The moment Saint Jet's body was knocked out by Ye Junlang's fist, the whole place fell silent.
The eyes of many ancient warriors in the arena were all directed towards Saint Jet, and there were some powerful spiritual reactions pulsating among them.
After a while, there seemed to be some sighs——
"Dead! No breath anymore!"
"I really didn't expect that an emperor-level warrior would die in the ring like this. How many years has this not happened?"
"Speaking of which, Saint Jet's strength is not weak, and his martial arts talent is also extremely high."
"Saint Jet's strength is already among the best in the First Emperor Realm. Given time, there will be no problem in being promoted to the Imperial Realm. Unfortunately, he died."
"It would be fine if he died at the hands of an opponent of the same level or someone stronger, but he died at the hands of a Quasi-Emperor Realm warrior..."
As soon as the latter words came out, many people in the venue fell silent.
Yes, Saint Jet was killed by a young man with a quasi-emperor level because of his strength at the First Emperor Realm. The stronger Saint Jet was and the higher his martial arts talent, the more he became what Ye Junlang is today.
The fame of the battle.
At least, after today's battle, the people of the ancient tribe will remember the name Satan.
Using a quasi-emperor level of cultivation to leapfrog and kill a powerful person from the ancient clan at the first emperor level would definitely shock the entire ancient clan.
"Lord Saint Jet..."
Some disciples from the Holy Night clan rushed to the ring. When they realized that Saint Jet was dead, they all screamed with extreme grief and anger.
One of the disciples from the Holy Night clan pointed directly at Ye Junlang and roared angrily: "You, you actually killed the emperor of our clan! The emperor of our clan will definitely come to kill you and let you die without a burial."
land!"
"Battles in the ring are about life and death! He died because he was weak. Is it possible that because you are the remnants of the Holy Night, you can't be killed?" Ye Junlang said, his injuries were not serious, even so,
His own aura was still undiminished. He stared closely at the disciple of the Holy Night clan and said in a cold voice, "Moreover, don't tell me what to do, otherwise you will die in the ring!"
"you--"
The disciple of the Holy Night survivor was furious, but when he came into contact with Ye Junlang's murderous eyes, his heart froze, and he never dared to say the next words.
The disciples of the Holy Night family took the body of Saint Jet down.
A majestic emperor-level warrior from an ancient tribe was killed. I'm afraid this matter will not be forgotten just like that.
On the side of the Blood Moon Ancient Clan, Xueying stared at Ye Junlang on the arena. He could sense at this time that Ye Junlang was indeed injured, and the injury was not serious.
Speaking of which, Ye Junlang killed four quasi-emperor warriors one after another, and then fought against Saint Jet. Even though his own energy and blood were strong, it did not mean that they were truly inexhaustible.
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After the battle with Saint Jet, he was indeed injured, his own Qi and blood were also weak, and the golden light blooming from his Vajra-level body was not as blazing as before.
A gleam flashed in Xueying's eyes, and he suddenly said: "Satan, I will challenge you next!"
With that said, regardless of whether Ye Junlang agreed or not, Xueying had already jumped onto the arena.
He stared at Ye Junlang and said meaningfully: "As for the bet, don't worry. Five sixth-grade medicinal herbs are indispensable."
Ye Junlang sneered, looking at the blood shadow like a clown, and he said: "Do people from the Blood Moon Ancient Clan always behave like this?"
As soon as these words came out, Xueying's face changed slightly, but that was all. His behavior was naturally disgusting. After seeing Ye Junlang being injured, he immediately jumped out to challenge Ye Junlang.
He was a strong man in the First Emperor Realm, and his martial arts level was higher than that of Ye Junlang. Even though Ye Junlang was injured in many battles, he still had the nerve to jump out and challenge him. This was really shameless.
Xueying didn't seem to understand Ye Junlang's words, he said: "Is it possible that you are only allowed to challenge my clan and the Holy Night clan? Can't you allow others to challenge you? To borrow your words, you can fight if you dare,
If you don’t dare to fight, then kneel down and beg for mercy.”
"Xueying, can you still have some face? You are a strong man in the First Emperor Realm, and you jumped out to challenge others when they were injured after many battles. Do you still have the face?" Dragon Girl couldn't help but
Yes, he said loudly.
Old Man Ye had already guessed something when he saw Xueying jumping onto the ring, but he couldn't understand what Xueying said, so he had to ask the wolf boy on the side: "Little wolf cub, what is this guy talking about?"
"He said he wanted to challenge brother." The wolf boy said, with his fists clenched and a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Old Man Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, sneered, and said, "That person from the Blood Moon Ancient Clan, right? His appearance is too ugly, and he still has the nerve to call himself an Ancient Clan? It's really ridiculous."
Xueying ignored Long Nu's words. Of course he knew that his behavior was disgusting, but he no longer cared.
A quasi-emperor realm cultivation level was able to kill a powerful person in the early emperor realm among the ancient tribes. He must not just watch the opponent grow up.
Once Ye Junlang is promoted to the emperor level, how many people in the Blood Moon Ancient Clan will be able to contain Ye Junlang?
If Ye Junlang continues to grow and one day truly reaches the realm of the Great Emperor, it will probably be a disaster for the entire Blood Moon Ancient Clan, right?
Now that you have taken over a mortal enemy, if you have the chance, you should of course get rid of the opponent before he has grown up.
As for being scolded, what does this mean compared to the interests of the entire Blood Moon Ancient Clan?
Originally, the young disciples of the Apocalypse Saint Clan were somewhat displeased with Ye Junlang, but when they saw Xueying taking the initiative to challenge Ye Junlang at such a juncture, their expressions also had some strange changes.
The Apocalypse Saint Qi Lanyue turned her eyes and looked at Ye Junlang on the arena. A thought came to her mind - what would he choose?
Of course, under such circumstances, if Ye Junlang refuses to fight, others can't say anything.
He was only at the quasi-emperor level, and he fought continuously and was injured. It was not shameful for him to refuse Blood Shadow's challenge, it would only be the Blood Moon Ancient Clan that would be embarrassed.
However, a playful smile flashed in Ye Junlang's eyes. He looked at the blood shadow and said, "Are you sure you're going to kill me? Do you really think you can kill me a hundred times when I'm injured?"
"In a battle in the ring, life or death is determined by your fate. This is what you said." Xueying said coldly.
"Young man Ye, there's no need to show off, you've already proven your strength." Old Ye said.
Ye Junlang nodded, he knew this truth, but Xue Ying's arrogant face made him unhappy. He said: "I can fight with you. However, the stakes of five elixirs are not enough.
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"Oh? Then tell me, what kind of bet is required?" Xueying asked.
"Do you dare to bet on your Blood Moon Ancient Clan's stronghold in the ruins ancient city?"
Ye Junlang's eyes darkened and he said in a cold voice.