Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Ziyang City.

the next day.

Ziyang Martial Arts Arena.

This is the largest building in Ziyang City, large enough to accommodate millions of people watching the battle at the same time.

Today, the venue is packed.

In just one night.

The news of the Iceblood Demon challenging the Lord of the City spread throughout the entire Ziyang City.

Countless powerful individuals flocked to the scene.

Even some reclusive old monsters were alarmed.

Everyone wanted to see just how many heads this guy, who dared to challenge the authority of the Ziyang Army, had.

In the center of the arena.

Raven stood with his hands behind his back.

He changed into a clean blue robe, and looked less like a demon and more like a noble young master enjoying a leisurely stroll.

But the black heavy sword was still slung over his back.

"roar--"

A deafening roar erupted from the audience.

That was a thirst for blood.

"Kill him!"

"Tear him to pieces!"

Countless people were waving their fists, their faces contorted in rage.

Life in hell is too oppressive; only this extreme killing can unleash their inner savagery.

"The first match."

"Challenger: Seven-Star Thunder Demon, Berserker Balzac!"

With a loud shout from the referee.

A bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky.

"boom!"

The arena trembled.

A burly man, his body crackling with electric arcs, appeared opposite Raven.

He was shirtless, his muscles bulging like granite, each one seemingly containing explosive power.

He held a massive Thor's hammer in his hand, its head gleaming with an aura of destruction.

"Kid!"

Balzac grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"I don't know where you came from."

"But your head is mine!"

"Demon Castle has offered a bounty of 100 million inkstones!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Balzac moved.

The Law of Lightning—Speed ​​is Mysterious!

He transformed into a blinding bolt of lightning, instantly traversing thousands of meters to appear above Raven's head.

"Die!"

Thor's hammer, carrying immense thunder, crashed down.

The space shattered inch by inch under this hammer blow, revealing the dark spatial turbulence.

This attack was enough to instantly kill an ordinary six-star demon.

Even a seven-star demon would be severely injured if it tried to withstand the attack head-on.

This is the power of his Mad Thunder Balzac.

Simple, brutal, and full of destructive power.

Faced with this devastating blow.

Raven didn't even lift his eyelids.

He did not draw his sword.

He simply raised his right hand slowly.

The movements appeared slow, yet they strangely overtook the opponent despite being slower.

The seemingly soft palm appeared to have transformed into an insurmountable wall of sighs.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

Under the astonished gaze of tens of millions of people.

That hammer of Thor, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was caught by Raven with one hand!

There was no divine power explosion.

There is no energy leakage.

All the lightning power vanished without a trace the moment it touched Raven's palm, as if it had disappeared into the sea.

"What?"

Balzac's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He felt as if his hammer wasn't hitting his hand, but rather plunging into a bottomless black hole.

That terrifying suction force caused his divine power to drain away at an alarming rate.

"Too weak."

Raven uttered three words softly.

In the past, he might have played along with this guy.

But now.

His target is Asura, the Lord of the Palace.

"Get out of here."

Raven flicked his wrist.

A seemingly gentle yet incomparably domineering force surged into Balzac's body through the hammer handle.

"puff!"

Balzac was struck dumb, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the defensive shield at the edge of the arena.

The protective shield trembled violently, creating ripples.

The entire room fell silent.

The arena, which once held millions of people, was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

One move?

No.

It doesn't even qualify as a move.

It was just a casual wave of the hand.

A renowned Seven Star Demon has been defeated just like that?

"What... what kind of power is this?"

In the audience, an old man's beard trembled.

"No weapons were used, and no special moves were employed."

"It is merely the application of physical strength and the understanding of laws."

"This is definitely not an ordinary seven-star demon!"

And in the corner of the ring.

Raven patted non-existent dust off his hands.

Those calm eyes swept across the entire field, finally settling on the referee.

"Next."

……

The victory in the first match did not deter those who followed.

Instead, it aroused the ferocity of even more powerful individuals.

In hell, the more powerful the prey, the more it arouses the hunter's desire to conquer.

"The second match."

"Challenger: The Destruction-type Seven-Star Demon - Shadow Blade!"

A black shadow appeared silently on the arena.

The face is not visible.

Only a pair of cold eyes were visible.

He held two jet-black daggers in his hands, coated with deadly poison, their greenish sheen sending chills down one's spine.

Destroys the rules, excels at attack.

Combined with a special stealth technique, this Shadow Blade is a nightmare for many powerful individuals.

"You are physically very strong."

Shadow Blade's voice was hoarse, as if two pieces of metal were rubbing against each other.

"But once your soul is pierced, no matter how strong your body is, it's useless."

The voice just fell.

His figure suddenly disappeared.

The voice just fell.

His figure suddenly disappeared.

It wasn't that the speed reached its limit, but that it truly disappeared.

It seemed to blend into the air, into the shadows, and even into the shadow behind Raven.

This is his innate divine power, combined with the application of the rules of destruction.

Unless one possesses special detection methods, it is impossible to find his trail.

"That's interesting."

Raven stood still, motionless.

As a being with the bloodline of the Taotie, his senses were extremely sharp.

On this arena.

Except for himself.

To him, any living creature was just a piece of moving meat.

No matter how well the meat is hidden, its aroma cannot be masked.

"To the left rear, 30 degrees."

Raven silently recited to himself.

"A feint to the right."

"The real killing move is above your head."

Raven closed his eyes.

To the audience, this was practically suicidal.

Facing a top-tier assassin, he actually closed his eyes?

"Die!"

In the void, an extremely subtle ripple flashed by.

A black dagger, like a viper's tongue, pierced straight for Raven's head.

That is the location of the divine essence.

This attack, though silent, contained a terrifying dual destructive force of physical and spiritual damage.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Raven's skin.

Two fingers.

Long, slender, fair fingers with no protection.

It suddenly appeared in the path the dagger was destined to take.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

That was the sound of metal clashing.

Raven's two fingers firmly gripped the highly poisonous dagger, which was capable of tearing space apart.

at this time.

The dagger was less than a centimeter away from the back of his head.

"Got you?"

Raven opened his eyes.

A strange red light flashed in those eyes.

Raven was staring at him.

Shadowblade felt as if he had become a frog being targeted by a venomous snake.

A fear originating from the depths of his soul made his body stiffen.

"How is that possible..."

"That's a top-tier divine artifact!"

"How could it be pinched between two fingers?"

Shadow Blade roared madly in his heart.

He tried to pull the dagger back, but found that it wouldn't budge, as if it were stuck to the other person's finger.

"collapse!"

The superior artifact dagger that had accompanied Shadow Blade for countless years was actually snapped in two!

Raven casually picked up the broken blade tip from his fingertips.

Then.

He flicked it with his backhand.

"call out!"

The broken blade transformed into a streak of light, so fast that even divine sense could not capture it.

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud.

Shadow Blade's body froze.

There was a small blood hole between his eyebrows.

Those were marks left by a broken blade.

Although it did not shatter his divine status, it instantly froze his ocean of souls.

In just a moment.

Shadow Blade, defeated!

And the defeat was even more complete than the previous one.

The last match was a crushing victory in terms of strength.

This match was a complete and utter defeat in terms of skill, perception, and reaction.

Raven waved his hand casually.

A gentle stream of water swept up Shadow Blade's stiff body and tossed him out of the arena like trash.

"Next."