Since the start of the battle of potentials, something spectacular had finally happened.
The two teams were shouting and fighting with all their might. What was unexpected was that this was a battle between the Ninth Clan and the 83 Clans, not a battle between the top 10 clans.
Pang Hong was the one who had stirred up this commotion.
He had defeated Wang Zhong in the first battle.
The second expert of the Ninth Clan stepped onto the stage.
He was aggressive and wanted to take revenge for Wang Zhong and save face for the Ninth Clan. After all, it was quite embarrassing to lose right at the beginning, especially to the 83 Clans.
"Die."
A shocking battle to the death had begun.
This time, the one who stepped onto the stage was slightly stronger than Wang Zhong, but in Pang Hong's eyes, it was nothing. He had not transformed into a dragon, but he had already beaten his opponent to the point where he spat out blood and was sent flying.
The second person fell at the feet of the Ninth Clan.
Seeing this, the Ninth Clan was completely enraged. Their nobility and superiority had been challenged, which was intolerable to them.
Pang Hong looked at the Ninth Clan coldly and arrogantly. He knew his responsibility. He had come here with morale on his shoulders. Not only could he not lose, he had to win beautifully. Only then would he have completed his mission today.
"The so-called top 10 Ninth Clan is only at this level. It looks like the 83 Clans are going to become the new Ninth Clan today."
Pang Hong could not help but laugh coldly.
To the Ninth Clan, the provocation of the weak was even more humiliating.
"Bastard, you have only won two battles. How dare you say such arrogant words? I will kill you."
"Frog in a well. Who do you think you are?"
In an instant, a large number of warriors flocked towards the Raging Dragon Battlefield.
At this time, Mu Huan was secretly communicating with Liang Teng.
"Brat, is there something wrong with your brain? I will say this again. If you don't know what's good for you, after today's battle, you will be disbanded and chased out of Massacre Dragon City. I will also send people to assassinate you. None of you will survive, especially you and the one on the stage. I will take away your inherited essence blood."
Liang Teng responded with a cold look.
They were indeed afraid of this threat, but as the saying went, they would rather die than lose. This was glory and dignity. Mu Huan would not understand.
Therefore, Liang Teng acted as if he had not heard him.
"If you really want to die, then don't blame me."
Mu Huan sneered coldly. He had to shatter the confidence and morale of these idiots. Thus, he stopped the crowd from swarming forward and said, "Mu Li, you go up."
Mu Li was a young girl beside him. She had once threatened Liang Teng and the others with him.
"Me."
The tall girl was a little disdainful. She was at least one of the top three in the Ninth Clan, and yet she was being asked to deal with such a person. She really thought too highly of them. Mu Li had thought that she wouldn't even need to fight in the first few rounds.
"Alright, I'll get this idiot down."
Mu Li raised her eyebrows and said helplessly.
The Ninth Clan finally quietened down when they saw her attack.
"Haha, with Mu Li taking action, that kid is dead for sure. He actually dares to act so arrogantly in front of our Ninth Clan. He really doesn't know what's good for him."
Amidst the admiring gazes of the crowd, the tall, slender, fair-skinned, elegant, and arrogant girl rushed onto the stage. She rolled her eyes at Pang Hong and said, "Mu Li of the Ninth Clan, go ahead."
His tone showed that he did not take Pang Hong seriously at all.
"Ding."
Pang Hong placed the halberd in his hand on the ground.
He recognized the person before him. She was Mu Huan's niece. She was of noble birth and had a cold expression. Even at this moment, she looked as if she was disgusted with fighting Pang Hong.
Behind him, a thousand brothers and sisters were cheering for Pang Hong.
He suddenly laughed and said, "After I defeat you, you will know the determination of the Battle Dragon Clan."
Mu Li did not deny it, but she could not help but sneer, as if she had heard a joke.
But she did not expect Pang Hong to actually have the strength to fight her. When he said the last word, his entire body turned into a purple shadow, and the halberd in his hand shot out.
"Can your halberd break my Snowy Rainwater Dao Weapon?"
A snow-white Dao Weapon made of feathers appeared on Mu Li's body, forming a shield. There were close to 300 Dao patterns, and compared to Pang Hong's Dao Weapon, it was far superior.
That was the difference between them.
But this did not stop Pang Hong's determination.
Explode.
The two clashed fiercely.
The ferocity of Pang Hong's attack instantly exceeded her imagination.
It was not because he was strong, but because he was crazy and did not care for his life. His purple halberd struck the Snowy Rainwater Divine Armor again and again. Even if he could not hurt her, he wanted to scare her.
Clang clang clang.
On the battlefield, one purple and one white fought fiercely. Although Mu Li had the Snowy Rainwater Divine Armor, she was still being chased by Pang Hong.
"Get lost."
She hated such a disgusting opponent. It was beneath her.
Pang Hong fought to the death without a word. His ferocity gave the Battle Dragon Clan great strength. At least they were fighting fairly now.
Boom.
Mu Li did not show mercy this time. Her head was directly struck. If not for the Snowy Rainwater Divine Armor, she would have died.
