Just as Yuan Zhexian was complaining about his lottery number, a gloomy voice echoed all around.
"Who is this person? Come up on stage and face your death."
After the gloomy voice finished speaking, a person with a ferocious face, cruel eyes, and a sinister aura appeared on the battle platform. The spectators immediately smelled a strong stench of blood from this person.
Upon seeing this person step onto the stage, everyone frowned. This person was the Holy Son of the Immortal Holy Land, Rakshasa Blood Land. He possessed the Blood Fiend Physique, one of the three thousand innate physiques, and was known for his ruthlessness and cruelty. He killed without blinking an eye, and the number of geniuses and prodigies who had died at his hands was at least several hundred, if not a thousand. Moreover, after each death, he would take the soul of the victim as his trophy.
After the Holy Son of Rakshasa Blood Land finished speaking, a person completely wrapped in a black robe flew onto the stage.
"Who is this person? I've never seen him before."
"Alas, this person is unlucky to have encountered the holy son of the Rakshasa Holy Land."
"But I wonder if the Holy Son of the Rakshasa Holy Land will disregard the rules of martial arts for prodigies and monsters and kill this person."
Seeing everyone's regret, the mysterious man in black robes remained unmoved, quietly watching the Rakshasa Saint Son. At this moment, the Rakshasa Saint Son said, "Meeting me is your bad luck. Get out of here, or I will make you wish you were dead."
The mysterious man in black robes then spoke in a deep voice: "You talk too much nonsense."
After speaking, the mysterious figure in black robes made the first move. A sacred weapon radiating an ancient aura appeared in his hand, and he swung it at the Rakshasa Holy Son. The blade emitted a black light, and then a crescent-shaped black blade aura emerged from it. Seeing this, the Rakshasa Holy Son also conjured a blood-red sacred weapon. He swung it forward, and after a flash of blood-red light, a crescent-shaped blood-red blade aura shot towards the black blade aura.
"Bang."
After a loud bang, the two unleashed their sword strikes, which were evenly matched.
The mysterious man in black robes took a step back and said, "Take this." He then swung his right hand forward and then backhand, unleashing a cross-shaped black blade of light that shot swiftly toward the Rakshasa Saint Son.
Then, the Rakshasa Saint Son flew into the void, planting his sword vertically in front of him. His aura surged, gathering spiritual power. He extended his right hand and grasped the sword hilt. He coldly sneered, "Blood Mist Purgatory." At that moment, a crimson mist suddenly appeared around his body, quickly spreading across the entire battle arena.
The mysterious figure in black robes vanished instantly upon striking the red mist with his cross-shaped black blade. The red mist then gradually enveloped the mysterious figure in black robes.
Seeing this, the Rakshasa Saint Son also smiled sinisterly. Then his figure suddenly disappeared.
"tear!"
A figure flashed by, and a long, deep gash appeared on the back of the mysterious man in black robes. The gash was so deep that bone was visible, and blood was flowing out continuously.
"Tear!" Another cut.
The blade struck the mysterious man's arm, the cut so deep it revealed the bone, and blood flowed freely.
The Rakshasa Saint's figure vanished, intending to strike the mysterious black-robed man's head directly. However, when the blade was still thirty centimeters away, the mysterious black-robed man, gripping his holy weapon horizontally, blocked the attack. But due to the Rakshasa Saint's overwhelming power, the mysterious black-robed man was forced to retreat several steps by the force.
The Rakshasa Saint Prince exclaimed in surprise, "You actually managed to withstand my attack in my 'Blood Mist Purgatory'?" However, upon seeing the mysterious black-robed figure covered in blood, with blood continuously dripping from his body, he gave a sinister smile. He then licked the blood off the blade, his face contorted with excited laughter, "Hehehe! So delicious, so delicious! I haven't tasted the blood of a powerful being in so long. You're truly remarkable, actually managing to withstand my attack in my Blood Mist Purgatory. As a reward, I will craft your soul into my most powerful Yin Spirit. Hehehe!"
The onlookers found it extremely malicious, wondering what kind of peculiar fetish this person had. However, they still highly recognized the strength of the Rakshasa Saint Son, after all, his talent was that of a near-forbidden prodigy, and his cultivation level had reached the ninth stage of the Dao Body Realm.
The mysterious man in black robes remained silent and calm, though a hint of killing intent flickered in his eyes.
Then, his spiritual power surged, and he gripped his sword in his right hand, pointing it towards the sky. Suddenly, a huge dark cloud appeared in the sky, crackling with lightning. Then he shouted, "Devouring Heaven Technique!"
"What?" Yuan Zhexian exclaimed in surprise.
Yuan Zhexian still remembered this technique; wasn't that the move used by the elder of the Celestial Clan who fought against him in the Tianlan Realm? How come this person also knows it? Could it be that this person is a member of the Celestial Clan?
Yuan Zhexian never expected that in less than ten days, he would encounter the magic of the Celestial Clan again.
At this moment, after the mysterious man in black robes unleashed the "Devouring Heaven Technique," the giant dark cloud crackling with lightning began to spin. It then slowly devoured the red blood mist of the Rakshasa Saint Son.
Seeing his Blood Mist Purgatory being devoured, the Rakshasa Saint Son immediately gathered all his spiritual power, his hands forming hand seals, and then he uttered in a sinister voice, "Blood Nether Souls." This was a vicious technique the Rakshasa Saint Son used to refine the souls of those prodigies and geniuses he had slain into vengeful spirits for his own use. A red vortex then appeared behind the Rakshasa Saint Son. From within the vortex floated hundreds upon hundreds of red vengeful spirits. The Rakshasa Saint Son then manipulated these red vengeful spirits, sending them flying towards the center of the massive dark cloud.
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