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However, the onlookers overlooked the blood that dripped onto the ground. That blood began to flow in an illogical manner, slowly gathering and quickly forming a large formation.
At this moment, Ling Mo Xie finally realized what was wrong, yet the spectators remained oblivious, chatting and laughing about how Feng Qian Guo's platform had driven people mad during the Menglan Conference's competition. It seemed that Ling Mo Xie indeed had some skills; he was not just a name without substance.
The blood that gathered into a formation did not leak any spiritual energy. It was on the ground, and since it was just one person's blood, it was not surprising that it went unnoticed.
As Ling Mo Xie watched the formation formed by the blood, a sense of crisis surged within him. He furrowed his brow, wondering if this blood formation could actually pose a threat to him. Why did he feel that this formation was not an offensive type and lacked any attacking capability?
At this time, Feng Youlong finally stopped his laughter, his expression returning to normal and appearing somewhat calm. He looked at Ling Mo Xie and said, "I admit I underestimated you. However, even so, my Feng Qian Guo royal family is not something you can toy with like a monkey! You have successfully angered me to the point where I would risk my life without hesitation!"
As he spoke, Feng Youlong's expression turned resentful, almost grinding his teeth in anger, clearly indicating his deep hatred for Ling Mo Xie.
At this moment, Feng Youlong, who had lost a significant amount of blood, appeared very weak. After saying this one sentence, his expression turned painful; his brow furrowed, his face pale, drenched in sweat as he gasped for breath.
Although he knew that this formation was extraordinary and could potentially threaten him, Ling Mo Xie naturally could not agree with Feng Youlong's words. He merely raised an eyebrow and said, "Is that all you've got?"
"Haha! Just wait!" Feng Youlong laughed heartily, seemingly filled with absolute confidence that he could retaliate against Ling Mo Xie and even take his life.
Ling Mo Xie's brow furrowed; the feeling of danger grew stronger. Yet nothing seemed to happen on stage—oh no, at least Feng Youlong appeared even weaker.
This feeling of being threatened made Ling Mo Xie quite uncomfortable. Knowing it stemmed from the formation drawn by the blood on the ground, he focused his thoughts and launched a skill toward the formation. However, there was no change in the formation.
"Haha! Don't even think about destroying my formation. Before summoning the Divine Beast, this formation cannot be destroyed by anyone—no one can!"
Feng Youlong watched Ling Mo Xie's actions and laughed heartily as if he found great amusement in Ling Mo Xie's attempts.
"Is that so? A Divine Beast? I want to see what it is." Upon learning about the function of this formation, Ling Mo Xie felt much calmer. A summoning formation?
No matter what it summoned, he would kill it. Although he sensed danger, he did not feel a breath of death from it. This so-called Divine Beast should not have an overwhelming advantage over him; otherwise, with just Feng Youlong's Nascent Soul Stage life, summoning a devastating Divine Beast would be too outrageous.
"SSS!" A loud sound echoed, and although it was immense, it resembled the hissing of a snake, leaving Ling Mo Xie somewhat speechless. Could this divine beast actually be just a snake?
In addition to the sound, the formation also underwent a change, with blinding red light soaring into the sky, accompanied by a chilling aura.
At this moment, the onlookers finally realized something was off and began to panic. The aura was indeed frightening, causing chaos among the crowd, with some people quietly retreating into the distance. It seemed they were quick to flee upon sensing danger!
Meanwhile, Feng Youlong could only let out a gleeful laugh before Ling Mo Xie heard his agonizing scream, after which there was no further sign of life.
Amidst the red light, a phantom of a snake slowly materialized.
Though it was called a snake, it was somewhat different. The tail had two hooks, and its body was not covered in scales like a typical snake but rather something akin to armor. Most notably, this creature had a row of legs like a centipede!
"What the hell? This is supposed to be a divine beast? It looks more like a ferocious beast!" Ling Mo Xie couldn't help but scoff at the situation.
The powerful aura of the snake-like ferocious beast emanated strongly. As soon as it appeared, it could be sensed that it was at the Nascent Soul stage, matching Feng Youlong's cultivation level. As time passed, the phantom of the snake gradually solidified, and its momentum surged upward rapidly, soon reaching the Separation Period. If this continued, Ling Mo Xie would definitely be unable to handle it.
Seeing the situation on stage, Shangguan Ying'er was momentarily stunned and somewhat dazed. She then turned to the three seated sect leaders and said, "Masters, Feng Youlong is already dead; the competition should have ended!"
The Azure Emperor Sect leader glanced at Shangguan Ying'er and nodded. He had almost confirmed that there was a powerful figure behind Ling Mo Xie. The snake's cultivation was rising rapidly and had now reached the mid-Distraction stage. Ling Mo Xie might not be able to win; giving him face wouldn't hurt.
Just as he was about to voice his agreement, however, the Divine Martial Sect leader suddenly interjected: "That won't do! Once on the Arena, the competition cannot end until it's over. This divine beast was summoned by Feng Youlong; since it is still alive, how can we declare Feng Youlong defeated?"
