The dark red earth has swallowed up many blood of life, and there are bumpy battle marks everywhere. This is the deadly fighting arena!

The demons who heard some inside information were already waiting in the stands early. After enjoying several not-so-furious death battles, a masked human slowly walked out in an underground corridor.

In an instant, cheers were like a tide.

In the past few months, Yang Kai has brought these demons a series of thrilling and suspenseful battles, and has long been famous in the Sand City.

And today's battle between Yang Kai and another master is the finale.

Because of rumors, his opponent this time will be different from the past and will be a powerful man in the third level of the world!

Since the opening of the Death Arena, there has never been such a battle with a huge difference in realms. It is two small levels different. In the eyes of those who do not know the truth, such a battle has long been doomed.

But for those who watched more than a dozen battles in Yang Kai, there is some hope that Yang Kai can create a miracle again!

This has nothing to do with the hatred between races, just because Yang Kai's performance can make them illuminate, their moods rise and fall, and they are excited.

"This is the human boy who has won more than a dozen consecutive games in the deadly arena, and he is almost dead every time?" In the stands, a powerful man who entered the holy realm narrowed his gaze like a falcon and asked the person next to him in a deep voice.

"Yes, Lord Feng Biao, his performance is indeed very good. Even many elite children of my demon clan are less than one percent!" The person next to him answered immediately.

"Hmph, after today, he will be a dead body!" Feng Biao snorted coldly, looking at his face, it seemed that he didn't want Yang Kai to continue to survive.

"What the lord is said is... After all, his opponent is different from the one before." The man nodded repeatedly, suddenly had some concerns, and whispered: "But lord. After all, he was trained by Lord Shirley. He really killed him like this. Lord Shirley blamed him..."

"She doesn't know." Feng Biao shook his head slowly, "This time the matter was instructed by Lord Gou Qiong. I also went to Shirley's palace yesterday and discussed it with her. She agreed to this matter in person, so how could she blame it!"

When the man heard this, he immediately showed a surprised expression. I wonder why Lord Gou Qiong was so concerned about this human being.

Only a very small number of people knew the inside story when Gou Qiong's son was rescued by Yang Kai. Feng Biao was sent here to do this this time, which was also very confidential, so this person couldn't understand the whole story.

Although Shirley is not in harmony with Gou Qiong, she will not be bored to send such news to suppress Gou Qiong. She will only fight Gou Qiong with real swords and guns!

"Sir, that Yu Mo is here!" the man suddenly whispered.

Feng Biao narrowed his eyes and looked aside. He happened to see Yu Mo flying over from not far away with a smile. After landing, he sat next to him without hesitation.

Both of them are strong men who enter the first level of the Saint. They are divided into two demon generals who don’t like each other, so their relationships will naturally not be very good.

As soon as the eyes met, a spark that no one could accept anyone else.

"Yu Mo. Long time no see!" Feng Biao greeted with a cold face.

Yu Mo smiled and said, "Feng Biao, I haven't seen you for so long. I'm angry when I find out that I still see you. I wish I could kill you!"

"Each one another!" Feng Biao nodded gently. His true energy slowly flowed, his eyes like a poisonous snake staring at Yu Mo.

Yu Mo curled his lips and said, "But I'm not here to fight you, I just want to ask you some things."

"What's the matter?"

"Feeling at your appearance, you seem to have a hundred times more confidence in today's battle!"

"Hmph, ask me knowingly!"

"There are rules for gambling in the dead arena in my Sand City. Since you are so confident, do you have any bets? When the battle over there is over, you can still make a fortune!"

"Do you need your reminder?" Feng Biao looked unhappy, "I have already bet on 200,000 crystals!"

Yu Mo shrewd and said in surprise: "It's worthy of being Feng Biao, what a big deal! You want to make a fortune in my sand city."

"Can't you accept it?" Feng Biao smiled contemptuously, "If you can't accept it, I can withdraw it. As long as you Yu Mo say humility to me in front of everyone!"

"Just kidding, since Shacheng has started this business, it will naturally have to be eaten no matter how much. I just want to say, the opportunity is rare, so what if you are worse than playing bigger?" After that, he looked at Feng Biao with a formidable gaze.

Feng Biao looked stern and said in a deep voice: "Let's play bigger?"

"Yes, you can put everything down. I remember you have a lot of secret treasures, right?"

Feng Biao frowned, looked at Yu Mo suspiciously, and said coldly: "How do you look at you, you seem to be very confident in that human being."

"I can't say it well, maybe he will win, maybe he will lose, it's a 50-5 draw. Since it's a bet, it depends on whether you have the courage!"

Feng Biao stared at him deeply. Although he knew that this guy who was incompatible with him was provoking him, he still couldn't help but feel angry and nodded, "Okay, I'll bet on all my secret treasures!"

