Back when the God-Slaying Hall brought a large group of evil sects from Huayang Commandery to fight, Jun Changxiao had established a life-and-death arena at the foot of the mountain. To this day it hadn’t been dismantled; instead, it had become a tourist attraction.

At this moment.

Standing at the edge of the arena were thousands of youths, their gazes all flickering with anticipation.

They had originally come to participate in the entrance examination, but hadn’t expected someone to come challenge them. This was a perfect opportunity to see just how formidable the Eternal Sect’s disciples were!

“Buzz!”

Flowing light appeared around the arena’s perimeter, then gradually faded into invisibility.

“Sect Master.”

Zhen Dejun said, “It’s been reinforced. Even if Semi-Saints fight on it, it won’t collapse.”

“Mm.”

Jun Changxiao looked at Mangfu and Guimei and smiled. “Are you two prepared to fight two-on-two, or one-on-one?”

“Can we fight one against many?” Mangfu grinned.

Damn!

This guy was very arrogant!

Jun Changxiao said, “If you think one of you can defeat many of my Eternal Sect’s disciples, then that’s fine too.”

Mangfu said, “After all, this is your sect’s territory, and so many people are watching. Naturally I must give Sect Master Jun some face. Let’s do one-on-one combat. However, I’ll say this first—you must send your strongest disciple. This humble one fears he won’t get enough of a fight.”

“Don’t worry.”

Jun Changxiao said seriously, “This seat will definitely let you fight to your heart’s content.”

“Swish! Swish!”

Just then, the Eternal Sect’s core disciples, led by Li Qingyang, all flew down from the mountain.

“They’re all disciples who participated in the Dragon-Tiger Contest!”

“And Ye Xingchen!”

“He’s much more handsome than in the light projection!”

Many young women, seeing the cold and proud Ye Xingchen, were so excited they nearly screamed.

From this, it was clear that the young men came to participate in the Eternal Sect’s examination truly hoping to stand out, while some young women were probably just there to be in the same sect as their idol.

This also showed that after the Dragon-Tiger Contest and the Ten Directions Death-Defying Tower, Pei Aniu had already become the Eternal Sect’s calling card.

Mangfu and Guimei were also sizing up the Eternal Sect’s disciples. Seeing that their aura was quite good, but their cultivation seemed to have only just entered the King rank, a trace of contempt immediately rose in their gazes.

“Sect Master.”

Li Qingyang inquired in a low voice, “What’s the situation?”

“These two.”

Jun Changxiao pointed at Mangfu and Guimei. “They’ve come to challenge my Eternal Sect.”

“Challenge?”

Xiao Zui Ji, Li Fei, and the others looked completely bewildered.

Especially looking at Mangfu and Guimei, it was as if they were looking at idiots.

From their auras, these two should be Emperor-rank warriors, but their level definitely couldn’t compare with the profound-tier experts from the Plane Battlefield.

Taking the initiative to come challenge them—weren’t they just asking to be abused?

“Sect Master Jun.”

Mangfu clasped his hands, looking thoroughly disgusted. “You’re only sending these few out? They’re completely insufficient to fight.”

“…”

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zui Ji, and the others were speechless.

It must be because of the Hidden Cultivation Technique that he thinks we’re weak.

“Whether it’s sufficient or not, we’ll only know after fighting.” Jun Changxiao said, “You two, please feel free to select your opponents.”

Mangfu began carefully scrutinizing them. Suddenly he discovered that among this group of Eternal Sect disciples, one person kept staring coldly at him, his eyes showing extremely obvious contempt. So he pointed over. “Him.”

Who?

Stars scatter and disperse, sun and moon separate like the stars Chen and Shen!

“Alas.”

Li Qingyang and Xiao Zui Ji both sighed.

First, they were dejected at not being chosen. Second, they expressed condolences for that guy.

If you fight us, you’ll just get abused once. If you fight Junior Brother Ye, you’d better prepare to have your dignity trampled on like crazy.

Jun Changxiao looked at Guimei. “And you?”

Guimei stroked his chin, thought for a moment, then fixed his gaze on Xiao Zui Ji. “Him.”

