The match between Ye Xingchen and Ling Li, after beginning with mad torment, ended with a sudden direct knockout.

The referee was dumbfounded.

Based on his judgment of the situation, he thought there might be another period of battle, but the result… it was over?

Jian Guixu, Gu Tianxing, and other powerhouses were also stunned.

Ling Li had activated the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s bloodline. According to the law, there should definitely be an extremely brutal battle afterward.

Yes.

Whether protagonist or antagonist, once one side erupted with their trump card, the battle would inevitably continue.

But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Ye Xingchen saw a familiar silhouette. To quickly chase after it, he chose to cleanly and decisively defeat his opponent.

“Thud!”

Ling Li fell from the embedded wall to the ground.

Due to fainting, the special lines that appeared dissipated.

He didn’t want to lose, he couldn’t lose.

But he still lost.

This was reality!

In anime, protagonists or antagonists could still increase output by shouting loudly. In web novel xuanhuan, no matter how you erupt with trump cards, those stronger than you are ultimately stronger. When you should lie down, you must lie down.

“Bang!”

On the suspended platform, tables and chairs exploded.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor raised his hand, eyes flashing with anger.

Witnessing with his own eyes his most valued adopted son miserably defeated by an Eternal Sect disciple, the rage in his body could no longer be suppressed.

The big shots sitting nearby all stood up, maintaining high alert.

“Heavenly Demon Emperor!”

An elder representing the organizers mustered courage and said, “This is the Universal Sacred Battle. Don’t act rashly!”

Someone chimed in, “Whatever grudges or resentments you have, settle them after the Sacred Battle ends!”

“Hmph.”

The Heavenly Demon Emperor withdrew his hand, his tone cold, “The winner is king, the loser a bandit. Accept victory or defeat gracefully—do you all need to teach this Emperor?”

“…”

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

From the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s words, they could tell he probably wouldn’t lose his temper and explode on the spot.

That was best, best.

However, Eternal Sect was fierce enough.

Repeatedly defeating in seconds and defeating the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adopted sons.

Well then.

The grudge was definitely formed.

Ghost knows how the Heavenly Demon Emperor would retaliate after the Universal Sacred Battle ended.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn’t help but worry about Eternal Sect, even guessing they might not be able to leave the Celestial Net Realm safely.

Regarding this question, Jun Changxiao didn’t consider it, because like his disciples, he was watching the light screen, looking at the graceful figure appearing in the camera, thinking silently, “The two still met.”

At this moment.

The audience was also watching the light screen.

They didn’t understand why Ye Xingchen suddenly sent Ling Li flying, why he suddenly rushed out to stop that woman.

Under everyone’s attention, the petite yet graceful figure turned around.

A clear and refined face, perfectly proportioned features, and… eyes full of resentment.

That’s right.

Jie Lingyao.

Seeing that face that couldn’t be driven from his consciousness, Ye Xingchen felt inexplicable pain in his heart, as if stabbed by needles.

“Didn’t expect it, right.”

Jie Lingyao smiled coldly, “We would meet at the Universal Sacred Battle finals.”

“…” Ye Xingchen suppressed the complex emotions in his heart, saying coldly, “I shouldn’t have let you live.”

These years.

Regarding that matter.

Night Emperor could never forget.

Later, he thought it was all because he was too soft-hearted. If he had killed her, he wouldn’t be so irritated now.

“Ye Xingchen!” Jie Lingyao looked at him with hatred, grinding her teeth, “From the day you bullied me, I was already a dead person!”

Upon these words, everyone understood.

The warriors present had all lived thousands or tens of thousands of years. Hearing the word “bullied,” they immediately understood.

Moreover, it was normal for young people to have love-hate entanglements. Back then, who hadn’t once surged freely in the same river?

“Since you’re dead.”

Ye Xingchen said indifferently, “Why come?”

“Because…” The hatred in Jie Lingyao’s eyes intensified, her voice hoarse, “I want to kill you with my own hands at the Universal Sacred Battle finals!”

“Ah.”

Jun Changxiao sighed, “When will mutual love and mutual killing end.”

