half an hour of rest, the crowd in the arena was clearly getting impatient.

Watching a fight at this level is an agonizing experience, every moment feels like an ordeal.

This is the pain of waiting.

Before anyone else could react, a loud footstep slowly echoed from the passage not far away.

In an instant, everyone's gaze turned toward the passage, eager to know what kind of formidable figure would appear at the final showdown of the gladiatorial contest.

Soon, a figure with a completely white body slowly walked out beside the elder in charge. However, judging from his figure, he did not exude the same oppressive aura as the nine-headed lion.

However, its sharp eyes and the bulging veins all over its body clearly showed that this ferocious beast was pursuing a path of physical training.

It is very different from the nine-headed lion.

The white ape arrived at the edge of the arena and, without the slightest hesitation, walked directly toward the stage.

His gaze fell on Chen Mo, whose expression remained calm and composed, as if the final outcome had been decided from the very beginning.

As soon as people saw the figure on the stage, they began placing bets throughout the arena.

Compared to before, the proportion that fell on Chen Mo this time was significantly less.

Many people are also secretly inquiring about information about this white spirit ape.

"What's going on? Others have seen Chen Mo's methods and strength before, so why are so many people betting on this white spirit ape this time?"

"Damn! Brother, you're really brave! You don't know that this guy is the Great Sage, the Fighting Saint Ape who swept through the neighboring Southern Region!"

"He has already subdued quite a few arenas! I admit that Silent has some skills, and it is already extremely difficult for him to persist in the Wind and Cloud Arena for so long, but compared to this one, he is still far inferior."

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