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Bang!
The red talisman treasure, the Spirit Sword, was crushed directly by Zhao Yu's claw.
Chang Xuanzhen's smile froze, and a trace of fear flickered in his eyes, "How is this possible? That was a talisman treasure. Even if its power has been largely depleted, it's not sothing a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator should be able to contend with!! Could he possibly be a seventh-order Body Refinent cultivator?"
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yu appeared in front of Chang Xuanzhen, and his fist thundered towards Chang Xuanzhen's chest.
Chang Xuanzhen had just used all his strength to activate the superior talisman treasure and was now barely able to summon a white Spiritual Shield to protect himself.
Clang!
Accompanied by a terrifyingly loud noise, Zhao Yu's punch shattered the white Spiritual Shield.
Chang Xuanzhen's eyes shone with unwavering light as he bellowed, "I am Chang Xuanzhen of the Myriad Beasts Sect, who are you?"
Bang!
Zhao Yu's punch landed on Chang Xuanzhen's head, shattering his skull.
The mont Chang Xuanzhen died, the Demonic-Fox with blood-red demonic patterns stiffened, spraying a mouthful of blood, and was gravely injured.
The White Ghost Emperor stepped forward and smashed the Demonic-Fox's head with a claw, then took the opportunity to devour its soul.
"I am... Ah, never mind! You're better off as a stupid ghost that knows nothing!"
Zhao Yu glanced at Chang Xuanzhen's corpse, still very cautious not to reveal his own information.
The White Ghost Emperor ca over, devoured Chang Xuanzhen's soul, and with the power of Zhao Yu's Dao Fruit devouring, gained all of his mories.
"Indeed, he is Chang Xuanzhen, the True Disciple of the Myriad Beasts Sect, his cultivation is based on the Sect-protecting Cultivation Technique, the Myriad Beasts Heart Sutra. This Sutra can accelerate the cultivation of various Spirit Beasts, its might is stronger than that of the Beast Taming Sect's Sect-protecting Cultivation Technique!
It's a pity that this technique also only reaches up to the Golden Core Great Perfection Stage."
"Aside from the Myriad Beasts Heart Sutra, the most precious knowledge Chang Xuanzhen held was the knowledge of cultivating various magical beasts. The Myriad Beasts Sect's understanding of magical and Spirit Beasts far exceeds that of the Beast Taming Sect. But that's normal, after all, one is a God Transformation Grand Sect, the other is just a Golden Core Sect."
"He had fifteen Foundation Establishnt Fruits in his hands, twenty-three talisman treasures, and a large number of rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. It seems he has killed quite a few Foundation Establishnt Cultivators."
After tallying up his spoils of war, Zhao Yu continued towards the Spirit Arena situated in the center of the Heaven-reaching White Tower.
Three days later, a vast plain appeared before Zhao Yu's eyes.
In the center of that plain sat an enormous Spirit Arena, in front of which stood a jade stele detailing the rules of the competition and a countdown tir.
Behind the Spirit Arena was a jade platform where a Dragon's Wort the size of a fist, resembling a piece of Spirit Jade, was soaring.
A fervent look flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes, "The Hundred-Year Dragon's Wort Gensing, a legendary heavenly material mixed with real dragon blood that fell to the earth, rging with a ginseng, born after a millennium, capable of improving the chances of Condensing a Nascent Soul by ten percent! Only a treasure that can grow in a Fourth-Order Spiritual Vein. I must obtain this treasure at all costs!!"
If the Hundred-Year Dragon's Wort Gensing fell into Zhao Yu's hands, once he found a Fourth-Order Spiritual Vein, he could plant this treasure within it.
At that mont, there was not a single person in the sky above the Spirit Arena; all the Foundation Establishnt Cultivators from the various realms were searching for opportunities around, hunting other cultivators, and dared not to ascend the arena easily.
Once a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator stepped into the arena, it ant he might face many cultivators in a relentless series of battles. If he could not demonstrate overwhelming combat power, there would be a continuous stream of cultivators challenging him.
