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Although there have long been rumors that Ye Mingshang's strength has reached the peak level of a Celestial Master, there are more than one or two individuals present who possess similar abilities.
These are all powerful figures; who hasn't had their share of opportunities?
Many of the older gentlemen here were already at the peak of Celestial Master level decades ago. While they may be far from achieving immortality now, their magical powers have surpassed that peak by a significant margin.
In fact, due to their extensive experiences, their spells are profound and unfathomable, far exceeding those of the newly promoted Celestial Masters.
And there are many such individuals present.
Moreover, the Underworld River has stated that as long as one person here can defeat Ye Mingshang, it will suffice.
This means that Ye Mingshang must accept challenges from all of them.
It could even turn into a wheel battle.
"How dare he do this? Is he trying to put his son in danger?"
"I don't know. Even with my peak Celestial Master cultivation, I wouldn't dare to accept such a challenge. There are at least ten people here whose cultivation is no less than mine."
"I really don't know whether to call him confident or cruel."
"This is too arrogant; he completely disregards us."
The crowd murmured among themselves, and Underworld River scanned the room before shouting, "Everyone shut up!"
The crowd fell silent, even those who had been the loudest quickly held their tongues.
Although they were filled with resentment, they didn't dare to utter even a single word.
Just now, it was merely a ruckus created by the crowd, but once everyone quieted down, those troublemakers became quite conspicuous.
They certainly did not believe that Underworld River would take the feelings of those present into account, especially since they had just forcefully killed a few people.
This is the attitude of the strong.
Weakness means having no rights anywhere.
In the past, they had always instilled this idea in others; this time, however, they personally experienced it.
"Alright, since you have nothing to say, the battle officially begins," Underworld River nodded.
Everyone cursed inwardly, "Damn it! It's not that no one wants to speak; it's that we don't dare to! I have a belly full of grievances to air out, but Nima insists on keeping us quiet. I'm about to explode."
"Everyone disperse!"
With a loud shout, many people didn't even have time to react before being pushed aside by an overwhelming force that was impossible to resist.
Caught off guard, many fell over, and those in front couldn't stop in time, resulting in screams as numerous shoe prints appeared on many bodies.
Fortunately, they were all strong individuals with exceptional physical qualities; they only suffered some dirt and pain.
If it had been ordinary people, they would likely have been trampled to death.
"Arena, rise!"
With another command given, before anyone could feel anger, they noticed a massive object flying down from the sky and crashing down suddenly.
"What is that? A UFO?"
"Has Ultraman fallen?"
"That's Cybertron, right?"
"Enough already, you delusional youths."
It was a massive Disc with a diameter of a kilometer and a thickness of several meters, shaped like an inverted cone, exuding a metallic texture.
"Scatter!"
With a shout, Underworld River moved back, and Ye Mingshang quickly pulled Li Mengyu away.
As for the others, they had long since fled to a safe distance.
Just as they dispersed, the enormous Disc came crashing down, landing precisely where they had just been standing.
"Boom!!!"
The Disc was huge and heavy, and given its metallic sheen, it was likely made of pure metal.
Such a grand display could only be accomplished by Underworld River.
A tremendous roar erupted as a violent wind swept through, sending some people flying backward.
Ye Mingshang and Li Mengyu barely managed to avoid it, struggling to keep their eyes open against the strong gusts.
"Damn it! This old bastard is really going crazy!" Ye Mingshang cursed while shielding his eyes with his arm.
As the wind settled, everyone shook their dazed heads and looked over, instantly filled with shock.
In the arena, a circular structure with a diameter of about one kilometer stood tall.
Due to its conical shape and the heavy pressure, it was embedded directly into the ground, exposing only about one meter of its surface height.
Looking at this massive object, Ye Mingshang swallowed hard and thought, "Damn! If this thing falls on me, I’m done for! That old ghost!"
If Ye Mingshang felt this way, others were even more apprehensive.
They had previously complained about Underworld River pushing them away, but now it seemed they should be grateful that he was looking out for them. If he hadn’t...
With such a large "grinding stone," they would be crushed into organic matter.
Seeing this scene, Underworld River nodded in satisfaction and then looked over at Ye Mingshang not far away.
"Mingshang, guard the arena!"
Ye Mingshang grimaced slightly and slowly walked up to the arena, not forgetting to glare at Underworld River to express his dissatisfaction.
Underworld River pretended not to see and said in a deep voice, "Alright, now if anyone believes they have the skills and wants to challenge Son, you may step forward."
As he spoke, he waved his hand casually, causing a golden dragon ball to float high in the air.
"This dragon ball is the prize. Whoever is the first to defeat Son will receive it. But if no one can defeat Son, this will be his wedding gift."
Ye Mingshang listened on the side, gritting his teeth. "What the hell! You keep calling him Son like it's so great? I'm Son too; what are you, old dog?"
The crowd exchanged glances; the information was overwhelming, and they had yet to process it.
After several moments passed without anyone stepping onto the stage, Underworld River sarcastically remarked, "What's wrong? Is there no one here who dares to compete with Son?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a young man in his thirties stepped forward, exuding an impressive aura. With sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a hooked nose, he looked quite extraordinary.
"I wonder if I could ask for some guidance," the young man said defiantly, tilting his head slightly.
"I've made it very clear that anyone can participate," came the reply, implying that if he thought of himself as something other than human, he should refrain from joining.
The young man did not catch the sarcasm in the words. With a light step and a swift movement, he gracefully landed on the Arena.
"Young Master, greetings. I am Zhang Jin from Kongtong Sect, here to seek your guidance," he said, cupping his fists in respect.
"Ye Mingshang, please!" Ye Mingshang nodded in acknowledgment and gestured for him to proceed.
"Is that Zhang Jin? The young master of Kongtong Sect?" someone recognized him and gasped in surprise.
"I've heard that Zhang Jin is the most talented individual in Kongtong Sect's history aside from the sect's founder. He is still under thirty but has already reached the Master Realm; he must be nearing his peak."
"It is said that Ye Mingshang also possesses peak Celestial Master strength. I wonder what the outcome will be if these two fight."
While the crowd was still discussing, Zhang Jin's eyes flashed with determination as he suddenly dashed forward, covering the hundred-meter distance almost instantly.
Then, drawing his sword from his waist, a flash of light gleamed from the blade.
"Sword Technique—Unyielding Charge." (To be continued.)
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