She fell to the ground, her head buzzing, and blood even flowed from the corner of her mouth.
In that instant, she was dumbfounded. The high and mighty goddess had been struck down from the altar by Pang Hong's halberd.
This was just the beginning.
At this moment, Pang Hong was like a wild beast. He did not have the slightest tenderness for the fairer sex. He only had the will to fight, the will to fight to the death.
Mu Li angrily transformed into a dragon.
Another Super Mystical Dragon, the Sky Snow Pattering Dragon.
This time, Pang Hong finally appeared. He transformed into a Purple Skies Empyrean Dragon. The two great Mystical Dragons began to fight fiercely on the Raging Dragon Battlefield. From this point on, Mu Li's Snowy Rainwater Divine Armor could no longer be used. The battle between the two was very intense. Mu Li was also filled with the will to fight, but compared to Pang Hong's desperate fighting style, she was still too inexperienced.
Their actual strength was equal, and Mu Li even had many Dao treasures, so she was slightly superior. But against Pang Hong's desperate fighting style, she was quickly at a disadvantage.
"How is this possible?"
Mu Li was once again in a daze. The Purple Skies Empyrean Dragon actually ignored her attacks. Drenched in blood, it charged towards her and wrapped its tail around her neck. Mu Li felt as though her neck was about to be broken. Mu Li felt as though her neck was about to be snapped.
"Let … me … go …"
At this moment, her face was pale, and her body was trembling. She no longer had the strength to resist.
The battle had ended. Such a scene had caused a huge commotion.
The Purple Skies Empyrean Dragon was covered in blood, but it did not even frown. It directly flung the Sky Snow Pattering Dragon away, causing her proud and huge Mystical Dragon body to collapse before the eyes of the Ninth Clan.
Pang Hong ignored the blood on his body. He flew around the Raging Dragon Battlefield, his bloodthirsty eyes still fixed on the Ninth Clan. He growled, "Ninth Clan, are there any more experts?"
This was a provocation, and also a release.
"Pang Hong."
The Battle Dragon Tribe was going crazy. Many of them had tears in their eyes. The feeling of finally being able to hold their heads high made their souls tremble.
Everyone had to fight, and this was just the beginning.
The Ninth Clan, on the other hand, was in an uproar.
Mu Huan stood rooted to the ground, his eyes extremely gloomy. He did not understand Liang Teng's decision, but he had no other choice. He could not break the rules in front of everyone.
But even Mu Li had been defeated.
How could the 83 Clans be so strong?
Mu Huan had predicted that Mu Li and Pang Hong were equal in strength, but that Pang Hong had an advantage in terms of Dao treasures. That was why he had let her go. He had overlooked the fact that a spoiled young lady was no match for a madman.
He suddenly panicked. The Ninth Clan would not lose today, would they? Would they lose to this bunch of madmen?
The only consolation was that Pang Hong was already injured after his battle with Mu Li. He was even starting to run out of stamina.
"Ninth Clan, who's next?"
Although Pang Hong was injured, he still hovered proudly in midair.
Many of the elders remembered his name.
This person reminded many of Long Chen.
In fact, no one knew that Long Chen had already returned. He was standing in a corner, watching everything. Beside him was the Young Dragon Palace's Qian Xue Huang.
"These children are going to have a reversal today. Did you teach them to resist?" the Qian Xue Huang asked calmly.
"That's their nature."
Long Chen could see himself in them, and he could not help but feel a little emotional.
"If you don't go, they will be looking forward to your return," the Qian Xue Huang said.
Long Chen shook his head and said, "They don't need me. Without me, they will be even braver. This is a metamorphosis of life. After crossing this hurdle, they will be reborn."
All he needed to do was watch from here.
After Mu Li was defeated, it meant that no matter how much the Ninth Clan did not believe them, they would have to see them as formidable enemies.
"He is already at the end of his rope. I will go and defeat him."
A warrior of the Ninth Clan, whose cultivation was among the top ten, rushed up.
He was at his peak, while Pang Hong was at the end of his rope.
It was another battle to the death.
What was shocking was that Pang Hong had won again.
He was covered in blood and wounds, but his eyes were still strong and cold as he stood proudly in the sky.
He said again, "Ninth Clan, is there no one who can fight?"
This huge provocation drove the members of the Ninth Clan crazy with anger.
Just Pang Hong alone had consecutively killed two of their top ten experts.
"Don't waste your experts. He is almost at his limit. I will go up."
Another warrior of the late stage of Yin and Yang rushed up. His strength was not among the top ten.
He thought that he would have no problem fighting Pang Hong, who was on the verge of collapse. But when the Purple Firmament Empyrean Dragon rushed up without care, the fighting spirit and coldness in its eyes made him panic.
The Ninth Clan was defeated again.
Pang Hong stood proudly in the sky. Although he was covered in blood, he was simply an undefeatable legend.
The Battle Dragon Clan had tears in their eyes. Pang Hong had already made a good start.
"Pang Hong, it's our turn," Luo Yan said worriedly.
Pang Hong laughed loudly and said, "No, I can still fight ten more. Just watch."
Mu Huan took a deep breath. He was about to go mad with anger.