The Azure Emperor Sect leader and the Artifact Sect leader exchanged surprised glances at this unexpected stance from the Divine Martial Sect leader. What was wrong with this old fellow today?
However, with the Divine Martial Sect leader's opposition, the Azure Emperor Sect leader couldn't make a unilateral decision and turned to look at the Artifact Sect leader for his opinion.
The Artifact Sect leader initially shared similar thoughts with the Azure Emperor Sect leader—giving Ling Mo Xie some leeway would be fine—but now faced with opposition from the Divine Martial Sect leader, he pondered further. He believed that perhaps the Divine Martial Sect leader wanted to test Ling Mo Xie again. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I support the Divine Martial Sect leader's viewpoint."
The Azure Emperor's sect leader felt a bit frustrated and waved his hand to dismiss Shangguan Ying'er, then looked at the stage and said, "Then let it be as you wish!"
The leader of the Qi Sect was unaware that the leader of the Divine Martial Sect intended to test Ling Mo Xie; he simply wanted Ling Mo Xie dead!
At this moment, on the Arena, the serpent-like divine beast had fully materialized. It was quite large, measuring six or seven meters long and thicker than a pillar.
It seemed that the divine beast was under some restriction, as its cultivation could only grow to the late stage of Distraction and could not increase further. This allowed Ling Mo Xie to breathe a sigh of relief, though he still felt some concern.
This serpent appeared to have an extraordinary bloodline, likely being some fierce beast or a descendant of one that he was unaware of.
Among beasts, even with the same level of cultivation, those with higher noble bloodlines would be more formidable. In contrast, humans at the same cultivation level were equivalent to spirit beasts and demon beasts of medium bloodlines.
The fierce beast before him had a higher cultivation and an exceptional bloodline, making it quite troublesome!
Meanwhile, in the audience, Shangguan Ying'er looked worriedly at Ling Mo Xie. Beside her, Chen Yan maintained a nonchalant demeanor as she gazed at the serpent-like fierce beast on the Arena, seemingly unfazed. She calmly muttered to herself, "So it's a descendant of the Hook Snake. But what a strange hybrid it has become; I almost didn't recognize it."
Chen Yan's tone was filled with disdain and contempt.
Little Chi remained focused on his candied hawthorn skewers, showing no concern for Ling Mo Xie on stage. After all, it was just a fierce beast; their leader would handle it!
Ling Mo Xie, however, was inwardly lamenting. As soon as the Hook Snake appeared, he cast a binding spell to immobilize it first and planned to unleash several skills to reduce its health before proceeding. But after executing his plan, he was shocked to discover that although he had successfully immobilized the Hook Snake before it could do anything, he had somehow been poisoned!
The poison was known as Hook Snake Venom and lasted for ten minutes! Moreover, it drained five thousand health points per second!
What a tragedy this was! Even with a Small Blood Pool, he couldn't withstand such rapid health loss. Furthermore, after several previous uses, his remaining Health Points were already quite low.
Ling Mo Xie still didn't know whether this Small Blood Pool was a one-time use or if there were ways to replenish it.
The Hook Snake clearly knew that Ling Mo Xie had been poisoned and remained calm, just waiting for Ling Mo Xie to attack it with skills.
At this moment, Ling Mo Xie also discovered another frustrating fact: this Hook Snake had two million health!
This was a matter of life and death. Not only was it poisonous, but it was also highly skilled, and its health was so thick. Indeed, he was not the protagonist; this snake was the real protagonist!
At this point, Ling Mo Xie's heart was nearly collapsing. However, facing a situation where not attacking meant certain death, he could only risk everything and continue to attack the Hook Snake. Watching the Hook Snake's Health Bar slowly decrease, Ling Mo Xie's resentment grew.
"Big White!" Ling Mo Xie summoned Big White as well. The time for the Condensation Technique was almost up; perhaps Big White's Soul Snatching Tiger could buy him some time.
Meanwhile, the chaos below finally calmed down thanks to the people from the Three Major Sects. People moved much farther away from the Arena, watching Ling Mo Xie fight against the Hook Snake with sympathy in their eyes.
At the same time, they firmly believed that they must not toy with their opponents like Ling Mo Xie did; if they were to fight, they should finish it in one blow. Otherwise, if a situation like this arose, they would be left in tears.
"This time, even if Ling Mo Xie is famous, there's no way he can deal with this snake with whatever Elixirs he has," people whispered below.
"I think so too. This snake's aura is so powerful; it doesn't seem like an ordinary Spirit Beast Monster. Its bloodline must be extraordinary! What a pity; Ling Mo Xie originally had a bright future ahead of him, but it seems today he will meet his end here!"
"Exactly! Who can they blame? It's not like he didn't provoke Feng Youlong into a rage!"
These people completely forgot that when Ling Mo Xie was playing around with Feng Youlong, they were cheering him on from below.
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