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Chapter 484 The key trump card, the skull throne!
Boom!

There was a violent earthquake in the palace.

First the ground was torn apart, followed by the collapse of some surrounding buildings.

Dark yellow dust rose into the sky, and the jade and colored glaze hanging from the rafters exploded one after another.

The cold, dark fog moved through the complex corridors like a poisonous snake, making rustling sounds. Garuda released his domain, isolating the environment inside and outside the palace.

The imperial guards stationed outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony were also taken under control.

When these imperial guards gather together, they can threaten powerful beings at the level of destructive power.

However, they suffered heavy losses in the Mythological Battlefield, and some of their elite troops were still following the eldest princess, so the role they could play was really limited.

The fight did not last long and soon ended with Kurikara's victory.

“Being able to hold on in my hands for two times is already pretty good considering your weak state.” Kuligala straightened his slightly messy golden robe with a smile on his face.

"you……"

Ji Xuance half-knelt on the ground and opened his mouth to say something.

But a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his bloody mouth, like a black waterfall, gathering into a pool of sticky water on the ground.

He was covered in wounds, his left arm was torn to pieces, and a large area of ​​flesh on his chest was vaporized by some kind of flame, revealing the dark, burnt flesh and wriggling internal organs. Half of Ji Xuance's face had disappeared, but the remaining half still showed anger and contempt. Sharp thorns were growing from the inside out of his body, breaking bones, piercing internal organs, and causing his wounds to bleed profusely.

This is the power of restraint, and also the punishment imposed by God on those who overstep their authority.

"I still prefer the way you looked so high and mighty just now. How come in the blink of an eye, you have become a dead dog that can only stare and pant." Garuda's torturous bad temper was exposed again, and he said with a strange smile, "You are a great emperor, but now you can't even utter a curse word. You are such a useless thing, just like your dead father."

He stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Ji Xuance on the cheek, as if punishing a disobedient hound.

"hiss!"

Ji Xuance opened his mouth and bit down.

The bloody mouth bit down on Garuda's hand, and the broken teeth pierced the skin of the descender.

"Damn it!" Garuda was furious and threw Ji Xuance away, then kicked him again and again. He used a lot of force, and each time there was a dull sound of flesh and blood being chopped into pieces, which sounded like chopping pork into stuffing with a knife. When such a thing happened to a person, it would make people's scalp numb, but Ji Xuance was laughing.

boom!
Garuda kicked him again, almost crushing his head.

"Okay, you are almost going to kill him. This guy can still be useful to us." Kuligara finally couldn't bear it anymore and stretched out his hand to stop his brother.

Garuda took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, wiped the blood stains, and then threw it on Ji Xuance's rotten face.

"What should we do next?" asked Garuda.

"The first step of the plan has been completed and the net has been spread, but to be on the safe side, we still have to find more allies." Kurikara replied with a smile.

"ally!?"

Garuda was very surprised. "Aren't those three idiots already dead? I don't remember there being more adventers here."

"It's not the Adventers, but something else." Kuligara had a mysterious expression on his face. He didn't keep it a secret, "Demon Descendant."

"..."

After a moment's silence, Garuda began to laugh.

"Are you sure those guys won't choose to punch us directly when they see us?"

Garuda stretched out his long, scarlet tongue like a snake and said excitedly, "But if things really develop like this, it's not bad. I haven't fought with these stray dogs for a long time. Thousands of years have passed, and I wonder if they have made any progress after being tempered in the big melting pot of Changshengtian for so long. It's really exciting!"

"That's a good idea, but my dear brother, I'm not kidding you about this."

Looking at Garuda's puzzled eyes, Kurikara explained, "The demons are indeed our mortal enemies, but now we have a common goal. They need to build a safe haven on this land to lead their people to survive the increasingly fierce storms of Changshengtian, and we need to complete the task assigned to us by the great patriarch."

"Since we have the same goal, then there is a premise for cooperation. I heard that the current Demon King is a smart man, so it won't be wrong to talk to him."

