Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The Walenba Coliseum was built in a circular shape, like a giant bird's nest.

There were many entrances to the coliseum, spaced at intervals, each tens of meters wide. Two half-saints at the Middle Celestial Realm, along with a team of Peak Saint Realm cultivators in armor, maintained order at each entrance.

Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan followed the crowd, queuing to enter.

Just as they were about to reach the entrance, the roar of a ferocious beast came from behind.

Immediately afterward, a long whip, shimmering with brilliant runes and carrying a bloody aura, lashed out violently.

The whip was very long. With a 'snap,' it exploded the void, directly sending hundreds of people in the queue flying, their skin torn and flesh lacerated.

"Get out of the way! Didn't you see Lord Teylu's carriage?"

On the carriage pulled by two ferocious beasts was a burly man with a fierce face and a thick beard, wearing simple armor that exposed his thighs and arms, draped in a white cloak, with short, curly golden hair, cold eyes, and a whip in his hand that shimmered with light.

"Will."

The carriage door opened, and a middle-aged man leaned out. He glanced at the groaning people on the ground, took out a bag of spirit coins, and threw it on the ground, saying, "These spirit coins are Lord's compensation for your injuries. Be more alert in the future."

Jun Wuxie was stunned. This person was interesting. His subordinate had whipped so many people, tearing their skin and flesh, and he just threw out dozens of spirit coins, calling it compensation for injuries.

This wasn't giving money, but humiliating them, treating these people like weeds.

In fact, those who could afford tickets to watch the gladiatorial fights were not low-ranking commoners. They were all people with decent living conditions in this imperial capital, capable of earning spirit coins.

However, everyone was trembling with fear, even with a look of being pardoned, not daring to show the slightest anger.

It seemed that this Teylu had a very high status in the imperial capital and was extremely tyrannical and powerful.

Fortunately, the whip hadn't lashed at Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan.

They ignored it, continued forward, swiped their tickets, and entered the entrance.

At this moment, the ferocious beasts behind them roared and charged straight in, pulling the carriage, not caring whether there were still people in front, extremely arrogant.

The people in the entrance passage, hearing this, hurriedly sped up, passed through the entrance, and entered the coliseum to avoid them.

"Arrogant!"

Ji Beilan deeply loathed the nobles here. In recent days, it was because of the demands of these extremely high-ranking nobles that he was forced to fight with ferocious beasts day after day.

Originally, the gladiatorial fights had scheduled matches, with each gladiator fighting a maximum of twice a day. However, under the demands of those nobles, he had to fight more than ten matches almost every day.

He fought desperately for his life in the coliseum, while those powerful figures screamed with excitement above, building their happiness on his blood. He had long wanted to tear these people apart alive!

Jun Wuxie knew that Ji Beilan harbored hatred for these powerful figures, but now was not the time to settle accounts.

He grabbed his wrist, dragging him to the edge of the passage, leaning against the wall, creating enough space.

"Hmm?"

The burly man driving the carriage stopped the vehicle, looked down at Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan, and said coldly, "Why didn't you rush out of the entrance passage with those people? How dare you linger on the road for Baron Teylu's passage!"

"The passage is tens of meters wide. We are standing at the very edge, enough for you to pass."

Jun Wuxie looked calmly at the guy named Will.

"Boy!"

Will pointed the whip in his hand at Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan, saying, "You even dare to talk back?"

At this moment, Baron Teylu's gentle voice came from the carriage: "Will, don't waste time. Beat him half to death and give him a few spirit coins as compensation for injuries."

Snap!

As the Baron's voice fell, the burly man named Will flicked his wrist. The runes on the whip blazed, and it danced like a spirit snake, quickly lengthening, exploding the void, and lashing fiercely at Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan.

Ji Beilan wanted to attack, but Jun Wuxie's hand firmly restrained him.

The rune-shimmering long whip lashed over, about to land on them.

At this moment, Jun Wuxie suddenly stretched out his other hand and grabbed the whip in his hand.

A cold light flashed in Will's eyes. He pulled hard, but it didn't budge. The runes on the whip blazed, constantly flashing, and true energy surged frantically through the whip into Jun Wuxie's palm, trying to shake his hand open.

However, that hand grabbed the whip like an iron clamp, and no matter how hard Will tried, it remained motionless.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold murderous aura permeated his body as he stared at Jun Wuxie.

Jun Wuxie's eyes were calm and deep as he met his gaze, then released his palm, saying, "You can go in now."

"Hahaha!"

