Everyone saw with their own eyes how Qin Yu was sapping the power from the Spiritual Snake. However, after confirming that the Spiritual Snake was an innate spirit, Ye Xing was not anxious.

The reason was very simple. The old corpse of an innate spirit contained enough strength to fill many seas. Regardless of the method, how much power would an ordinary cultivator be able to absorb? How strong would he become? At the very most, Ye Xing would lose a limb in battle. It would be easy for Ye Xing to get rid of him.

As long as he blocked the eldest disciple of the Peach Garden and the Prince of Heavenly Palace, the outcome would be decided!

That’s right. In Ye Xing’s eyes, they were the only two cultivators qualified to compete with him. There was no need for him to fear everyone else.

Nonetheless, there may be hidden dangers and nothing would proceed perfectly smoothly. As such, it was best that the two came out to the field early.

After he repeated his words a third time, everyone was surprised when Ye Xing suddenly took action. He raised his head and yelled to the sky, and the illusion of the Nether Saint emerged above him with a bang. Numerous blood rays shot out.

As it flew, blood rays stretched and grew long and narrow. There was a terrifying aura as the rays cut out like knives.

When these blood rays flew by, one could hear the cries of numerous living beings. The pain within these cries was...