Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Walenba, below the church mountain, Yaveser's guards stood neatly waiting at the foot of the mountain. He went up the mountain alone and arrived in front of the church hall.

"Come in."

The Pope's old voice, calm yet dignified, came from inside.

Yaveser composed himself, walked into the hall, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed to the Pope, who was sitting on the high seat, holding a scepter, and pretending to doze off: "Yaveser greets Your Holiness."

"Sit."

The Pope spoke faintly, still without opening his eyes.

Yaveser sat down, and the entire hall was extremely quiet.

He waited for a moment, and finally couldn't help but say: "Your Holiness, you know about the arena, right?"

"I know."

"Then, Your Holiness…"

"Yaveser, what do you want to do?"

The Pope interrupted him, still with his eyes closed, looking inscrutable, seemingly not caring much about the matter.

"Now that things have developed to this point, we seem to have no choice. If that gladiator wins today's fight, we will face huge compensation, which will inevitably lead to economic collapse and a great loss of vitality. I don't know what to do about this, so I came to ask Your Holiness for guidance."

"So, you want to interfere with the outcome of the gladiator fight, cheating in front of the people of the entire star space?" The Pope finally opened his eyes, and a pair of blue eyes burst out with a frightening light. With just one glance, King Yaveser, who had the realm of Great Perfection of the Highest Celestial Position, shuddered, feeling a chill all over his body.

He was shocked in his heart. The Pope was too strong. Every time they met, just his eyes made him feel fear, a kind of uncontrollable fear from the bottom of his heart.

"But, if we don't interfere, then our empire…"

"The throne has passed to your generation, far inferior to your father's generation."

The Pope's words were plain, but they expressed his contempt and dissatisfaction with Yaveser to the fullest.

Yaveser's expression stiffened, and his face was a little unsightly.

No matter what, he was still the King of the Empire, yet he was being looked down upon like this to his face.

He felt anger in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it. The Pope's terror made him have to endure it.

"If you have paid attention to the betting situation on the betting platform, you should know that there are very powerful forces among those who bet on Ji Beilan's victory. If we cheat, do you think they will let it go? At that time, you will push Xiro to the opposite side of some powerful forces, and the empire will lose its credibility in the star space. If you want to develop in the future, you will encounter obstacles everywhere."

"Your Holiness is right, but if we pay huge spirit coins this time, the empire's economy will collapse, a large amount of wealth will be lost, and vitality will be greatly damaged. It will take a long time to recover, and for many years to come, there will be no funds to cultivate strong people and maintain military expenditures…"

"There are gains and losses. Didn't you think of other ways to make up for the lost funds? The Di Shi Star is rich in resources and has a vast territory. The wealth accumulated by the people there over the long years, and the resources existing on the planet, can't they make up for this loss?"

Yaveser was stunned. He naturally knew that the Di Shi Star was rich in resources. If he plundered and colonized the Di Shi Star, he would definitely obtain unimaginable resources.

That was originally a huge amount of wealth, but now it was going to be used to make up for the losses, and he felt unwilling in his heart.

"Don't feel unwilling. Take a long-term view. The resources of Di Shi Star are far richer than you think. It's just that some resources cannot be mined immediately and need time to wait for opportunities. If we colonize Di Shi Star, we will always be able to wait for opportunities in the future. Therefore, what we have to do now is to destroy the Zhuxian Dynasty, and the prerequisite for destroying the Zhuxian Dynasty is to kill Jun Wuxie. If he doesn't die, no one will dare to touch Di Shi Star, otherwise they will inevitably suffer his crazy revenge in the future."

"Killing Jun Wuxie should be no suspense. As long as he dares to appear, he will surely die. The main purpose of our holding this gladiator fight is to lure him into the arena. There are strong people from the Four Heavenly Principles Sects led by Tianlidao Tu, strong people from the Tianhuang Aristocratic Family, and strong people from the Dawei Buddhist Temple. Each of them has the peak of the Highest Celestial Position, Great Perfection realm. Killing a Jun Wuxie is an crushing situation, suppressed with a flick of a finger!"