Will laughed in extreme anger upon hearing this. He flicked his wrist again, and the long whip lashed out, emitting a python-like roar, and as the whip danced, the true energy on it actually condensed into a large python.

Jun Wuxie's eyes turned slightly cold. He reached out, without golden blood energy permeating, just an ordinary-looking palm, devastatingly destroying the true energy python, grabbing the whip and pulling.

Will only felt an irresistible force added to his body, causing him to instantly lose his balance. He fell down, landing in front of Jun Wuxie.

Bang!

Before Will could react, he was kicked, sliding along the ground, letting out a cry of pain.

Jun Wuxie reached out and sucked in the void, and Will's body quickly flew towards him.

When he was halfway there, his palm struck from afar.

Will's body arched back violently, his chest collapsed, and a mouthful of thick blood spewed out. The armor on his body cracked and shattered, and his body crashed in front of Baron Teylu's carriage door, causing the entire carriage to shake violently a few times.

"Bold!"

A deep shout came from the carriage, and a powerful aura swept out.

Baron Teylu opened the carriage door, standing in front of the door. He was tall and slender, his eyes as sharp as knives, wearing a beige curled-brim hat, with true energy flowing around his body. The aura of the peak of the Great Celestial Realm spread out, pressing towards Jun Wuxie.

Just then, a thumping sound came from inside the coliseum, as if a bell was being rung.

Teylu narrowed his eyes, glanced at the coliseum, and then shouted to the people at the entrance, "The gladiatorial fight is over. Don't let them leave. After I've enjoyed the wonderful gladiatorial scene, I'll take care of them!"

"Rest assured, Baron."

The leading guards said with a smile.

"Father, one of the lowly slaves beside my daughter was beaten to death yesterday. We just happen to be short of people. I think he's not bad."

A young girl walked out of the carriage, wearing a palace dress, with delicate features and beautiful blue eyes, but with a cold expression, pointing to the masked Jun Wuxie, "Keep this person as a lowly slave for my daughter. Don't torture him to death. As for that one, my daughter thinks it would be nice to peel off his skin and make some trinkets."

"Okay, I'll listen to my good daughter."

Baron Teylu and the girl returned to the carriage.

Will struggled to get up, gave Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan a cold look, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and drove the carriage in.

"These people!"

Ji Beilan gritted his teeth.

"This is the best outcome for now. If I don't restrain myself, there will be no peace at this moment. I'm afraid it will be impossible to go to the coliseum to find your imperial sister again, and some things I haven't arranged yet. This is the coliseum, and it's not suitable to conflict here."

Jun Wuxie transmitted his voice secretly, and then walked towards the coliseum.

Ji Beilan took a deep breath. He understood this principle, but too many violent emotions had been squeezed into his heart in recent days.

"Those two people should have come from other cities, not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth, daring to provoke the Baron. You all keep an eye on them for me. After the gladiatorial fight is over, don't let them leave mixed in with the crowd, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to the Baron."

The leading guard instructed his subordinates.

… …

At the end of each entrance of the coliseum, there are spatial magic arrays, which are specially used to park carriages.

Jun Wuxie and Ji Beilan followed the crowd, all the way to the back row area.

This place was already crowded with people. Most of the seats were basically full, and at a glance, there must be at least tens of millions.

In the center was a huge arena, located in the lowest area of the coliseum, in a circular shape, full of bloodstains, and the soil was dyed dark red, filled with a bloody smell.

"You go over there, remember what I told you, pay attention to details."

Jun Wuxie said secretly to Ji Beilan, and then he walked in the opposite direction. His powerful divine sense spread out, and his eyes were also searching.

At this moment, his mind stirred, and the Primal Chaos Incarnation fed back information.

Under the coliseum, in a dark prison, two old men and a young man appeared.

The young man was dressed in pure white robes, with an extraordinary bearing. He was very handsome, with three-dimensional facial features, a face like a knife, and extremely sharp eyes, his gaze like two sharp blades.

"Oh, Ji Beilan, Son of Heavenly Mandate, what a pity, what a pity. How could you, a dignified Son of Heavenly Mandate, fall to such a state?"

The young man stood in front of the iron prison with his hands behind his back, his lips slightly raised, "There are nine Sons of Heavenly Mandate, and only one can become the True Son. Unfortunately, you are just one of the False Sons."

The Primal Chaos Incarnation slowly raised his head, the messy hair covering most of his face, and looked coldly at the young man outside the prison, saying, "You are also a Son of Heavenly Mandate? So, you think you are the True Son?"

