"It's done!"

Ling Xiao stopped what he was doing: "Senior Tuoba, it's done, you can quietly use the power of the saint.

But don't get caught.

There are some elixirs here, take them.

Today, it is my turn to take this challenge.

If I lose, I still hope that senior will take action."

"Don't worry, I won't let you die."

Tuoba Zhan used the power of the saint, and he was able to move forward without any hindrance.

I was very excited.

I didn't expect that a little kid from outside would have such ability. It was really shocking.

Ling Xiao also specially arranged a holy pattern array to shield energy.

Prevent Tuoba Zhan’s aura from being discovered by others.

"These outsiders are too useless."

"That's right, it seems that our Desolate race is the strongest race, and the human race is useless."

"That's right, humans are so small, what use can they be? They are simply vulnerable."

In the stands, those from the Desolate Clan let out triumphant shouts.

Although it is said that martial arts is ruthless.

But he casually makes fun of other people's lives.

It seemed so happy to them.

In this case, Ling Xiao would let them see if he felt sad when he was killed.

"It's your turn, kid!"

At this time, Ling Xiao's cell door opened.

A voice came from outside.【1】

【6】

【6】

【Small】

【explain】

Ling Xiao showed a cruel smile.

Went out.

No matter what, let's win a hundred games first and see.

Let’s see what the Desolate tribe does.

Ling Xiao walked out of the cell.

Came outside.

The death arena is really huge.

There must be millions of people in the auditorium alone.

"No matter what time, strength comes first.

Without strength, you are nothing.”

Ling Xiao took a deep breath.

Walked towards the center of the death arena.

This is not the first time he has seen the Desolate Clan.

However, even though they are both royal families, there are still differences between them.

The ones I saw last time were actually the mutated human beings.

And this time, it may be the original Desolate tribe.

In this world, there are many strange races.

It is by no means as simple as the Twelve Blessed Lands on the surface.

In the blessed land of life, there are nine sacred areas.

Warriors outside the sanctuary are generally weak.

But the Desolate tribe is an exception.

Perhaps, there are existences similar to the Desolate Clan.

They may be hidden in a small, isolated world, unknown to outsiders.

"Such a young peak spirit emperor? Much younger than those before."

“And this guy’s attitude is different too.

Others are trembling with fear, but he is actually smiling?"

"I guess he is a genius among the human race. It is normal to be arrogant."

"Hmph, no matter who the genius is, in a real fight, they are all the same trash!"

In the stands, the high-ranking nobles were talking a lot.

"Roar!"

A roar came.

What came out from the other side was a giant direwolf.

However, the strength of this giant ice wolf is that of a peak spiritual emperor.

Much stronger than the previous one.

The direwolf roared horribly.

He rushed towards Ling Xiao.

"kill him!"

"Kill that arrogant guy!"

"Kill him!"

Because Ling Xiao's attitude is very arrogant.

Therefore, the Desolate tribe was very unhappy with him.

Everyone roared.

However, the next moment, they all became mute.

Ling Xiao stood there and slapped him away.

Smashed the direwolf into a pulp.

"Swallow!"

Ling Xiao felt very dissatisfied after devouring the energy essence of the ice dire wolf.

too weak!

Poorly weak!

The next moment, there were angry curses from the entire audience.

"Despicable human race!"

"Humble humans!"

"How dare you kill our wild beast!"

"Kill him!"

Their roars were quickly covered up by Ling Xiao's voice.

"Shut up, everyone! Aren't you Desolate people warlike?

Isn’t it true that martial arts is the most respected thing?

What? You just killed a wild beast and you are so angry?

Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ling Xiao sneered: "Don't waste time.

Didn’t you say you would give me my freedom after 100 games?
To be continued...