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Everyone's expression changed simultaneously.

"The evil faction has arrived too!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

A dark cloud rolled in from the sky.

Above the dark clouds stood several figures, their bodies radiating a chilling aura.

The Soul Devouring Sect is the number one evil sect in the ancient martial arts world.

He cultivated the Soul Devouring Technique to enhance his cultivation by consuming the souls of others.

Their methods are cruel and despised by righteous people.

"Hehehe... So many people? This is interesting."

If I were to devour it all, would I be able to break through a major realm directly? I really want to try…”

A gaunt old man stood on a dark cloud, his sinister gaze sweeping across the area below.

Like a ravenous demon that devours its prey.

Behind him followed several young disciples, all of them pale-faced and with sinister eyes.

Following the Soul Devouring Sect, the Demonic Sect, the Corpse Raising Sect, and the Five Poisons Sect also arrived one after another.

"The Demonic Sect! That's the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect!"

Someone with sharp eyes recognized the person who had just arrived.

A graceful figure descended from the sky.

She wore a black gauze dress and a veil, revealing only a pair of captivating eyes.

She walked barefoot through the air, each step creating a black lotus flower, both eerie and beautiful.

Hua Nongying, the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, possesses formidable strength.

She was skilled in the art of replenishing yin with yang energy, and countless people had died at her feet!

"I heard that Luo Tian is very young. I wonder what he looks like?"

Hua Nongying licked her lips, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

The people of the Corpse-Raising Sect are the most bizarre; they don't fly, but ride in huge coffins.

Several figures with sallow complexions and vacant eyes stood on the coffin, making it impossible to tell whether they were living people or corpses.

The Five Poisons Sect, on the other hand, rode on enormous poisonous insects, scorpions, centipedes, and venomous snakes...

Wherever it passed, a fishy, ​​foul odor filled the air.

The righteous path and the evil path stand on the east and west sides respectively.

Be wary of each other, in case the other suddenly attacks and hurts someone!

"The six righteous sects and five evil sects of the ancient martial arts world have all arrived."

"This duel is probably more than just a feud between two people."

"That's right, the ancient martial arts world is taking this opportunity to test the strength of the secular martial arts world."

"Their ambition to become the master of the world has never died."

The crowd whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with apprehension.

Although the ancient martial arts world is isolated from the world, its strength far surpasses that of the secular martial arts world.

Even an ordinary ancient martial arts sect can easily defeat top secular families.

If the ancient martial arts world really wants to do something, the secular world simply cannot stop it.

If they weren't wary of those powerful firearms, they would have already taken action.

There was once a terrestrial immortal from the ancient martial arts world who wanted to take action against the secular world.

As a result, it was bombed by a small nuclear bomb in the South China Sea and was instantly reduced to ashes.

From then on, those with ulterior motives gradually faded into obscurity.

But in recent years, they have become active again!

If a Supreme Martial God were to emerge, he would definitely take action against the mortal world.

Those are the true immortals; even powerful weapons pose no threat to them.

Because the God of War comprehended the Dao, every strike he made resonated with the Great Dao!

No matter how strong a mortal is, he cannot defy the will of Heaven!

……

Just as the people from the ancient martial arts world made their appearance.

Several more figures appeared in the sky.

"People from abroad have come too!"

Everyone looked up.

A group of figures dressed in white robes with golden crosses embroidered on their chests flew in from the horizon.

The Vatican has arrived!

The leader was a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, holding a scepter and radiating a holy light.

He was Cardinal Paul III.

"A martial arts showdown in China? I'm really looking forward to it."

King Paul III wore a faint smile as his gaze fell upon the center of Lake Dracula.

Following closely behind the Vatican, a group of pale-faced figures dressed in black formal attire appeared.

They're vampires! I didn't expect even they would come.

The leader was a young man, whose handsome features seemed unreal, with a wicked smile playing on his lips.

It was none other than Dracula, the vampire prince.

"I heard that a genius has emerged in the Chinese martial arts world. He was able to kill a grandmaster when he was only in his twenties."

Dracula licked his scarlet lips, a red glint flashing in his eyes:

"I wonder what his blood tastes like?"