"There's still more than three months left, I'll go up first. Otherwise, if soone occupies the Spirit Arena and snatches the challenge qualification, that would be troubleso."
Each day, only one person could challenge the Spirit Arena. After the challenge ended, the victor could rest for a day. It was also possible to prevent outsiders from challenging by having one person step up and consu the challenge opportunity.
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Zhao Yu lightly tapped the ground with his foot and vaulted onto the Spirit Arena, proclaiming loudly, "I am Chang Xuanzhen, a True Disciple of the Myriad Beasts Sect from the Cangfeng Realm. I am determined to possess this ten-thousand-year-old Yulong Xuansen, and whosoever ascends this Spirit Arena shall be my enemy, with only a path to death ahead of them!"
"Chang Xuanzhen of the Cangfeng Realm!"
"Soone has actually dared to climb onto the Spirit Arena now, he must be extrely powerful!"
"Could he also possess the fighting strength of a Golden Core Level?"
"....."
Those Foundation Establishnt Cultivators lurking nearby all saw Zhao Yu on the Spirit Arena through their various ans and were all slightly startled.
More than a hundred days remained until the disappearance of the Spirit Arena, aning Zhao Yu might have to face a succession of battles against over a hundred Foundation Establishnt Cultivators. Any Foundation Establishnt Cultivator who could make it this far was an elite from various domains, and at the very least, they each possessed a Talisman Treasure.
To face challenges from so many cultivators, even if it were just one a day, was still exceedingly dangerous.
"Chang Xuanzhen of the Cangfeng Realm? An interesting fellow. Was Chang Xuanzhen killed by him? That being the case, this guy must possess the fighting strength of the Golden Core Level!"
Fang Linghai was also drawn over and watched the Spirit Arena from a distance, pondering.
Following Fang Linghai were thirteen Foundation Establishnt Great Perfection Cultivators, each with a very unpleasant expression on their face.
"Let's go! The ti has not yet co!"
At Fang Linghai's command, he led the thirteen subdued subordinates to continue searching for other Foundation Establishnt Great Perfection Cultivators.
The Foundation Establishnt Cultivators were all watching and waiting for an opportunity, wary of each other, and dared not make their move lightly.
One month later.
A tall, handso cultivator dressed in black, with an extraordinary aura and holding a Spirit Sword, strode towards the Spirit Arena.
"Chang Tai of the Mingyuan Sect has co to challenge. I humbly request your guidance!"
As the cultivator's voice rose, a terrifying aura of a Foundation Establishnt Great Perfection Level surged up, and he leaped towards the Spirit Arena.
Zhao Yu opened his eyes, and from the shadows behind him, a form writhed. The White Ghost Emperor flew out from his shadow, its mouth splitting open to reveal sharp serrated teeth, grinned ferociously, and suddenly lunged at Chang Tai.
"An Evil Ghost?"
Chang Tai's expression tightened as he imdiately produced two Evil-Suppressing Talismans. Two beams of Evil-Suppressing Pure Light burst forth towards the White Ghost Emperor but swept through thin air.
The White Ghost Emperor appeared behind Chang Tai in an instant, reaching out a claw to snatch off Chang Tai's head and casually tossing it aside.
After killing Chang Tai in seconds, the White Ghost Emperor stood quietly beside Zhao Yu, flashing a fierce and cruel smile towards the surrounding forest.
"A Third-order Evil Ghost!! So that's his trump card!!"
"How can a disciple of the Myriad Beasts Sect command a Third-order Evil Ghost?"
"Why is that Third-order Evil Ghost so powerful? Could it be the legendary Spirit Ghost from among the kings of a hundred ghosts?"
"....."
Upon seeing the White Ghost Emperor guarding Zhao Yu, a serious look flashed across the eyes of those Foundation Establishnt Cultivators hidden throughout the forest. Many of them were no match for the White Ghost Emperor, and rashly stepping onto the arena would only lead them to a dead end.
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