Chapter 392: Battling the Demon Race, Zhao Yu Goes Crazy!

On the throne of the myriad races' kings, the Tiger Race's king saw this scene and his face instantly sank.

For the myriad races as a whole, drawing the Three Races undoubtedly means certain defeat.

And now, in this crucial third round, the Tiger Race drew the Divine Race.

Obviously, they have no chance to make the top three.

Although the Tiger Race king clearly understands that making the top three is as difficult as reaching heaven, the first match is nevertheless a battle between his own race and the Divine Race.

He really is in a bad mood.

The Holy Spirit King chuckled as he looked at the Tiger Race king, giving a slight smile.

"This time, I'm still going to make the Tiger Race's friends laugh at us!"

Although he said that, the arrogance in the Holy Spirit King's words did not diminish in the slightest.

The Tiger Race king could only force a smile while offering flattery.

There's nothing to be done; although the Tiger Race is a first-rate tribe, compared to the Divine Race the gap is still too great.

As expected, the first battle ended in defeat for the Tiger Race.

Moreover, the Divine Race side dispatched only six people and already thoroughly defeated the Tiger Race's ten heavenly pride.

Such terrifying power even made Su Yu raise his eyebrows involuntarily.

"This Divine Race's strength is somewhat terrifying!"

Su Yu murmured.

Su Yu observed that, among the six heavenly pride dispatched by the Divine Race this time, as many as four were at the mid-stage of Great Sun Grand Master!

The remaining two were strong cultivators at the early stage of Great Sun Grand Master.

Just these six are already like this, and moreover the Divine Race's seed contestants have not yet been deployed.

Yet just these six have brought a heavy pressure upon the Human Race.

Even Zhou Yuanqing couldn't help but frown slightly.

Soon, as the battle between the Divine Race and the Tiger Race ended, the Heaven Sword King's voice sounded.

"Those who drew numbers three and four, step forward!"

The crowd exchanged glances, Heaven Spirit Child smiled slightly, and walked out directly.

Wearing the cultivation of early-stage Great Sun Grand Master, his power erupted explosively.

Boom—!!

A pale yellow phantom of the Great Sun appeared behind Heaven Spirit Child, as if announcing something.

And in the demon race's chamber, the burly youth looked at Heaven Spirit Child and gave a ferocious smile.

"I never expected that we would run into good fortune and encounter the Human Race!"

"Since that's the case... Moduo, you go up!"

Seeing, a youth with a strange angle atop his head gave a weird smile and charged out, his cultivation likewise erupting.

A cultivation not inferior to Heaven Spirit Child's erupted explosively!

Boom—!!

Above the plaza, the aura unique to Great Sun Grand Master surged outward violently.

The scorching undulations, like a heat wave, swept across.

However, upon seeing that the opponent was the Demon Race, the faces of some Human Race kings changed slightly.

"Damn it, how did we encounter the Demon Race? Could it be that the Human Race is really going to stop at the top three?"

"Yes, the Demon Race's lineup this time is not simple; uniformly cultivating Great Sun Grand Master, and the leader of their heavenly pride is said to be a disciple of the Demon Emperor, having received his personal transmission."

"What a hassle!"

Several Human Race kings sighed, their brows locked tight.

The Martial King said calmly.

"Shut up! Watch the match in peace!"

Upon hearing the Martial King's words, those Human Race kings obediently closed their mouths and looked toward the battle on the plaza.

Heaven Spirit Child looked at Moduo, showing no fear on his face, only a restless eagerness.

"I've long heard that the Demon Race's heavenly pride is extraordinary; I just don't know where their limits lie!"

Moduo gave a cold snort, killing intent surfacing.

"I'm afraid you'll regret it!"

Moduo let out a low shout, instantly striking out, wrapping himself in violent undulations and instantly rushing at Heaven Spirit Child.

Heaven Spirit Child showed no fear, likewise erupting with terrifying undulations and directly becoming entangled with Moduo.

Soon, their exchange had already surpassed a hundred rounds.

Zhao Wei watched the scene before him and gave a light smile.

"It seems the Demon Race's heavenly pride isn't as fearsome as imagined; in this battle our Human Race might not lose!"

Upon saying this, he received the agreement of many.

Only Xiang Shaoyun, Su Yu, and Zhou Yuanqing raised their brows slightly.

Although Heaven Spirit Child and Moduo are currently evenly matched, the three could sense that Heaven Spirit Child's aura had begun to become disordered.

Su Yu sighed.

"Alas, Heaven Spirit Child has lost!"

Upon hearing Su Yu's words, Zhao Wei's brow furrowed slightly and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Su Yu, I admit your strength is not bad, but there's no need to boost others' morale while crushing our own spirit!"

Obviously, Zhao Wei was extremely dissatisfied with Su Yu's words.

Yeah, Su Yu, Tian Lingzi and Moduo are fighting so fiercely it's hard to tell who's winning—how could he possibly lose?

Zhao Feng said the same.

As Zhao Wei's younger brother, he naturally also spoke on Zhao Wei's behalf.

Su Yu didn't join the two, merely watching the battle indifferently.

Sure enough, just a few dozen seconds after Su Yu said that, Tian Lingzi's body was heavily blasted away, smashing into the ground and creating a deep pit.

Tian Lingzi's face showed a pained expression as he struggled to speak.

"I concede!"

Moduo, who had originally wanted to continue attacking, let out a regretful cold snort after hearing Tian Lingzi's words.

"You're wise to back down!"

Immediately, he turned toward the human race's quarters, raised his middle finger, and said with a smile.

"The human race... is nothing more than this!"

Zhao Wei's expression was somewhat grim—one reason being that Su Yu had slapped him in the face, the other being Moduo's arrogance.

"Damn, he's so arrogant—I'll go up!"

Zhao Wei let out a low roar, like a frenzied beast, and without waiting for anyone else to speak, he charged straight out.

Tian Lingzi was taken away by the medical team; Zhao Wei rushed onto the plaza, and his mid-stage Great Sun Grand Master cultivation erupted instantly.

Moduo's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a mocking expression.

"I concede!"

Upon hearing that, Zhao Feng's body jerked, and he stared at Moduo in a frenzy.

"Trash, if you've got the guts, fight me!"

Zhao Wei roared, he originally just wanted to teach Moduo a lesson; Moduo's strength, though strong, was only early-stage Great Sun Grand Master cultivation, and thus could not possibly be his match.

Moduo gave a cold laugh.

"Idiot, do you really think I'm a fool of your human race? If you can't beat me, what are you even doing stepping up?"

Having said that, Moduo walked straight down from the plaza, leaving the frenzied Zhao Wei there, unable to vent his rage.

Soon, a Great Sun Mid-stage heavenly pride walked out from the demon race's quarters, smiling at Zhao Wei and speaking lightly.

"Demon race... Moling!"

As soon as his words fell, Moling struck instantly, vast demonic energy surging across heaven and earth, pressing toward Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei seemed to have also found an outlet, and launched a frantic attack.

In an instant, the battle between the two erupted!