It's been a long time since I've tasted the blood of a strongman in the Chinese martial arts world.

That wonderful feeling, I really miss it!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a wolf howled in the distance.

A group of burly, hairy men came galloping towards them.

Werewolves are the natural enemies of vampires, and the two races have been constantly at odds.

The leader was a bald, burly man, over two meters tall, with bulging muscles and a green, eerie light gleaming in his eyes.

This person is Grey, the leader of the werewolves.

"Dracula, don't get any funny ideas."

This is China, not a place where you can run wild.

Gray said in a muffled voice.

Dracula chuckled softly:

"I was just kidding, Gray, you're too tense."

Their eyes met, and a faint electric current seemed to pass between them.

Behind them stood the Dark Knights, an organization of superhumans, Japanese Onmyoji, the lineage of the Sword Saint, and the One-Sword Style...

Forces from all over the world have made their appearance.

"Japan's here too? That's... Yagyu Itto?"

Someone recognized a middle-aged man with a long sword at his waist and sharp eyes among the Japanese group.

Yagyu Itto, a descendant of the Japanese sword saint lineage, and a grandmaster of Itto-ryu.

With the strength of a Grandmaster at his peak, it is said that he can cut a waterfall in half with a single strike.

Their most powerful move is the sword draw slash.

"It seems the whole world is watching this match."

"A duel in the secular martial arts world has actually attracted so many forces?"

"It's not the duel itself, but Luo Tian as a person."

"That's right, who wouldn't want to see someone in their twenties who can kill a Grandmaster?"

"If Luo Tianzhen could really exchange a few blows with Yang Tianxiong."

That means the secular martial arts world is not to be underestimated.

"If we can't even withstand a single move, then the secular martial arts world will be completely looked down upon by the ancient martial arts world and foreign forces."

Amidst the discussions, time slowly passed.

……

The dark clouds over Zhuilong Lake gradually dispersed.

Sunlight shone on the lake, making it sparkle.

All eyes were focused on the open space in the middle of the lake.

That place will decide the fate of two people.

It will also determine the reputation of the secular martial arts world.

"Yang Tianxiong is here!"

A gasp rang out, and everyone's gaze turned to the distance.

A figure appeared from afar, stepping through the air.

His hair and beard were all white, he was tall and strong, and his eyes were like lightning.

With each step, the void trembled slightly.

The might of the Martial Arts Master was fully revealed!

"Is this what a Martial Arts Master is like? He's incredibly powerful!"

"I feel like I can't even breathe!"

"Even from this distance, I feel a sense of oppression; if I were facing them head-on..."

Yang Tianxiong landed on the open ground in the middle of the lake, stood with his hands behind his back, and scanned his surroundings.

Ancient martial arts world, foreign powers, secular martial artists...

The large number of spectators was exactly what he wanted.

"Luo Tian, ​​come out and face your death!"

His voice was like thunder, echoing over Zhuilong Lake.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

Will Luo Tian come?

……

Kyoto, Dragon Group Headquarters.

Xu Wudi sat in his office, looking at the large screen on the wall.

On the screen was a live broadcast of the fall into the Dragon Lake.

"Yang Tianxiong's aura is stronger than I imagined."

Xu Wudi muttered to himself, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Luo Tian, ​​this time you can't escape."

He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and looked forward to the show.

But for some reason, he felt a vague unease.

He worried that things wouldn't turn out the way he imagined.

Will Luo Tian really die so easily?

He began to doubt himself...

……

In the suburban villa, Luo Tian changed into a clean black robe and stood in the courtyard.

Little Niannian held his hand, tilting her little face up:

"Dad, you have to win!"

Luo Tian knelt down and kissed her on the forehead:

"Don't worry, Dad won't lose."

Ye Qianxue and Li Mengmeng stood to the side, their eyes filled with worry.

"Master, please be careful!"

Luo Tian stood up and looked in the direction of Zhuilong Lake.

A cold glint flashed in his deep eyes.

"Wait for me to come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.

There wasn't a single fluctuation; it was as if it simply disintegrated on the spot...