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Bai Chunhai smiled, his hunched body straightened abruptly with a series of cracking sounds from his spine, exhibiting the elegance of a grandmaster!

"Good!"

Zhou Haitang's eyes burst with light and the will to fight.

Among the other grandmasters, many shared Zhou Haitang's mentality. None who came for the grandmaster's debate anticipated facing such a dreadful situation.

They all brought their disciples or family members, with only a few arriving alone. Yet now, there was no way back.

In the crowd, Li Wushuang's face was pale. She didn't have her distress signal on her, for it was in her carriage outside the arena, far too distant to retrieve now.

At her side, two maidservants of the Fifteen Li Realm stood protectively behind her, their eyes showing not only shock and anger but a resolute killing intent.

In the military, they had seen many great demons and developed nerves of steel; even now, prepared to die, they would safeguard Li Wushuang.

"Jiao, go play with them first."

Wan Shan, the minor demon king, saw the grandmaster's fighting spirits and, with a smile showing no concern, his gaze fell on Li Hao, curiously remarking,

"How curious that a mere little bug of the Grandmaster Realm could injure me."

The grey-robed elder glanced at the human youth, merely of the Heavenly Human Realm and nothing more than a toy before the young master. He respectfully consented and then his body began to exude a terrifying demon aura.

This aura above his head condensed into a colossal, hundred-zhang-long jiao dragon's phantom, its scales like molten iron casting a fearsome presence.

His cultivation level was also revealed at this moment to be at the pinnacle of the Three Immortals Peak.

Witnessing this, the grandmasters, who had just ignited their will to fight, had their faces cloud over again, but then a more intense, yet more tragic, fighting spirit reignited within them.

"Take the Buddha's son and leave."

On the Debate Platform, Wen Tian'en's complexion turned ugly as he quickly conveyed a message to the three venerated ones beside him.

He looked at Qin Wuque, lying on the ground with a scattered consciousness, and silently sighed to himself, fearing that just this one battle would leave an indelible scar on the young Buddha's heart.

After giving his instructions, he sprung into the air, heading towards the ranks of grandmasters, his body radiating golden Buddha light, hoping to take the lead and draw the attention of the two great demons.

"Don't get in the young master's way."

The grey-robed elder said indifferently, raising his hand to strike, as the demon aura transformed into dragon claws, swiping through the air in their direction.

Wen Tian'en's face changed drastically. He threw out his Buddha beads, creating a golden shield, and emitting his solemn visage, resembling a Buddha, he used one of Mount Wuliang's peerless techniques, the Heavenly Buddha Demon-Subduing Palm!

The Buddha's palm, shining with divine flames and light like a radiant sun, pressed down fiercely.

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However, the moment the Buddha's palm collided with the dragon claw phantom, the claw tore the palm apart and dimmed the golden shield around Wen Tian'en.

The terrifying impact sent Wen Tian'en's body flying across the air, tumbling into the crowd.

Several grandmasters reached out to catch him, but the residual force sent seven or eight of them flying before it finally stopped.

Each of these grandmasters, who had caught Wen Tian'en, had their blood and energy roiling, injuries compounded upon injuries.

Previously, during their debates on the platform, they had barely held back and were already injured. None expected a demon attack, and now in poor condition, they couldn't recover in a short time, their eyes reflecting deeper despair.

The great battle erupted instantly, with Shen Yunqing, Su Yehua, and others' faces turning pale yet solemn as they stood up to protect the disciples of the White Hall behind them.

If they had known there would be such an accident, they would not have attended the banquet.

But now there were no ifs, nor was there a way back.

"Look for a chance to escape!"

Shen Yunqing said softly to the disciples.

These White Hall disciples, mostly in the Divine Travel Realm, stood no chance against the horrifying demonic might, looking as pale as paper and trembling uncontrollably.

But at that moment, Li Hao, who had been sitting silently, stood up.

His expression was solemn and icy cold. The Bull Demon continued its unrestrained rampage in the distance. He couldn't delay any longer; he had to fight quickly and decisively.

He lifted his hand in a sword-grasping gesture.

With a sharp ringing sound, like a dragon's roar, suddenly reverberated within the arena.

A dragon's cry burst forth from within Ren Qianqian's embrace, surging with an unstoppable momentum, soaring to the heavens before plummeting down, howling as it dived into the young man's palm.

The Dragon Soaring Divine Sword, ranked first among the world's ten famous swords, shone with brilliant divine light at that moment, carrying the heavens' sword qi and killing intent, like an ancient True Dragon awakening and spiraling into the sky, then swiftly descending, roaring into the young man's grasp.

The sword was in hand.

In an instant, the surging waves of Dragon River seem to pause for a moment.

The once-smugly smiling Wan Shan, the minor demon king, now had his smile wiped away, his expression growing serious, betraying a hint of surprise.

The grey-robed elder who had struck down Wen Tian'en was also looking at the young man in amazement.

But Li Hao didn't hesitate, suddenly taking a step forward, his 98 major channels surging instantly, circulating his cultivation technique rapidly seven times within his body with the special effect of "Seven Stars Lighting Up."

At the same time, the power of Yin and Yang Dual Pulse coursed through his body.

With this step, the ground outside the Dao Platform seemed to tremble beneath the millions of pounds of pressure from his foot!

A sword light burst forth, splitting the ground as if gouging out a trench, the sword qi turning into a dragon's roar as it ferociously sliced towards Wan Shan, the minor Demon King.