"Well, I'm just here to help you anyway." Garuda shrugged.

"And the faster we complete the mission, the sooner you can see your daughter, right?" Kuligala said with a smile.

The expression on Garuda's face gradually became silent, as if he had not yet figured out the circumstances under which he would meet his daughter.

"How should he deal with it?" Garuda changed the subject somewhat abruptly.

"Ugh, it's disgusting, just like the stinky stones in the toilet." Ji Xuance was lying on his back, his head cracked open, and the red and white liquid in his brain was flowing down from the back of his head, staining his originally smooth black hair. It looked like a mop after a big cleaning, and it exuded a disgusting stench.

"This is a crucial card in our hand. It is very useful. We cannot let him die here so easily."

Kuligara reached out and plucked a sharp thorn from Ji Xuance's joint, then inserted it into his forehead. Under Ji Xuance's tangled long hair, the red light in his eyes gradually went out, and then the wounds on his body began to heal. He stood up with a dull look, like a puppet, staggering towards the high dragon bed and sitting on his throne.

Garuda stretched out his hand and gently wiped it. As a large cloud of black smoke filled the air, the power was activated, and all the cracks left in the palace due to the fight disappeared. Even the collapsed buildings were healed again in this great power. At this time, the sun had completely set. Under the frosty moonlight, the entire palace was clean and tidy, solemn and majestic. It seemed as if nothing had happened, but in fact it was completely under the control of the two.

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Elsewhere, in the blood realm. After handing over the necessary chores to Li Hongxiu, Su Heng immediately returned to the warm magma lake and began to retreat to usher in a breakthrough.

It's called seclusion, but in fact it's just sleeping. Su Heng is already so powerful that he doesn't need to interfere with his body too much. As long as he is provided with sufficient nutrients and energy, under the influence of the Eight-Nine Profound Art, Su Heng's life form can evolve to the most suitable level in the current state. He is a real monster, powerful, brutal, bloodthirsty and cruel.

However, some unexpected things happened during this sleep.

In terms of physical sensation.

Su Heng did not sleep for too long and then woke up again.

He fell from a strange sky crowded with stars, and landed on a hard steel ground amidst flying sand and rocks.

It was an unfamiliar environment, obviously not a blood boundary. Su Heng was not panicked, but looked around with interest. He seemed to be in a huge Roman Colosseum, as wide as a basin. The ground was filled with yellow sand, and the pale ribs of several giant beasts were vaguely visible in the field of vision.

Further out is a mountain made of brass. It is so tall that it rises from the boundless land, even blocking out the stars in the sky behind it.

no, no, no...

That was not a mountain, but a throne.

Su Heng released his perception, and his mental power spread out like a raging tide.

He dug out more details from the throne. The base of the throne was made of countless skulls. There were human skulls, ancient skulls, and various demons. Even though these skulls had been dead for many years, they still looked hideous, with sharp fangs and a cold metallic glow. One could imagine how terrifying these creatures were when they were alive.

The throne was covered with spider web-like bloodstains, and thick chains were wrapped around the armrests. Under the chains were three huge hounds, with no hair on their bodies, and their skinned, scarlet muscles exposed to the air. A circle of lizard-like umbrellas grew on their necks, opening and closing with their breathing, and they were restless at this moment, with sticky saliva dripping from their protruding sharp teeth.

Who was this throne built for, and what kind of authority does it represent?
Is it for yourself?

Su Heng couldn't help but fantasize. Although the throne was a bit crude, the bloodthirsty and cruel aura made him happy, and it matched his usual temperament. If he had to give it to him, he could accept it reluctantly after careful consideration. There was no one on the throne, only a blood-colored storm was brewing. Su Heng had a greedy thought in his heart for no reason.

"Hiss...something seems to be wrong." Although Su Heng was very strong, he did not lose his vigilance in such an unfamiliar environment.