“Kill me?”

Ye Xingchen said coldly, “Are you even worthy?”

These words were very much like Gou Sheng.

“Dead people should lie in cemeteries, not come out to make fools of themselves.”

Ye Xingchen turned and left.

He just wanted to confirm the figure’s identity. Now he had gotten the answer.

However, seeing Jie Lingyao, seeing those resentful eyes, scenes from the past occupied his consciousness and thoughts, impossible to drive away. The more he thought, the more chaotic it became.

If Ling Li were still standing on the stage at this time, Ye Xingchen would definitely rush up, merging all his irritation and anger into his fists to perform the most horrific violence for everyone!

So angry.

So painful.

Really want to beat someone!

“Junior Brother.” Right then, Su Xiaomo walked over, saying in a low voice, “Women need to be coaxed.”

Ye Xingchen looked at him, anger unable to be suppressed.

“…”

Seeing this, Su Xiaomo felt a chill run down his back and hurriedly turned to distance himself.

“Swish!” Ye Xingchen grabbed both his shoulders with his hands, directly executing an over-shoulder throw, then mounted him and unleashed a violent storm of strikes.

“Boom boom boom!”

“Boom boom boom!”

Fist meeting flesh, every strike explosive.

To clarify here, Ye Xingchen wasn’t targeting Su Xiaomo—he was just irritated to the extreme, and the other party happened to approach.

“Ah.” Li Fei shook his head, thinking silently, “Senior Brother Su must know Night Senior Brother is very troubled, so he actively became a sandbag to let him vent his anger.”

Shortly after.

Ye Xingchen stopped.

Su Xiaomo lay on the ground with a bruised and swollen face.

He curled his legs, spreading his hands, “Seeing as you’re my junior brother, I won’t quibble with you, but don’t think I can’t beat you!”

“Bang—”

Ye Xingchen charged forward with momentum, a heavy punch landing on his face, then took a deep breath, “Comfortable now!”

He was comfortable.

Su Xiaomo was in pain.

It didn’t matter.

Being able to transfer Junior Brother’s pain onto himself was a senior brother’s greatest happiness.

“Participant number nine, can you still fight?” the referee inquired.

“Yes!”

Su Xiaomo stood up covering his face.

“Then hurry onto the stage, otherwise it counts as forfeiting.” The referee urged.

“Coming.”

Su Xiaomo entered the arena through the array, then with a head full of bumps defeated his opponent, successfully advancing to the next round.

…

The eighth round matches continued.

Lu Qianqian, Xiao Zuiji, and others successively encountered the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adopted sons, ultimately eliminating them without exception.

Admittedly.

These people all had tragic childhoods, but they had been trained into cruel wolves. So Jun Changxiao’s meaning was to eliminate them when possible, lest they help tyrants do evil.

Before long.

The eighth round completely ended.

Only sixty-four participants remained on the finals martial stage.

Among them, Eternal Sect disciples occupied twenty spots, the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adopted sons occupied thirty spots, with the remainder being top geniuses from other systems who didn’t deserve names.

Observers from all sides, based on participants’ performance in previous rounds, mostly concluded that Eternal Sect disciples winning the championship was beyond suspense.

Always defeating in seconds, always winning in seconds—simply strong to an incomprehensible degree.

“Ninth round.”

The referee announced loudly, “Drawing lots!”

Led by Lu Qianqian, Eternal Sect disciples obtained their number plates in sequence. Ye Xingchen drew number one, representing that he would fight first in the ninth round.

“Please participants enter the arena!”

“Swish!”

Just as the referee spoke, Ye Xingchen walked over.

When he teleported to the arena and saw his opponent was Jie Lingyao, his entire face immediately darkened.

“Damn!”

Jun Changxiao stood up, roaring, “Was this deliberately arranged!”

“Sect Master Jun.”

A powerhouse from the organizers standing in the distance said seriously, “The Universal Sacred Battle’s successive tenets are: absolutely no acting on personal feelings, absolutely no misjudging any match, absolutely fair and beautiful refereeing. Please don’t have any doubts.”

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