Chapter 1471

Yang Yan

Below the stage, Shui Zhe, who was watching the show, also frowned.

Just now, the scene that happened in the arena was really strange.

Zheng Tang was clearly going to forfeit, and Wen Zhuo was dozens of meters away from Zheng Tang, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Zheng Tang as if he had teleported.

His speed was so fast that Zheng Tang didn't even have time to forfeit.

"Did he use laws just now?"

Shui Zhe murmured. Zhuowen's teleportation had only happened in an instant, and the fluctuation of laws was very weak, so he couldn't be sure.

On the square platform of the Dragon Underworld, Qing Yuan narrowed his eyes. Although he appeared to be extremely shocked, his heart was burning with rage.

"The laws of the void. As expected, he's that little bastard Zhuowen."

Sapphire Shore was one hundred percent sure that Wen Zhuo on the seventh stage was the Zhuowen he had been searching for.

However, Sapphire Shore didn't say anything. Even if two core disciples of the Blue Dragon Hall were killed, he didn't reveal Zhuowen's background.

"A hundred wins in a row!"

A loud shout sounded in the natural world, and everyone's gazes gathered on the first stage.

Over there, a figure stood proudly like a pine tree.

A huge illusory dragon figure lingered on the surface of this figure. Many loud and clear dragon roars continuously resounded.

"Blue Dragon Hall's Qing Longzi. He's the first to obtain a hundred wins in a row."

Qing Longzi's eyes were calm as he faced the gazes of the crowd.

His cultivation was undoubtedly first among all the participants in the Nine Nether Meet. He was able to reach the Second Profound Nirvana Saint Realm at such a young age.

Qing Longzi slowly walked down the stage, but his body stiffened as soon as he landed.

"Qing Longzi, be careful of Wen Zhuo in the third stage."

A deep voice echoed in Qing Longzi's mind. The latter frowned slightly in astonishment.

"It's Zhuowen?"

Qing Longzi's gaze shifted slightly and landed on the seventh arena, where Wen Zhuo suddenly stood. His expression started to become cautious.

But at the same time, in addition to being cautious, there was also a hint of fanaticism.

Two years ago, the news of the six Sages joining forces had shaken the entire Ninth Netherworld Realm.

The main character of this matter was a young man called Zhuowen, and he possessed a legendary Immortal Saint Artifact that caused everyone in the Ninth Hell Realm to seethe with excitement.

"However, he's only a Half-Saint. If it wasn't for his Celestial Saint Artifact, he wouldn't be a match for me," Qing Longzi said cautiously.

"It's best to be careful. That child's strength cannot be judged based on his cultivation base. Furthermore, his Immortal Sacred Artifact is very powerful. However, that child would not dare to take out that item for now. Let's proceed according to the original plan."

Qing Yuan transmitted his voice calmly, his tone full of confidence.

Qing Longzi nodded. However, he paid more attention to Wen Zhuo in his heart.

The deaths of Zheng Tang and Wu Lan thoroughly spread the name of Zhuowen as a ruthless person, and Zhuowen also smoothly obtained the 46st victory.

In the remaining three victories, Zhuowen's opponents were basically scared out of their wits. Even before Cao Rong said 'start', they were already shouting and forfeiting.

Zheng Tang's death had left a shadow in everyone's heart. They were afraid that they would be killed if they spoke too late.

In the 40th battle, Zhuowen met the rogue cultivator, Yang Yan. What surprised Zhuowen was that Yang Yan did not forfeit directly because of Zheng Tang and Wu Lan's deaths. Instead, he was filled with fighting spirit.

"You're not afraid of death?" Standing on the opposite side of the arena, Zhuowen asked in amusement.

However, Yang Yan shook his head and said, "Since you've embarked on the path of martial arts, you must have the heart to die. If you're afraid of death and cower in fear, how can you continue on the path of martial arts?"

"Heart to die?"

Zhuowen was startled, but soon laughed out loud. Without a doubt, this rogue cultivator before him was very interesting.

Moreover, his heart of martial arts was extremely firm. It was no wonder that Yang Yan could cultivate to the level of an unrivalled Sovereign Lord despite being a rogue cultivator.

"Make a move first. Otherwise, you won't have a chance later," Zhuowen said indifferently.

There was no doubt that Zhuowen's words were very arrogant, but Yang Yan did not think so. He even felt that Zhuowen's words were giving him a chance to make a move.

Up until now, no one had been able to withstand more than one move from this young man in front of him.

Even Wu Lan and Zheng Tang, who were also unrivalled Sovereign Lords, couldn't do it. As for Yang Yan, he was only an unrivalled Sovereign Lord. The fact that Zhuowen allowed him to make the first move was already giving him the best chance.

"Then you'll have to be careful."

Yang Yan took a deep breath, and the aura of law swept out from his body.

Zhuowen revealed a trace of interest. In the previous battle, Yang Yan had never used his own power of law, so he had no idea what kind of law the latter had comprehended.

"Hell!"

Yang Yan softly exhaled, before the entire arena began to tremble. Soon after, a pitch-black fog enveloped the entire arena.

"This is …"

Looking at the tragic scenes that appeared around him, Zhuowen's eyes revealed a look of surprise.

These scenes were extremely tragic. There were tongues being pulled out, mountains of knives, seas of fire, stone pressure, pots of oil …

There were all kinds of torture. If someone with a weak will saw such a tragic scene at first glance, their legs would definitely go soft and their heart would be filled with fear.

