Night Emperor’s temperament in his previous life wasn’t good—he’d offended many people.

Of eight Martial Emperors, four had broken off relations, three bore grudges, and one would curse him whenever drinking.

What kind of terrifying emotional intelligence did it take to reach such a tragic state?

Reborn and starting over, Ye Xingchen’s temper had restrained considerably. He peacefully cultivated in the sect, only seeking to return to his peak and find that woman for revenge.

However.

Coming to participate in Dragon-Tiger Championship, he’d actually encountered such an arrogant and domineering guy.

Brother Ye’s violent temper instantly couldn’t be suppressed. No matter what, he had to abuse him to half-death, abuse him to the point of wishing for death!

“Heh.”

Ao Wushuang said indifferently, “Only trash would use eye expressions to fake being strong.”

Ye Xingchen looked at the referee and shouted, “Call start!”

The eyes and voice transmitted an aura seemingly from a hellish demon, frightening the referee into retreating two steps as he urgently said, “Begin—”

“Whoosh!”

The instant his words fell, violent qi waves erupted forward, sweeping him away in successive explosive retreats before he finally staggered and fell off the arena platform.

The on-site audience was instantly dumbfounded.

The referee’s cultivation was definitely peak Martial King.

To be shocked off the arena by a contestant’s explosive aura—this was too terrifying!

“Boom!”

An explosive sound suddenly came.

Everyone urgently shifted their gaze over to see Ye Xingchen had already thrown a punch.

That silhouette with back to the camera seemed like a wild lion that had been caged for a long time and released, desperately wanting to eat meat!

“Senior Brother Ye is so scary!”

Within Eternal Sect, many disciples seeing that terrifying back silhouette all had dull expressions on their faces.

In daily life, this senior brother gave them a feeling of being somewhat aloof, somewhat unsociable, yet they never imagined he had such a violent side!

No.

A side full of murderous intent!

“Big Brother A Niu…” Hui’er stared dumbly.

Was this still that man who once climbed trees to steal bird eggs and fell down, yet still grinned and said it was fine?

Was this still that man who stood in the wilderness, shouting that when he grew up he’d marry her?

An intense feeling of strangeness caused Hui’er to have a thought arise.

He’s no longer Big Brother A Niu, he’s Ye Xingchen. My Big Brother A Niu can never come back…

It must be said.

Women’s intuition is truly strong.

“Everything has changed.”

Hui’er’s eyes gradually blurred as tears slid down her cheeks. She choked, “Can never come back…”

“Sister Li.”

Liu Wanshi said, “You should go console her.”

Li Luoqiu shook her head, “If you want to love, then love. If you don’t love, then don’t. None of us can help her.”

…

Arena platform.

After Ye Xingchen threw a punch carrying violent force, Ao Wushuang retreated two steps. He grinned, “Your strength is passable. If trash were categorized into ranks one through nine, you’d at least count as second or third-rate trash.”

Crazily exploring the depths of hell!

“Is that so?”

Ye Xingchen stepped forward, his fist carrying spiritual energy and rage directly tearing through the void as it viciously struck forward.

Hum!

This punch, space immediately trembled!

“Boom—”

Ao Wushuang condensed layers of qi walls before him, receiving that forceful punch, his body involuntarily retreating another two steps.

“What technique is Junior Brother Ye using?” Su Xiaomo asked in astonishment.

Li Qingyang looked completely confused, “Not clear!”

Eternal Sect’s current strongest fist technique was just Mountain Shattering Earth Splitting Fist, but the fist technique Ye Xingchen was using clearly wasn’t that.

“Tsk tsk.”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin, thinking to himself, “This guy has some goods.”

From Ye Xingchen using non-sect martial techniques, it further confirmed he was a powerful expert reborn. After all, the explosive intensity just now—the fist technique level was absolutely Saint-rank.

This level of martial arts.

Even money couldn’t buy it on the market.

“Step!”

Ao Wushuang steadied himself and smiled, “Just based on that punch, you’re worthy of being first-rate trash…”

“Swish!”

Just then, Ye Xingchen appeared before him, “Trash.”