He was clearly sleeping in the volcano in the Blood Realm, but in the blink of an eye he came to such a strange place.

Is this an illusory dream or some kind of real world?
And this arena...

Rumble!
Just as Su Heng was frowning and thinking, the ground beneath his feet began to shake.

He stood at one end of the arena, and directly opposite him at the other end was a gate made of red copper.

The gate is sculpted into the shape of a ferocious beast. It looks like a lion, but has crown-like horns on its head. It is huge and lifelike.

Amid the roar that shook the world.

The red copper door slowly opened, and hot magma gushed out from inside.

The fog that enveloped the arena was slightly dispersed by the violent hot wind, and the seats around the circular arena were actually filled with spectators. Su Heng looked up and saw that the spectators were all demons of different sizes and appearances. The only similarity was that they were all blood-red, filled with murderous aura, with fanatical expressions on their faces, and they were cheering loudly at this moment, and the overlapping sonic booms formed a tide.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Kill that weak human and tear him to pieces."

"Blood! Let the blood flow like a river!"

boom!
Something huge jumped out from behind the propped-open door.

The ground shook violently, and magma splashed like blooming reeds. Roaring sounds tore through the mist. A huge figure with wings on his back raised his arms high, chest and head high, and responded to the cheers of the audience with a loud roar, "Kids, we meet again. Let's see who our opponent is this time. Which bastard is lucky enough to die in my hands!"

Roar!
The cheers, which were already extremely exaggerated, reached a climax at this moment.

It was like a giant thunder from ancient times falling from the dark sky, or like a world-destroying volcano spewing out hot magma.

The entire Colosseum was buzzing and vibrating, and the rubble on the ground seemed to be suspended in the air as if defying gravity. Cheers like a landslide and tsunami came from all directions. It was like boiling poisonous water filling the entire arena, drowning Su Heng in it. There were weird roars and shouts everywhere. Su Heng's head was buzzing, and his eyes were filled with a light like molten metal. His originally peaceful state of mind gradually became a little anxious.

The figure on the opposite side seemed to be a veteran in the arena and enjoyed the cheers very much. Or maybe he simply did not take Su Heng seriously and paraded like a king in his own city.

After a while, the cheers died down a little.

Only then did he notice the opponent in front of him, and Su Heng was also observing him with interest.

This guy looked like a standard demon in Western mythology, about 40 to 50 meters tall, with a bare chest, cow-like hooves, and huge bat-like wings behind him. Two curved horns grew outward from his temples, and he held a machete in his left hand and a bloody axe in the other.

"Where is this place?" Su Heng said.

"You don't know?" The devil showed a surprised expression on his face, and then laughed, and the audience around him laughed along.

"In that case, let me, the bloodthirsty demon Abbas, show mercy and tell you!" He treated Su Heng as a completely vulnerable rookie, and his ugly face was full of excitement of playing with prey. Abbas licked his tongue, hoping to see an expression of fear and panic on Su Heng, but unfortunately the expression on Su Heng's face was unpredictable.

boom!
Abbas waved his hand, and eighteen huge pillars of fire burst out from around the arena.

Amid the deafening roar, Abbas grinned and said, "This is the arena of the original Blood River, a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak. Those who have received the gift of the Blood River will be brought here and fight non-stop until the final winner can sit on the skull throne that represents the supreme power of Changshengtian."

"But I have never accepted any gift from the original blood river." Su Heng answered calmly with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Hahaha!” Abbas roared excitedly, his chest trembling. “It’s too late, too late. I don’t care, and no one cares. The Bronze Throne only wants rivers of blood to flow, no matter where the blood comes from! As long as you step into this battlefield, the outcome is already determined. Only one of you and me can survive.”

boom!
Before he could finish his words, he was completely unable to suppress the violent and bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

The bloody axe carried a force that could split mountains and seas, but at an incredibly fast speed. It fell from the sky in an instant, and fell towards Su Heng's head amid the audience's wild laughter.

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