The voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to be heard by everyone in the arena.
The chaotic square fell silent for a moment, only to erupt into noise again after a few breaths.
"What did he say? He actually dared to tell Junior Brother Chen Mo to get lost?"
"How arrogant! Junior Brother Chen Mo, teach him a lesson!"
"Why is this kid still picking a fight with that little guy, Chen Mo?" Jia Xingtian looked puzzled.
"Although he defeated Nalan Yanran, he's still no match for that little guy," Fa Ma whispered. Chen Mo's performance in the friendly match had already left them in awe.
The elders were momentarily speechless. They had been preparing to surround and kill Xiao Yan according to the original plan, but this unexpected turn of events caught them off guard.
Yun Yun's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her ethereal eyes filled with a hint of surprise.
On the high platform, Chen Mo's fingers, which had been tapping on the armrest, suddenly stopped. A faint, sinister smile appeared on his lips.
This sinister smile was something he had finally mastered today.
"Chen Mo, don't go up. There's a Soul Entity hidden within him. You're no match for him."
A voice transmission reached Chen Mo, causing him to pause. He followed the source of the voice and found it was the Sixth Elder.
What's going on?
How does he know?
It seems there's still a way to handle this.
While Chen Mo was momentarily stunned, Xiao Yan below felt a surge of joy. He's scared. He doesn't dare to accept the challenge.
Xiao Yan taunted, "What's wrong? Chen Mo, are you scared now? Weren't you so arrogant in Desert City? Now you don't even dare to accept a fight?"
Chen Mo's expression darkened. He abruptly stood up, and with a shake of his back, a pair of black wings shot out. He then flew down.
"You're asking for death!"
"I spared your life that day, but I didn't expect you to dare show up again today," Chen Mo landed and sneered, "But judging from your earlier performance, it seems you've come well-prepared."
"Do you think it'll be like last time?" Xiao Yan also sneered, raising the Mystic Heavy Ruler and pointing it at Chen Mo, "Today, it's either you die, or I perish!"
As he spoke, black and white flames rose from his body. Moments later, a purple flame emerged, intertwining with the black and white flames, enveloping Xiao Yan entirely.
"That's… another Strange Fire? No, it looks more like a Beast Fire. It seems somewhat familiar," Fa Ma said.
"You feel it too," Jia Xingtian, not far from Fa Ma, nodded. His experienced gaze swept over the flames, and after a moment, he suddenly realized, "I remember now. Chen Mo also has this kind of Beast Fire."
Hearing this, Fa Ma also recalled.
"Master, that purple flame, Junior Brother also has it," Nalan Yanran said, supported by Yun Yun as she stood up.
Yun Yun nodded silently.
Chen Mo paid no attention to Xiao Yan's words. Seeing the black and white flames on his body, he chuckled, "Not bad luck. In such a short time, you've managed to find another Strange Fire."
Xiao Yan didn't catch the implication in Chen Mo's words and coldly replied, "The heavens have their cycles. This time, it's your turn to be unlucky."
Chen Mo laughed, "The Strange Fire is good, but it'll soon be mine. Call out the Soul Entity within you, or you're no match for me."
"Whether I am or not, we'll only know after we fight."
Chen Mo's confident tone irritated Xiao Yan.
With a stomp of his foot, Xiao Yan raised the Mystic Heavy Ruler above his head, spread his Purple Cloud Wings, and charged at Chen Mo with a furious slash.
"Is that so? Then I'll play with you!"
"Thunder, come!"
Chen Mo swiftly formed hand seals, and in no time, dark clouds gathered in the sky, accompanied by rolling thunder. A thunderous pillar, wreathed in purple flames, shot down from above.
The thunder pillar tore through the void, heading straight for Xiao Yan's head.
"Bring it on! Eight Extremities Collapse!"
Xiao Yan faced the thunder pillar head-on, clenching his fist, which was enveloped in a mix of black and white Dou Qi. After a brief moment of gathering strength, he collided fiercely with the thunder pillar.
Moments later, the thunder pillar dissipated, and Xiao Yan's Eight Extremities Collapse still had some residual force.
"Oh? Not bad, you're actually holding the upper hand!"
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, extending his right hand. A black spear, about ten feet long, materialized in his grasp. The Devil's Wings on his back fluttered, and his body suddenly ascended into the air. He then said, "Let's see how much you've improved in these past few months."
"Extreme Flame Skill!"
With a single spear technique, Chen Mo thrust directly at Xiao Yan's face.
"Not good, retreat quickly! That eerie aura is back again," Yao Lao's voice echoed from Xiao Yan's ring.
Chen Mo's black spear, like a venomous snake emerging from its den, carried a sharp, piercing aura as it cunningly and viciously aimed for Xiao Yan's eyes.
The Purple Cloud Wings flapped rapidly as Xiao Yan leaned back, retreating.
Xiao Yan barely dodged, the black spear grazing past his face.
But it wasn't over yet. The Extreme Flame Skill followed one technique after another, emphasizing speed, precision, and ruthlessness.
Seeing that he had dodged, Chen Mo retracted and twisted the black spear, bringing it back to Xiao Yan's face.
Xiao Yan could only raise the Mystic Heavy Ruler to block, but the force transmitted through the black spear numbed his wrist, almost causing him to lose grip on the heavy ruler.
In the midst of their back-and-forth clashes, the crowd could see sparks flying as metal clashed against metal.
Xiao Yan was being relentlessly pressured by Chen Mo.
"Thunder Giant Elephant!"
With a loud shout, two particles within Chen Mo's body awakened, and the Giant Elephant Strength merged into the Nethergod Spear.
The final technique of the Extreme Flame Skill—Annihilation!
Chen Mo descended from the sky, the black spear in his hand suddenly expanding several times, surrounded by crackling lightning and exuding a terrifying aura, delivering the final blow to Xiao Yan.
"This time, let's see how you block it!"
As he descended, Chen Mo's body moved like a swimming dragon, almost teleporting in front of Xiao Yan in an instant, bringing the spear down.
Xiao Yan raised the Mystic Heavy Ruler once more to block.
But this time, the Mystic Heavy Ruler could no longer withstand the force—or rather, Xiao Yan could no longer endure the power of the black spear. The Mystic Heavy Ruler was knocked out of his hand, falling into a crack in the square below.
Without the Mystic Heavy Ruler to block, the force, enough to instantly kill a Dou Spirit, slammed heavily into Xiao Yan's chest.
A figure, like a cannonball, fell from mid-air, creating a massive human-shaped crater in the ground.
For a moment, dust and smoke filled the air.
At this moment, the entire arena fell silent.
Perhaps it was because Xiao Yan's victory over Nalan Yanran had been too dazzling, and now, after challenging Chen Mo, he was being beaten back, falling to the ground, his fate unknown.
This stark contrast left everyone at a loss for words.
"This power is just too overwhelming," Jia Xingtian's perspective was once again refreshed at this moment.
As the dust settled, everyone looked down to assess Xiao Yan's condition.
A terrifying power began to emanate from the deep crater in the square.
This power continued to grow.
Peak Dou Grand Master!
Dou Spirit!
Dou King!
Dou Emperor!
It kept breaking through the limits of Dou Emperor, reaching Dou Ancestor, before finally stopping.
The overwhelming pressure made those below the Dou Spirit level unable to resist, their bodies slowly sinking to the ground.
"This aura... it's a Dou Ancestor!" Jia Xingtian found his words stumbling.