"Among the nine Sons of Heavenly Mandate, no one is born a True Son."

The young man smiled coldly and gloomily, "My path to the True Son has already reached halfway, and you are destined to only make a wedding dress for me. You have fallen into such a situation, humiliating the bloodline of Heavenly Mandate. You are not worthy to possess it. When I plunder your bloodline, I will show its due brilliance."

"Then why don't you come and try now?"

The young man was stunned upon hearing this, then he burst into laughter, "Hahaha! You, a mere early-stage Mid-Heaven Rank, dare to challenge me? Someone like you, who wouldn't even dare to resist being pinned to the ground by my elder brother's spear, I'd feel ashamed to personally kill you. Your life still has some use now. When you no longer have any value, the people around me will naturally extract your bloodline and fortune."

"It seems you're very confident."

"Is that so?" The young man said with a smile, "Shouldn't I be confident? Nothing Cang Ming sets his eyes on has ever escaped my grasp. Being a stepping stone for me on my path to becoming a True Son, you should feel honored."

At this moment, *dong, dong, dong*, a sound similar to a bell rang out again from outside.

A powerful figure from the Xi Luo clan said, "Young Master Cang Ming, the time has come. Ji Beilan should appear."

Upon hearing this, Cang Ming slightly stepped aside.

The powerful figure removed the restriction runes and opened the prison door.

The Yuan Shi incarnation walked out from inside and said indifferently as he passed by Cang Ming, "Your brother is far stronger than you. You are not on the same level; there's no comparison."

Watching his departing back, the muscles on Cang Ming's face gradually twisted, making his expression somewhat sinister. His hands, clasped tightly behind his back, had knuckles that turned white!

"Young Master."

An old man beside him called out.

Cang Ming took a deep breath, and his expression gradually returned to normal. He also loosened his clenched hands, but his eyes remained incomparably cold.

The old man said, "Why should Young Master care about the words of a loser? He's deliberately trying to anger you. Although the Eldest Young Master is strong, you are not weaker than him. Your Heavenly Dao fortune is even stronger than the Eldest Young Master's. Once you devour this Ji Beilan's Heavenly Mandate bloodline and fortune, your cultivation will break through to the Great Heaven Rank. At that time, I'm afraid the Eldest Young Master will no longer be your match. The battle for the Heavenly Mandate True Son should also come to an end."

"Uncle Fu, tell me, among the people in Dao Earth, who supports me more, and who supports my elder brother?"

"This..." The old man pondered slightly and said, "Currently, it seems that those who support the Eldest Young Master are slightly more numerous. That's because his cultivation is higher than yours. If Young Master becomes stronger than the Eldest Young Master, then the people in Dao Earth who support you will definitely be more numerous."

"Is that so?"

A cold and vicious light flashed continuously in Cang Ming's eyes.

However, because he had his back to the old man, the old man did not see it.

"Young Master doesn't actually need to care about these things. You and the Eldest Young Master are blood-related brothers. In the future, you will inevitably go to the Upper Realm Universe and don't care about the position of Dao Earth Lord. What does it matter who supports more or fewer people? What you care about is just the title of Heavenly Mandate True Son."

"Uncle Fu speaks well!" Cang Ming sneered and said, "Bearing the Heavenly Mandate bloodline, we have no choice. How can we willingly be someone else's foil? It's just that the price to become a Heavenly Mandate True Son is a bit high, but no matter how high the price, I'm willing to pay it!"

"Young Master only needs to devour one or two more Sons of Heavenly Mandate, and at that time, you should possess strength stronger than the Eldest Young Master. You can then have a sparring match in Dao Earth. If Young Master wins, then you will be a true Heavenly Mandate True Son in name and in fact. This path has already been walked to this point. Young Master doesn't need to pay any more price."

"Doesn't need to? True in name and in fact?"

Cang Ming's eyes concealed ruthlessness and viciousness.

He did not agree with what the old man said. Would defeating his elder brother make him true in name and in fact?

How could the battle for the Heavenly Mandate True Son be concluded with just a sparring match?

Winning the sparring match would make him true in name and in fact?

In his opinion, that would be a case of being not true to the name!

The old man did not speak anymore, but secretly felt a bit frightened.

He had lived for so many years and was naturally not a simple person. Judging from the sharpness hidden in the young master's words, could it be that he wants to…

This thought arose in his heart, causing cold sweat to break out on his back.

What to do?

His heart kept sinking.

Although he supported the young master, were there some things he really had to watch him cross the line?