As he said this, he stretched out his hand and made a move, a halo-flowing armor, a long halberd emitting shocking energy fluctuations, and a pitch-black ruler appeared in his hand and handed it to Yu Mo.

These three things are all holy-level secret treasures, each of which is worth a lot of money. The three pieces are combined and worthless. They are the secret treasures that Feng Biao trusts and uses the most frequently. If he loses this bet, his combat effectiveness will drop sharply.

After handing over three holy-level secret treasures, Feng Biao even took off the Qiankun bag around his waist, handed it to Yu Mo, and sneered: "If you want to play, just play thoroughly, what do you think?"

Yu Mo's eyes twitched, and he took it with a smile, without saying nonsense, and turned around and left.

Feng Biao did not stop him, nor did he ask him to make any statement. Although they did not like each other, they would still abide by the verbal agreements.

After a while, Yu Mo returned to Shirley.

"Are you arranged?" Shirley looked at Yang Kai, who was standing in the middle of the deadly arena below and asked softly.

"Well, Feng Biao has suppressed all his belongings." Yu Mo nodded slightly and frowned, "Sir, are you so confident in that kid? To be honest, although his previous performance was surprising enough, I really don't like him this time. He is very likely to die here. It doesn't matter if he dies, but Feng Biao has suppressed so much property, and once he dies, he will affect my Shacheng."

"I don't know!" A trace of confusion flashed in Shirley's beautiful eyes, and she shook her head gently.

Yu Mo was surprised.

As one of the four great demon generals and a master with a unique reputation in the world, Shirley naturally has her own vision of looking at people and is always accurate, but this time, she seems to be unable to see through the situation.

"I'm also betting. Although from the perspective of the situation, this kid is indeed dead, but..."

As she said this, Shirley turned her head and looked at An Ling'er who had been guarding her, and smiled with a pursed lips: "This little girl did not show much worry from beginning to end."

Yu Mo couldn't help but glance at An Ling'er and found that it was indeed the case. Even though she knew that Yang Kai would meet a strong enemy today, she still had a calm expression.

Shirley obviously found some information from An Ling'er.

"I asked her several times, and she didn't answer me if she was the real level of that kid. The more I did, the more curious I became!" Shirley reached out and touched An Ling'er's face, scaring her to the point of being shabby.

"Tell me, has he ever fought such an opponent before?" Shirley suddenly shouted in a low voice.

An Ling'er's beautiful eyes were instantly lost, but soon she flashed with a struggle again. The scenes of being chased by Nan Shenggu and fighting against many masters of the Yang clan in the Xiaoxuan Realm passed through her mind one by one.

An Ling'er's expression was painful and she kept shaking her head.

Shirley exhaled helplessly: "Her willpower is also very strange, it seems that she has practiced some very powerful martial arts."

"But judging from her performance, that kid should have been so superior to such a high level before, and he was safe, otherwise this girl would not be so relieved."

"Well." Shirley nodded slightly, "Look, if he doesn't die this time, he will definitely become the most dazzling person on the entire continent in the near future. In time, he may be able to reach the level of the Demon Lord and dominate the whole side!"

Yu Mo's body was shocked: "Sir, do you think of him so high?"

"He has this potential!" Shirley said decisively, and a hint of coldness and murderous intent suddenly flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"What a pity, such a person is not from my clan. If he were from my clan, he might be able to train him well." Yu Mo has been with Shirley for many years, and naturally knows what she is thinking at the moment, and he can't help but sigh and sigh.

With such excellent qualifications, the stronger the more you face adversity. If such a good seedling is not killed early, it will inevitably have an impact on the entire demon race in the future.

Today, no matter whether this kid wins or fails, the ending is already destined because the adults have become murderous about him.

Looking at Yang Kai who was standing straight below and was quietly waiting for his opponent to appear, Yu Mo felt sincerely regretful.

After a while, a person walked out of the corridor opposite Yang Kai. The man seemed to be walking leisurely in the garden, but in fact he was extremely fast. In just a blink of an eye, he suddenly appeared not far in front of Yang Kai.

He was covered in black clothes that could be seen everywhere, with a majestic body and a cold expression. His long black hair was tied on his shoulders, his eyes were like cold stars, which was terrifying.

The evil aura that soared into the sky emanated from this man, with a long and distant aura, and his true energy was quite pure, and he looked obviously superior to ordinary third-level warriors.

Yang Kai's eyes shrank, and his heart was filled with awe.

After just one look, he knew that the other party was not a soft persimmon that could be easily pinched. This time he might really have to fight him.

Although he has a soul-devouring insect and is not afraid of opponents who enter the holy realm, this time it is different. In front of so many demons, he cannot use the soul-devouring insect. He can only defeat this enemy head-on through his own means.

Moreover, he himself really wants to test the achievements of his cultivation during this period. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!