"Ancestor!"

Just as the aura of the venerable Chixiao Sect ancestor reached its peak, Jiang Chen's shout rang out.

The venerable Chixiao ancestor and Elder Ming of the Youming Sect both looked down simultaneously, their gaze landing on Jiang Chen in the arena.

"Let me do it, please trust me!" Jiang Chen's eyes blazed as he stared at the venerable Chixiao ancestor in midair.

When the venerable Chixiao ancestor appeared, Jiang Chen hadn't noticed, but as the ancestor's aura peaked, Jiang Chen saw that the venerable Chixiao ancestor indeed didn't have much life left, as his body was already beginning to emit Death Qi.

If the venerable Chixiao ancestor were to fight, regardless of the outcome, he was sure to die!

"Young Jiang of the Jiang family, don't overestimate yourself!" The venerable Chixiao ancestor spoke indifferently, "Today, with this old man here, nobody can touch you!"

"Ancestor, you can protect me this one time, but can you protect me for a lifetime?"

Jiang Chen spoke calmly, "Besides, you are the cornerstone of the Chixiao Sect. If you die, the Chixiao Sect might cease to exist! Believe in me, I also want to try and see what the strength of a Peak Semi Supreme is really like! Moreover, I've had a few Semi Supremes die by my hand already!"

Jiang Chen did feel somewhat confident; after all, the avatar deity of the Eight-Headed Serpent, which likely reached the Venerable Realm, had been slain by Jiang Chen.

At worst, he'd pass out again.

But Jiang Chen didn't know that his success previously was because he had unleashed the Descending Divine Dragon for the first time during combat, calling upon the Soul Consciousness of the Ancestral Dragon, which is why he had been able to kill the Black Mist Serpent that possessed Venerable Realm strength!

The venerable Chixiao ancestor looked deeply at Jiang Chen, a touch of relief in his eyes, "Worthy of being the dragon of the Jiang family, very well, I'll leave this battle to you. Rest assured, the same words still apply: with this old man here, you will most certainly not die!"

"I don't think I'll die either!" Jiang Chen said with a slight smile, looking down toward the blood-red cocoon not far in front of him.

At this moment, a vast aura flowed on the surface of the blood-red cocoon, vast and boundless.

Jiang Chen knew that this was the aura of the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon Pill was refined from the Blood Demon's own blood. At this time, all his attacks were in vain; he could only wait for Li Batian to finish absorbing the medicinal power of the Blood Demon Pill and then fight him!

Crack crack crack!

As the crowd watched, the blood-red cocoon began to send out a series of crisp sounds, and cracks appeared at the top of the cocoon, slowly extending downwards.

Powerful auras emanated from the cracks in the cocoon, filling the entire square.

"This..."

"So powerful!"

"Why does it feel almost the same as the ancestors' auras?!"

"Could it be that he has reached the Venerable Realm?"

Gasps of astonishment sounded all around the square.

Jiang Chen's eyes were heavy as he gazed at the blood-red cocoon, a faint golden light emitting from his body; he was running the Heavenly Dragon Art cultivation technique to its utmost limit, and his eyes slowly turned golden!

The expression on the face of the venerable Chixiao Sect ancestor in the air changed drastically, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Peak Semi Venerable, one foot stepped into the Venerable Realm! How is this possible? How could he have fully absorbed the medicinal power of the Blood Demon Pill?"

Suddenly, the venerable Chixiao ancestor's body trembled, and he looked up, staring intently at Elder Ming, "Did you prepare for this all along? Did you let them soak in the blood pool when they were in the Acquired Realm?"

"Chixiao, you've learned of this too late! A thousand years ago, after the battle, you major sects destroyed most of the Blood Demon Pills you obtained, but the ancestor of our Youming Sect had the foresight not to. A thousand years of planning has finally come to fruition!" Elder Ming said loudly, his eyes revealing a frenzied fervor, "The Martial Dao World will belong to our Youming Hall! Haha..."

"Bastard!" The venerable Chixiao ancestor roared in anger, the Longsword in his hands bursting forth with a fierce aura of slaughter, his eyes fixated on Elder Ming as his entire aura rose once again!

"Chixiao, you've aged, today you can't kill me. If you can't kill me, you will certainly die! Why bother? As an old friend, I can be the last one to swallow up your Chixiao Sect, which would also be a way of repaying the life-saving grace you showed me back then!" Elder Ming looked mockingly at the venerable Chixiao ancestor.

The expression of the venerable Chixiao ancestor darkened, and without speaking, his aura had already condensed, his gaze fixed intently on the arena below.

He couldn't afford to clash head-on with Elder Ming right now, but if Jiang Chen faced any life-threatening danger, he had no choice but to engage.

In those days, it was the Dragon Descendant who countered the Blood Demon who had then been slain.

Now, Youming Hall is set to tread the path of the Blood Demon once again, and only by protecting the Dragon Descendant is there hope of defeating them.

Therefore, whether it be for the sake of the Jiang Family's affection, or for the sake of Chixiao Sect or the Martial Dao World, the ancestor of Chixiao had to protect Jiang Chen.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out as a powerful surge of blood-colored mist shot up into the sky.

Li Batian directly burst the blood cocoon, revealing a blood-soaked figure.

Jiang Chen's pupils constricted, a hint of astonishment appeared in his eyes, and his brows tightly furrowed.

Li Batian at this point could no longer be called human.

His entire body was blood-red, his face hideously distorted, all veins and arteries bulging, even his hair turned blood-red and stood on end.

And around him radiated a blood-colored mist, his eyes blood-red, emanating a chilling and bloodthirsty murderous intent.

Li Batian had completely transformed into a God of Slaughter!

"Blood! I want blood! I want lots of blood!"

Li Batian let out an unconscious growl and charged towards Jiang Chen, who was the closest, disappearing in a flash from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's expression tightened as he hurriedly raised his hand and slapped out.

Bang! Bang!

Thud!

With one palm strike, Jiang Chen was sent flying backward, crashing into the black mist that encircled the edge of the arena, and then violently collapsing onto the arena floor.

Puh!

Jiang Chen's cheeks flushed with blood, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, looking at Li Batian with a look of horror.

What kind of strength is this?

How is this possible? Is this the Venerable Realm?

Or just one foot into the Venerable Realm?

Jiang Chen was astoundingly shocked in his heart; even though he had only exerted eighty percent of his strength just now, he didn't expect that his palm strike was like hitting a speeding train, and he was thrown out by an overwhelming force!

"Young Master!"

"Mr. Jiang!"

"Young Jiang!"

A chorus of shocked cries rang out around, as Yan Hu, Wu Qianxun, and a group of Unchanging Valley disciples rushed towards the black mist.

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled sounds erupted, and Yan Hu and the others were once again repelled by the black mist.

Puh puh!

Yan Hu and Wu Qianxun, who rushed forward with the most urgency, spit out a mouthful of fresh blood midair while being thrown backward.

"Don't come over! It's no use!"

Jiang Chen shouted deeply, and his figure flashed away from the spot.

Boom!

A huge rumbling erupted as the edge of the arena collapsed, revealing Li Batian's blood-colored figure.

After that strike from Li Batian, only the rebounding force caused him to stagger a little; then he charged towards Jiang Chen once again.

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