Eons Venerable Lord

Yin Jie and Ling Feng, who were fighting intensely on the stage, naturally sensed the huge commotion below the stage. Both of them tacitly slowed down their pace.    

    

When they heard Ling Feng's six hundred thousand bet and Yin Jie's six million bet, which was one to ten, Ling Feng could not help but frown.    

    

"Hehe, looks like your reputation needs to be increased!" Yin Jie used Army Obliteration and attacked Ling Feng's lower plate, teasing him.    

    

Ling Feng dodged the attack and stabbed with his spear backhanded. He smiled noncommittally and said, "One to ten, it seems that I have earned a lot!"    

    

"Why don't we make some more bets?" Yin Jie said with a smile.    

    

"Sure, I bet a million on myself!" Ling Feng said.    

    

"Since you're so stingy, I'll bet three million on myself!" Yin Jie laughed.    

    

"I have no choice. I don't have enough money. Besides, one to ten, I can earn ten million. That's enough!"    

    

Ling Feng smiled helplessly, but he didn't seem to feel helpless at all.    

    

Cai Lili saw the two of them fighting and talking about the bet. She wanted to slap Ling Feng twice. When she saw that Ling Feng's bet was too little, she threatened Elder Hong. She didn't expect that this fellow was afraid that the world would be in chaos, and wanted to continue gambling.    

    

Lin Hualong kept complaining. This was the rhythm of him working for someone else for the rest of his life.    

    

After that, he secretly bet 10,000 contribution points on Yin Jie. If Ling Feng lost, he wouldn't lose everything.    

    

Not only him, but the other Ling Alliance members were also feeling guilty. They couldn't help but pressure Yin Jie a little.    

    

Of course, Ling Feng didn't know about this. Yin Jie's attack was extremely powerful. His blade technique was as fast as lightning, and it had faintly condensed a trace of blade intent. Although it wasn't obvious, perhaps even Yin Jie himself didn't know about it. But who was Ling Feng? He was once the young master of the Holy Martial Realm's ten great Divine Sects, and he had also condensed the power of his spear for many years. Naturally, he could tell who ___ was.    

    

"This Yin Jie is indeed worthy of being ranked second on the Mortal Board. He is indeed much stronger than Huangfu Ke!"    

    

Ling Feng's heart was also exceptionally solemn. No wonder Huangfu Ke said that unless he cultivated the fifth level of the Battle Saint Spell, it was impossible for him to defeat Yin Jie.    

    

The crowd below the stage had already finished placing their bets. All their attention was focused on the stage. When they saw Yin Jie's lightning-fast blade technique, all of them were overwhelmed with emotions. Although Yin Jie's odds were low, he could still see the person he supported win. That was also an extremely satisfying thing.    

    

Especially seeing a battle of this level would bring great benefits to their cultivation.    

    

Lin Hualong and the others were like eggplants that had been frosted by frost, looking dejected. The stronger Yin Jie was, the weaker their hearts would be.    

    

Lin Hualong had even started to settle the accounts of the Ling Alliance. He calculated whether it was enough for Ling Feng to squander like this, but no matter how he calculated, it was still not enough for Ling Feng to lose like this. His heart couldn't help but tremble, and cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.    

    

"Don't worry. Our chief won't lose!" Hu Ping patted Lin Hualong's shoulder and comforted him.    

    

"Brother Ping, I don't want our chief to lose, but this..."    

    

Lin Hualong looked at the ferocious Yin Jie on the stage. He had no idea what was going on.    

    

"What are you afraid of if I'm not afraid of you?" Hu Ping had an indifferent expression on his face.    

    

... ""    

    

Lin Hualong was speechless. Hu Ping really had the right to say such a thing, because out of the three hundred thousand contribution points, there was one hundred and fifty thousand of Hu Ping's, which was almost all of Hu Ping's belongings.    

    

The competition on the stage was getting more and more intense. Both of them were famous for their speed. Although they hadn't used their ultimate moves yet, the battle between them was extremely intense.    

    

Ling Feng relied on his speed and his comprehension of spear force. Although he had been in a passive state all this time, he didn't lose anything.    

    

"I really underestimated you!" Yin Jie said with a cold smile.    

    

"I overestimated you too!" Ling Feng said with an indifferent tone.    

    

Since the beginning of the competition, Yin Jie had been extremely arrogant. He really did not know why a person who was also in the top three of the Mortal Board would be so arrogant.    

    

"Hehe, show me your technique to deal with Huangfu Ke. Otherwise, you won't stand a chance!"    

    

Yin Jie's body paused. Suddenly, the Yuan Qi in his body erupted crazily. A wild wind howled around his body, and the long saber in his hand let out a series of saber cries. It was extremely ear-piercing, causing Ling Feng to frown. If it wasn't for his powerful soul force... What?    

    

It seemed like none of the top three experts on the ranking list were easy to deal with.    

    

This kind of soul attack was a level higher than Lan Feng's. It was almost invisible and could affect people. If one was not careful, one would fall for it.    

    

The corner of Ling Feng's mouth lifted into a smile, "Put away this little trick of yours. It's useless to me!"    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

Yin Jie sneered. Suddenly, his expression turned serious. Yuan Qi crazily poured into the blade, causing the entire blade to tremble even more violently. An ear-piercing sound spread out, causing everyone below the stage to frown. They began to circulate their Yuan Qi to block the attack.    

    

Ling Feng's eyes focused. Suddenly, he closed his eyes. The soul power spear in his sea of consciousness kept spinning. Threads of soul power formed an indestructible defense in his sea of consciousness. He allowed Yin Jie to cast it, but it was not affected at all.    

    

Yin Jie frowned. He could see that Ling Feng was not affected at all. He gave up on this attack and rushed forward. He jumped dozens of feet, then held the blade with both hands and chopped down.    

    

"Cross Blade Cut!"    

    

Along with Yin Jie's shout, the long blade slashed out two cross-shaped blade lights. The blade lights were pitch black, as if it had cut through the space. It was sharp and sharp, and it carried an unparalleled momentum as it slashed down at Ling Feng.    

    

"Cross Blade Slash! This is Yin Jie's famous ultimate skill. Looks like Ling Feng is going to lose!"    

    

"Even if he loses, he should be proud of himself. Many people want Yin Jie to use the Cross Blade Cut, but they can't do it!"    

    

When everyone saw this scene, their expressions couldn't help but surge. The battle was about to end.    

    

Lin Hualong and the others' expressions were uglier than crying. Lin Hualong couldn't help but wail, "Are we really going to lose? Millions of contribution points!"    

    

"Useless!"