"What are you muttering to yourself, kid?"
The Celestial Saint Lord glanced indifferently at Han Yijian.
Han Yijian quickly composed himself and smiled apologetically.
"It's nothing, haha, I'm just a little nervous."
Han Yijian coughed a few times.
"Hmph, I bet you wouldn't dare speak ill of me in your heart."
The Celestial Saint Lord glanced at Han Yijian indifferently, then turned his head to look at the arena.
At this moment, the fire qilin still stood on the platform, its mouth open, the flames carrying a strong resentment and killing intent, making people shiver.
One minute, two minutes...
Time passed slowly, but Xu Xiwang still hadn't appeared.
Everyone thought that Xu Xiwang might have already perished, right?
After all, the difference in attack strength between the two was too great.
Xu Qingfeng sighed and turned to leave.
A sinister smile crept across Zhou Feng's lips.
But gradually, Zhou Feng's face became more and more ferocious, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he seemed to have fallen into a state of madness.
Suddenly, Zhou Feng looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, a shrill scream that rang out in the sky.
The fire qilin raised its head and roared. A blood-red spear pierced through its belly, and blood gushed out, staining the entire qilin's body red.
A mournful cry echoed across the sky.
"Bang~"
The massive body of the fire qilin collapsed with a crash, turning into a sky full of sparks.
"Phew~"
Xu Xiwang emerged from the raging flames, exhaling a breath of stale air. His robes were mostly burned by the flames, making him look rather disheveled.
The Celestial Saint King slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them.
"Han Yijian, my 5 billion, at a ratio of 1 to 500, will win 2.5 trillion. Have that kid give me the money in a bit."
He looked at Xu Xiwang and said calmly.
Han Yijian's lips twitched slightly. Old man, didn't you deny it just now?
Why are you saying this now?
Two trillion and five hundred billion? Why don't you skin that kid alive?
Han Yijian glanced at the young man who had opened the gambling table. He was a top-tier expert ranked in the teens on the potential list, and he saw that the young man was trembling all over.
He originally wanted to make a fortune from this, but if Xu Xiwang had won, he wouldn't have been able to afford to pay back the money even if he were killed!
"Zhou Feng, is that all you've got? You're not much better than your good-for-nothing brother. It seems your title of genius is just an empty boast!"
Xu Xiwang looked at Zhou Feng indifferently.
Zhou Feng's face alternated between pale and flushed as he sensed Xu Xiwang's aura constantly shifting, sometimes stronger than a tiger, sometimes weaker than a sheep.
Therefore, he felt somewhat confident. "You've surprised me, but you're already at your limit. I'm afraid you can't even withstand one of my attacks. Admit defeat. Kneel down and beg for mercy, and I'll spare your life! Losing to me isn't shameful."
Xu Xiwang smiled contemptuously upon hearing this, "Zhou Feng, I will shatter your arrogance and pride with my spear today!"
After saying that, he took a step forward with his right foot, and an overwhelming killing intent swept around.
As if drawn by a force, the dark clouds in the sky converged towards Xu Xiwang, eventually transforming into a colossal spear that cleaved straight down towards Zhou Feng's head.
"Boom~"
The temperature between heaven and earth suddenly rose.
Zhou Feng's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly swung his halberd.
The flames on the halberd tip transformed into a giant crimson fire spear, meeting the massive spear shadow head-on.
"Click~"
With a crisp sound, the giant flaming spear was shattered by a single thrust, while the towering spear remained undamaged and continued to smash down towards Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng's pupils contracted, and he quickly raised his halberd to defend himself.
"Bang!"
A deafening explosion echoed between heaven and earth.
"Pfft~"
Zhou Feng coughed up blood and flew backward.
The colossal spear continued its relentless strike, slamming into Zhou Feng's body and slamming him into the ground. A deep crater split several meters wide, sending up a cloud of dust. Zhou Feng's fate remained unknown.
Xu Xiwang quickly moved to Zhou Feng's location and looked down into the deep pit.
Zhou Feng collapsed at the bottom of the pit, his body charred black, his clothes torn and tattered, revealing his chest, where several bones were broken. He was seriously injured and barely breathing.
If it weren't for the peculiar nature of Zhou Feng's cultivation technique, he would probably have died long ago.
Zhou Feng struggled to lift his head, opening and closing his mouth several times, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Xu Xiwang's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Zhou Feng, is this all you've got? I'm truly ashamed for you!"
"Xu Xiwang has won this battle."
The referee's voice brought the Dragon Palace students to their senses.
Xu Xiwang was hiding his true intentions so well?
Even Zhou Feng was no match for him!
He's only been in the Dragon Palace for a short time!
How many years has Zhou Feng been cultivating at the Dragon Mansion?
Moreover, Zhou Feng was a core disciple with outstanding talent, yet he was defeated by Xu Xiwang in one move!
The Heavenly Saint Lord looked at Zhou Feng, who was on the verge of death in the deep pit, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
This kid is progressing really fast, but training him has cost too much. If the lord of the manor hadn't spoken up, no one else would have been able to afford to support him.
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