Let Ao Wushuang say “trash” ten thousand times—at most it gave people an arrogant, domineering feeling.

But Night Emperor was different. Just simply saying one word “trash,” it was like a label directly stamped on the opponent’s forehead, stamped on the opponent’s skin!

Couldn’t be washed off, couldn’t be wiped away.

Until it seeped into the soul, becoming an eternal nightmare!

“Boom!”

Another heavy punch struck forward!

The defensive barrier condensed before Ao Wushuang was broken. He staggered backward wildly for several steps. After steadying himself, he said coldly, “Forcing me to get serious?”

Night Emperor charged forward, cleanly and efficiently landing a punch on this noisy guy’s face, striking him so his head tilted as he retreated backward.

You can get serious.

And I only need to continue abusing—that’s sufficient.

“Detestable!”

Ao Wushuang steadied himself, eyes flashing with fury. Then both hands clenched, violent electrical arcs enveloped his entire body. Even among his hair, thunder serpents were sparking!

“Lightning-element martial cultivator!” the audience all cried out in shock.

Sect big shots also couldn’t conceal their astonishment, “Never expected Proud World Sacred Sect’s young master to have actually comprehended the lightning element!”

“Sss sss sss!”

Surrounded by lightning, Ao Wushuang lightly raised his hand, saying arrogantly, “Trash, have you begun to feel despair in your heart?”

“Swish—”

Thunder brilliance gathered at his fingertip, instantly shooting forth a lightning bolt at extremely fast speed!

“Hum!”

Space before Ye Xingchen trembled. The eight characters Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, Dui appeared, rapidly condensing into a substantial barrier!

“Ding!”

The arc light struck it and was instantly deflected back!

The expression on Ao Wushuang’s face froze—because the technique he’d used was actually striking back toward himself!

Don’t panic.

Don’t rush.

The energy I burst out, I’ll take back in!

Ao Wushuang immediately spread his right palm.

“Boom!”

The instant the lightning power contacted his skin, it immediately transmitted a violent explosion!

With this intensity of impact force, if it were an ordinary arena platform, the stone slabs beneath his feet would have already shattered into pieces. Yet now they remained unaffected.

Dozens of formation masters working together to set it up, personally tested by Eternal Sect’s sect master with facial skin friction and confirmed problem-free stone slabs—the quality aspect absolutely had guarantees.

“Hum!”

“Hum!”

The explosion’s aftershock hadn’t yet ended when Ye Xingchen frequently changed positions. Around Ao Wushuang as the center, defensive barriers with the eight characters written on them condensed one after another.

“What technique is this!”

“Never seen it before!”

Warriors from all directions were all dumbfounded.

Just then, the permeating thunder brilliance aura dissipated. Ao Wushuang stood in place with hair standing upright, eyes showing dullness.

The energy I released, how did it injure myself?

“Whoosh—”

Suddenly, a forceful power struck forward. He angrily raised his fist to strike out, lightning-element spiritual energy fully erupting as it transmitted ‘zzt zzt’ sounds.

The attacking Ye Xingchen’s body shifted sideways skillfully dodging, revealing the pre-arranged barrier. The fist carrying thunder power viciously struck it.

Boom!

Violent power transmitted again!

However much power Ao Wushuang used in that punch, that much power rebounded from striking the barrier. Thus his entire person explosively retreated, unable to suppress a ‘wa’ as he spat blood.

“…”

The audience watched with twitching mouths.

Though they also saw that the smooth barrier had power reflection properties, Proud World Sacred Sect’s young master using his own power to hit himself—this scene was truly ridiculous!

“I’m furious!”

Ao Wushuang suppressed the blood within his body and roared angrily. His standing head of black hair erupted with powerful thunder brilliance.

“Zzzt zzzt zzzt!”

Thunder clouds appeared out of nowhere above the arena platform. Inside them, thunder brilliance rolled, rapidly gathering the most powerful lightning威force!

“Thunder Punishment!” Ao Wushuang roared.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Layer after layer of lightning erupted together from within the thunder clouds. The sheer quantity covered the entire arena platform!