When these scenes gradually disappeared, Zhuowen found that there were countless mountains of knives in front of him, and there were countless blades under his feet.

"Mountain of Knives Hell!"

A low voice entered his ears, and then the blades under his feet began to surge, piercing through Zhuowen's feet and through his head.

An intense pain spread from his feet to his entire body. Even though Zhuowen knew that this was an illusion, he still broke out in a cold sweat.

"What kind of law is this?

The scene inside shows the underworld? "Zhuo Wen revealed a strange expression.

"It's an extremely special law, called the Law of Hell. To be able to comprehend this law, a cultivator needs to have an extremely strong will."

Xiao Hei's solemn voice rang out as he continued, "Because the prerequisite for a cultivator who wants to comprehend this kind of law is to experience all the torture from the first floor to the eighteenth floor. Only then are they qualified."

Zhuowen's heart moved. The eighteen levels of hell, each level down, the torture became more and more tragic. Just looking at it was enough to make one's scalp tingle, let alone experiencing it.

Although the torture formed by the Law of Hell was an illusion, the pain was real.

"Desolation!"

Zhuowen was not afraid. He clenched his right hand, and the Law of Desolation gathered, forming a black ball the size of a palm.

He slammed his right hand on the ground, and the aura of desolation spread out. Under the erosion of the power of desolation, the entire Mountain of Knives Hell was turned into nothingness.

Desolation could turn everything into nothingness. Whether it was living or dead, under the influence of desolation, everything would turn into nothingness.

Zhuowen strolled leisurely. Starting from the first level of hell, he went down level by level. Under his control, the Law of Desolation made everything desolate.

When the eighteenth level was completely withered under the effect of the Law of Desolation, the Law of Hell that lingered around the arena shattered inch by inch like glass.

"The Law of Hell. This Yang Yan is just a small wandering cultivator. How can he comprehend such a powerful law?"

The moment Yang Yan released the Law of Hell, it immediately attracted the attention of countless spectating faction leaders around the Ninth Underworld Sky Platform.

Even the cultivators below the seventh arena were affected by the Law of Hell. Some people with weak wills started shouting, but fortunately, they were stopped by the cultivators beside them.

"This Yang Yan is stronger than Zheng Tang and Wu Lan. I'm afraid he can make Wen Zhuo look a little more miserable."

Cao Rong floated quietly at the edge of the arena, a look of admiration in his eyes.

Although Yang Yan's law was very special, he still did not think that Yang Yan would win. He would only obstruct Zhuowen to a certain extent.

"Break!"

An indifferent voice sounded around the arena. Then, the barrier formed by the Law of Hell shattered.

Puchi!

Yang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated to the edge of the arena with a bitter smile on his face.

The black fog gradually dissipated, and a figure stood proudly. His gaze fell on Yang Yan as he said indifferently, "Do you still want to fight?"

Hearing this, Yang Yan's bitter smile deepened as he said in a low voice, "You win."

After he finished speaking, he jumped down in a straightforward manner.

"This Yang Yan is not bad. His will is as strong as iron. If he doesn't fall and becomes a Saint by relying on the Law of Hell, he will definitely not be an ordinary Saint." Xiao Hei's voice gradually sounded.

Zhuowen nodded. This Yang Yan was indeed not bad. If there was a chance, he was willing to rope Yang Yan in to Ryūka.

However, he was not in a hurry. With Yang Yan's points, entering the top 655 of the second round was not a problem.

Moreover, from the confrontation just now, Zhuo Wen could also tell that this Yang Yan was a proud and arrogant fellow.

If he directly proposed the terms of roping him in, the latter would definitely reject him. This kind of thing had to be done at the right time.

In the ninety-seventh round, Zhuowen met Shi Yi from the League of Assassins.

Shi Yi was extremely cautious. With his assassin's intuition, he could feel the hidden killing intent in Zhuowen's eyes.

Therefore, before Cao Rong's announcement, he decisively forfeited and did not plan to fight with Zhuowen.

After all, the second round of the arena used a point system. Losing a few rounds would not hinder one from entering the third round.

In the ninety-eighth and ninety-ninth rounds, Zhuowen met characters who were just there for show. It was very easy for him to advance.

"Number 60 Wen Zhuo against number 2 Shui Zhe."

Cao Rong announced again. Then, the seventh arena fell into silence.

Surprisingly, everyone's gaze landed on Zhuo Wen and Shui Zhe.

Shui Zhe, the number one genius of the Undying Altar in the Netherworld Realm. His cultivation was at the half-step Saint realm, and the law he comprehended was the extremely rare Law of Death.

Wen Zhuo was a dark horse that had suddenly appeared in the seventh arena. He had been rising steadily since the first match. Even the invincible Sovereign Lords, Wu Lan and Zheng Tang, were killed with a single punch. His cultivation base was undoubtedly at the half-step Saint realm.

Both of them also maintained the record of consecutive victories. Now that they met, they would compete for the spot of 655 consecutive victories.

Previously, many people below the arena had compared the two, and the conclusion was that it was hard to say who would win and who would lose.

"Come up!"

Shui Zhe jumped up and stood in the middle of the arena, looking down at Zhuowen with a provocative gaze.

"You don't seem to be qualified to look down on me, right?"