The Emperor Of The World

Dian Feng leaned on his sword and gasped for breath heavily. He felt tired.    

Yes, tired.    

Looking at the corpses that covered the arena, he did not know what to say. He was feeling conflicted; he had not expected so many people to fearlessly come up to him.    

In order to get that percentage, people kept coming up.    

Sanlun had killed everything, and was not injured at all.    

The fourth round came before the corpses had been cleaned up, they rushed to the arena and were completely exterminated. It was the first time Dian Feng's clothes had been cut open.    

The fifth round ?    

Now it was the seventh round!    

Dian Feng was injured, a sword had pierced his ribs, the wound quickly healed, but he still felt tired.    

If he was really tired, even if he killed so many pigs in a row, he would still feel dizzy!    

Moreover, there were fifty Five Elements Secret Realm cultivators in each round!    

Because they were afraid that if they fought until they were jealous, they would not be able to attack properly, so all the cultivators that exceeded the Five Elements Secret Realm were dealt with by Lan Lan's underlings. Using a secret technique, he forcefully sealed their realms in the Five Elements Secret Realm, preventing anyone from recklessly attacking Dian Feng!    

As a result, all of them began to die!    

In fact, there was even a half-step spiritual altar!    

These people probably never would have thought that one day, they would die at the hands of a Five Elements cultivator without being able to fight back!    

"Beep..."    

Dian Feng's sweat, along with the blood on his head, dripped down. He squatted on the ground and panted before looking out of the arena. "Next round, continue!"    

His voice was cold and confident. Even though he was a little tired, Dian Feng felt that this was a chance to challenge the limits.    

If things didn't go well, he would at most expose some tricks and slip down the ring!    

These people only wanted to win, and what Dian Feng cared about, was turning from a Spirit Stone into an opportunity to challenge him.    

However, after Dian Feng spoke for a long time, he heard rustling sounds of whispers from below the stage, but no one moved for a long time.    

Because it was shocking!    

I'm really scared!    

Sanlun who was behind did not even have the time to clean up the corpses before the following people rushed forward and started their battle with Dian Feng!    

Right now, the entire arena was filled with corpses in a radius of ten Zhang! Other than the place where Dian Feng stood, there was not even a place to rest!    

Blood flowed through the cracks between the tiles of the arena, flowing out far into the arena and forming pools of blood below the stage!    

The stench had been covered by the staff member's potion, but the sight of his broken limbs and organs in a mess was truly terrifying. He could feel his soul trembling!    

Most people couldn't help but tremble. The more people died, the more intelligent and agile the survivors would be.    

That split was enough to entice him, but Dian Feng was like an undefeatable war god. Every time he looked at it, he seemed to be able to defeat Dian Feng in the next round, but other than his corpse, he did not have any other achievements.    

They even felt that Dian Feng's current posture was an act, to lure more people onto the stage, and then kill them all!    

This was a butcher who enjoyed killing people!    

This was what many people thought, Dian Feng's subordinates would never leave them alive, even if they ran on stage, they would still mysteriously fall to the ground and die!    

"Who, who, who's going up?" A female cultivator turned pale. She felt disgusted, but her fear was even stronger. A fishy stench even came from her lower body.    

"This is too scary! Even if I were to give him more Spirit Stones, he wouldn't be willing to pay me!"    

"If I don't do it, this is just courting death. This Wind God will not feel tired, there is no chance of winning this match!"    

"Your elder will definitely not send himself to his death. Who else wants to go? Even God Repository has died ?"    

"Heh heh, 200,000-300 thousand for 50 people to share, who said that? Let him go up! " Suddenly, someone viciously said.    

Everyone was startled. Then, they all looked towards the crowd and focused their gazes on a male cultivator.    

This was a pretty boy, not a human. He did not know what race they belonged to, because Human Clan's face could not be as white as white paper!    

"No, I'm not going. I won't go up!" The adonis' face turned even paler. He had initially wanted to encourage everyone else to take advantage of the situation, but it seemed that someone had finally woken up.    

Everyone's eyes were unfriendly. No one was a fool. Now that they thought about it, this person had his reasons for saying so from the start!    

"Hmph, you asked for it. How can you not go up?" Some sneered as they approached the adonis with eyes full of coldness.    

"If you go up and kill Feng Shen, you will be able to get half of everyone's profit, and all of it will be yours! Hehe, what do you think, this suggestion is pretty good right? " Another person began to sneer. Right now, he needed to send a dead ghost to test whether or not Feng Shen was truly at the end of his tether.    

If so, that's good. If the wind god still had the strength to fight, then this person would die. I believe the wind god is willing to kill him!    

Everyone was disgusted with this pretty boy. If not for him waking up, he might have been plotted to his death!    

"Throw him onto the stage!" Suddenly, someone shouted loudly. His tone was filled with anger and hatred!    

"Throw it up!"    

"Right, throw it up. Throw this black-hearted thing away! He wants us all to die, to treat us like fools, and then to take advantage of our own efforts, F * ck! "    

"Throw him up, throw him into the arena ?"    

Bang!    

Dian Feng raised his head. He felt a little tired, his eyes were dry and red, this was a side effect of killing too many people.    

Therefore, Dian Feng closed his eyes and observed the person who was thrown onto the stage together with everyone else using the Spiritual Sense.    

The Spiritual Sense had a better "sight" than the eye, and could see even more clearly. Dian Feng could even see the terrified expression on the pretty boy's face.    

The adonis wanted to slip away, but the crowd below the arena stared at him coldly. Their threatening aura was completely exposed.    

"If you dare to run away, you will definitely not return to the capital alive!" Below the stage, someone threatened in a cold voice.    

"Go, kill Feng Shen, I'll give you ten percent! Otherwise, I'll chop you into eight pieces on your way back to the capital!" A big fellow gritted his teeth as he spoke.    

"No, you can't do this to me. I'm from the Yaksha race!" The adonis trembled all over. Even with the strong reputation of his mother's race, it did not give him a sense of security.    

"Yaksha Clan? "Hur hur, what the hell is that thing!" "In front of my Human Clan, the Yaksha Clan is nothing but an ant. Your mother's clan can't save you, so you can only blame yourself for thinking that you're smart!"    

"F * ck off. Not to mention Yaksha in the terrain, even Yaksha in the sky wouldn't dare to anger us!"    

No one wanted to buy it. The people here all had powerful backgrounds and represented their various races. A Yaksha Clan was nothing at all.    

Yaksha's face began to tremble as he felt fear.    

Although Dian Feng was seated in the center of the stage looking dispirited, he did not dare to take a step forward.    

Previously, he felt that he was very smart. That constructive suggestion had sent many people to their deaths one after another! He had thought that this would continue until he was paid ten times the stakes!    

He had never felt that the wind god had any chance to win, to challenge ten thousand people, this was a very stupid thing to do! He only needed to use his mouth and send others to their deaths to reap a profit of nine times and a half.    

Until now, he still felt that his idea was very good. He didn't understand why these damn All Clans people would be so hostile towards him.    

He did not dare to refuse the threats of the crowd below him, so he could only walk towards Dian Feng slowly.    

Stepping over the corpses, his Cultivation Level was enough to stand on any part of the corpse, but now, he was almost on the verge of collapse with every step. He was defeated before the battle!    

"Whiz!"    

Yaksha's adonis felt a gust of wind blow towards him. Then, he felt an intense pain in his neck as he felt himself being lifted up.    

"Ugh!"    

Opening his eyes in pain, he saw Dian Feng, who had his eyes closed, grabbing his neck and lifting him up!