Chapter 1552: Ao Tian’s Pride

Yang Yan quickly tidied up his slightly chaotic thoughts and glanced at his opponent.

It seemed as if he was truly favored by the Heavenly Dao, as his opponent only had the strength of a Half-Step Saint…

However, Yang Yan would not let his guard down because of this.

After all, those who could come here, even if they were at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Races’ elite, must have their own reliance.

Golden light flashed, and the World-Ending Demon Spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Yang Yan swung the spear, and the shadow of the Demon God manifested.

The opponent’s cultivator’s face changed drastically, clearly not expecting Yang Yan to attack without warning.

In panic, he frantically pushed power in front of him, laying down various defensive measures.

This cultivator was present when the Celestial Venerable died, and his heart was filled with fear towards Yang Yan who could kill such a powerful being.

At that time, Yang Yan seemed like a Demon God from hell, crushing with absolute power, and the scene of killing the Celestial Venerable was still vivid in his mind.

He kept retreating, but this could not delay his fate of life and death disappearing.

In an instant, the Demon God’s phantom arrived, the spear light flashed, and his front defenses shattered like paper.

The spear tip fell on that cultivator, and for a moment, his eyes showed a deep expression of despair.

Yang Yan’s expression remained unchanged, and with a flash of spear light, the cultivator instantly turned into a pile of ash, becoming dust scattered on the battlefield.

However, the barriers around him did not immediately disappear, still stirring layers of power.

Moreover, due to the caster’s demise, these powers completely lost control, becoming restless, as if they would explode at any moment.

Yang Yan frowned, grabbing a spatial rift out of thin air with his left hand, which swallowed all the barriers, restoring peace.

Having finished this, Yang Yan turned his gaze to the battlefield where the Void-Devouring Tiger was located.

The Void-Devouring Tiger, having transformed into human shape, smiled with eyes shimmering with fierce fighting spirit.

He seemed unwilling to engage in close combat, immediately pulling back and constantly throwing Array Jade Plates imbued with strong spiritual power fluctuations at his opponent.

His opponent was covered in black scales, with blood qi condensing into a towering blood column.

Yang Yan nodded secretly, as the life-saving means he provided was used right away.

This guy was inherently crafty, clearly not wanting to consume too much of his energy, thus choosing this almost rogue fighting style.

But one has to admit, it was a very smart choice.

Because the person opposite him clearly had strong defenses, very suitable for close combat.

Sure enough, under the relentless attack of the Array Jade Plates from the Void-Devouring Tiger, his opponent only had strength but could not get close.

Soon, the hard scales could no longer bear the burden, starting to explode piece by piece, causing bright red blood to flow down his body, dyeing the battlefield below.

The cultivator was furious, roaring, “Ant, if you have the guts, duel me one-on-one. Using others’ tactics isn’t a skill.”

Such a taunt might work on others, but unfortunately, this guy was extraordinarily unlucky, facing the Void-Devouring Tiger.

He was not moved, instead mockingly retorting, “If you have it, show it! Master Hu will take it.”

“You should know, other’s tactics are also a form of one’s strength. Complaining like this on the battlefield, no wonder you’re unlucky to meet Master Hu.”

The cultivator initially wanted to provoke the Void-Devouring Tiger, unexpectedly being provoked by the other into a fiery rage.

Yet, the Void-Devouring Tiger’s sarcastic attacks did not cease at all.

In fact, the cultivator felt that while provoking him, the Void-Devouring Tiger’s attacks sped up.

The cultivator tried various methods but was countered by the endless ranged attacks.

Helpless, he continued to passively cope with the Array Jade Plates’ onslaught.

Finally, after the cultivator let out a roar of unwillingness, the Void-Devouring Tiger suddenly used Spatial Teleportation, reappearing to deliver a punch, accurately striking the opponent’s head.

Boom!

A rain of blood exploded, and the cultivator’s physical body instantly collapsed.

As the Primordial Spirit flew out, he suddenly saw another spatial rift appear in the sky.

Caught off guard, he couldn’t change direction in time, heading straight into it without a trace.

Having won, the Void-Devouring Tiger didn’t linger and shouted to the air, “I admit defeat! Let Master Hu out quickly.”

The surrounding space slightly trembled, and the Void-Devouring Tiger’s figure quickly faded, soon vanishing from the stage.

Evidently, Yang Yan’s previous advice worked, as not only did the Void-Devouring Tiger directly use the life-saving methods provided, but others, upon battling briefly, also summoned the Array Jade Plates.

With the successful victory of the Void-Devouring Tiger, others also defeated their opponents, opting out of the second competition, and left the battlefield.

Yang Yan saw this result and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet soon, his gaze fell on a familiar figure struggling on the battlefield, causing his brow to furrow again.

Yang Yan could only sigh slightly in his heart.

Indeed, Ao Tian’s pride was ingrained in his bones.

Even now, Ao Tian had not used the life-saving items provided by Yang Yan, instead engaging in a bare-knuckle brawl with his opponent.

However, as he watched, Yang Yan relaxed.

Ao Tian’s combat method, though risky, was gradually gaining the upper hand, victory was only a matter of time.

Surely about five minutes later, Ao Tian seized an opportunity, punching his opponent’s chest, followed by a side kick that knocked him over.

Before the opponent’s body fell to the ground, Ao Tian had already flashed to the weakest point, with a curved blade in hand somehow.

The blade raised and fell, slicing through with a cold light, blood spraying, and the opponent’s head flew off.

Ao Tian’s face, stained with blood, showed a faint smile, seemingly sensing Yang Yan’s gaze, turned to give a slight smile, then sat in meditation on the ground.

Yang Yan sighed and gave up on persuasion.

Yang Yan knew, originally they were equal in strength, but after a few years, the gap widened, likely deeply stimulating this friend and mentor.

Ao Tian, as the White Tiger King, was always proud, certainly holding back a drive within.

Now with options to increase strength, he wouldn’t give them up at any cost.

An hour later, all cultivators’ battles had ended.

At this time, the remaining bloodstains on the battlefield disappeared, and various light curtains changed constantly, merging again.

And Yang Yan’s second opponent appeared before him.