“Get on the arena.” Jun Changxiao said.

“Sect Master Jun.”

Mangfu said, “This humble one didn’t come to challenge just to fight one match and leave, so please summon more disciples who can take a beating.”

“Stomp!”

Ye Xingchen stepped forward first and said coolly, “Since you chose me, you’re destined to only fight one match.”

“Is that so?”

Mangfu grinned, then leaped onto the arena reinforced by formations. A thick and substantial aura immediately erupted.

Very clearly, this person was extremely accomplished in body cultivation.

“Xingchen, today is disciple recruitment day. Don’t waste too much time—quick battle, quick victory.” Jun Changxiao said.

“Understood.”

Ye Xingchen kept staring at Mangfu, judging from his aura and build what type of warrior he was. In his consciousness sea, he instantly simulated hundreds of methods to abuse him until he was a complete wreck.

General Manager Li could rely on his consciousness sea to simulate 3D architectural models, while Ye Aniu could simulate various abuse methods. The Eternal Sect’s disciples truly were all talented individuals!

“Begin.” Jun Changxiao announced.

“Bang!”

The words barely fell when Mangfu clenched both fists. His shirt suddenly exploded, exposing his solid, muscular blocks.

The youths were immediately dumbstruck.

Not only were this guy’s muscles developed, but he also had many scars!

Especially on his back remained dozens of healed claw marks, showing he had definitely experienced unimaginable life-and-death trials!

Mangfu said proudly, “This humble one’s achievements today came from experiencing countless life-and-death situations. Have you tender-skinned guys ever experienced such things?”

Warriors who reached the Emperor rank could rely on spiritual energy to repair remaining scars on their bodies. Mangfu had never done so, mainly to show off.

The effect was excellent.

The young men and women present who hadn’t experienced great trials were immediately deeply shocked by his body covered in scars!

“Little children, this humble one will tell you today—true warriors only become powerful through life-and-death trials!” Mangfu loudly declared.

“Whoosh—”

The words barely fell when a large hand gathered from spiritual energy pressed down from above, carrying mountain-shaking, sea-roaring power!

“Not good!”

“Boom!”

An explosive sound came from the arena. The spiritual energy scattered and transformed into ripples spreading outward.

Fortunately, Zhen Dejun had reinforced it with formations beforehand. Otherwise, with this palm pressing down, the entire platform would have long since turned to nothingness!

The young men and women were clearly standing very far away, but feeling the residual force sweeping toward them, they all retreated dozens of steps with terror-filled eyes, then all looked toward the arena.

They saw that the scar-covered man who seemed to be lecturing them was now sprawled on the ground, his expression twisted in agony.

Guimei, who had been constantly smiling, saw his companion struck down with one palm. His smile immediately froze.

Impossible!

Mangfu was at least a Fourth-Grade Martial Emperor, and his body cultivation was extremely strong. Even facing Fifth or Sixth-Grade Emperors, he couldn’t possibly be directly brought down!

“Swish!”

Ye Xingchen strode forward, thick spiritual energy condensing in his fist. He said coldly, “Have you ever died?”

Mangfu had never died.

Because if he had died, he wouldn’t be here.

However.

Night Emperor had died once, truly and genuinely experienced death.

Therefore.

What qualification did this man have to talk about experiencing life and death in front of him? What qualification did he have to show off in front of him!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Violent power transmitted wildly across the arena, waves of ripples spreading madly!

The youths’ mouths twitched.

Li Qingyang and Xiao Zui Ji couldn’t bear to watch and turned their faces away.

After ten minutes of frenzied assault, Ye Xingchen finally stopped.

The arrogant Mangfu now lay on the arena in a swastika shape, with multiple fractures throughout his body. His face had been beaten out of shape, and the person had already completely lost consciousness.

Of course.

There were also benefits.

He had gained quite a few new scars on his body, which would be better for showing off in front of people.

“Bang!”

Kicking the half-dead Mangfu off the stage, Ye Xingchen looked at the completely dazed Guimei and said coldly, “Get up here.”