"Huh! What's going on with Lin Zhenchuan? Why is he fighting alone? Is Xue Wushuang just a cloud of air?"

"Strange, how did the Great Zhou Dynasty arrange this? Is it going to be a one-man battle?"

"Alas! People's hearts have changed so much! What a shady deal! I never imagined that the Great Zhou Dynasty would be so biased towards the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land!"

“... ... ..."

Some powerful seniors in the square watched the battle on the light screen with solemn expressions.

"What a strange talent! There's a big secret hidden in Xue Wushuang!"

"Strange, why can I always smell a very unpleasant ancient creature's scent even through a space? The Blood Demon Palace truly lives up to its reputation as a demonic sect; their cultivation methods are incredibly bizarre!"

“.. ..”

The old man and the middle-aged man in the void both looked at Lin Xiao in the light screen with surprise.

"This kid has talent; he even knows how to use such methods to deal with things. Not bad, not bad at all. He's suitable to join my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion!"

"Hmph! What is your Myriad Swords Pavilion? A talent like Lin Xiao should join my War God Palace!"

The two, who had just been quiet in the void, started fighting again.

This time, their battle caused quite a stir, even attracting the attention of the semi-saints and saints outside.

However, many people did not act rashly, as they all sensed a deadly aura emanating from this aura.

... ... ...

Inside the arena, Xue Wushuang now had several more hideous wounds on his body.

A few strands of white hair had already appeared at his temples.

"How... how is this possible? My talent has actually failed?" Xue Wushuang asked in horror.

Just now, Lin Xiao seemed to be able to see his attack, accurately dodging and counterattacking.

"Brother Xue, shall we sign a life-or-death pact?"

"Your talent is quite remarkable, and the things within you are also quite impressive. I'd like to possess them all. I wonder if you could give me a chance?"