"Logically speaking, that is indeed the case, but we must not be careless. You should go back and send out the hidden Great Perfection experts of the Highest Celestial Position from the royal family to join the hunting team of those major forces. Our church will also send several Red-Clothed Archbishops of the Great Perfection of the Highest Celestial Position to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"Even so, then I will go back and arrange it."

"According to the time calculation, that Jun Wuxie should have already entered the city. After you go back, immediately use the magic circle to monitor the entire city. Remember, do not use the ancient killing array, otherwise, Jun Wuxie will be alarmed before he enters the game, and there may be variables."

Yaveser nodded and left the church. The Pope slowly closed his eyes.

… …

At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and it was approaching dusk.

The fighting in the arena was still going on, still in that stalemate state. Although the three fierce beasts were scarred, they had not suffered fatal injuries.

In the depths of the earth outside the city, Jun Wuxie had already completed the arrangement of the killing array.

He now had a piece of metal祭炼 refined into a disc shape in his hand, the quality of which was the top material of a Half-Saint. Countless tiny runes were engraved on the disc.

His fingers were constantly engraving on it, making the runes on it more and more numerous, constructing a yin-yang Qiankun pattern.

"Wuxie, delaying time like this, those people must have seen the problem."

Ji Yinlan said this, it was too obvious, it was impossible for the people in the arena not to suspect it.

"I know."

Jun Wuxie took out the Qiankun Gem, and injected the Qiankun energy inside into the metal disc. The runes and patterns on it lit up for a moment, and then fell silent.

"Okay, the excitement is about to begin, it's time to close the net."

Jun Wuxie touched the metal disc in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother-in-law, what is this thing you carved for?"

Ji Beilan looked curiously at the metal disc in his hand. The runes on it were dense and dense, making him dizzy.

"Used to build a void channel, it's just a simple miniature teleportation array."

"Is a miniature teleportation array useful?"

Ji Beilan was stunned. He knew about miniature teleportation arrays. Many sects had this kind of thing. In the past, some Sect Sovereigns or Holy Sects would use this kind of thing. The distance of each teleportation was not far, and for Half-Saints, it was not as fast as their own speed.

"Can you not be so stupid? Can those miniature teleportation arrays you used to know compare to the ones in your brother-in-law's hands?"

Ji Yinlan was speechless to this younger brother. If it was really useless, would Jun Wuxie spend time carving it in this situation?

"Hehe…"

Ji Beilan scratched his head awkwardly, and also realized that his words were a bit stupid.

Jun Wuxie wrapped them up and came to the inside, appearing in the mountains.

He handed the miniature teleportation array to Ji Yinlan and said: "You are outside the city. When you see my real body disappear, you will use this miniature teleportation array to leave and go to the star space. I will naturally lock your coordinates through this teleportation array. You only need to choose a place to wait for me."

Ji Yinlan's red lips trembled, wanting to say something but stopping.

She originally wanted to say that she would enter the city with him and fight side by side, but thinking that this battle was special, she needed to use the killing array. Personal strength was secondary, and she would be busy for nothing if she went.

"Be careful. There are strong people like clouds in the city. A net has already been set up, and this is the base camp of the Xiro Church and the royal family. If a strong person at the peak of the Highest Celestial Position takes action, you must not fight hard!"

"I know."

Jun Wuxie stroked her blue hair, then looked at Ji Beilan and said: "Turn around."

"Ah?"

Ji Beilan's eyes were blank, and then he understood something, oh oh oh, smiling wickedly with his back to them.

"What are you doing?"

Ji Yinlan's delicate face was slightly red, and her beautiful eyes were like a layer of hazy mist.

Jun Wuxie's mouth turned up slightly, he lowered his head and kissed her delicate red lips, then turned around and instantly went away.

Ji Yinlan pressed her fingers on her red lips that he had kissed, and looked at his gradually disappearing figure with blurred eyes.

"Royal Sister, come back to your senses, brother-in-law is gone."

Ji Beilan stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her, but Ji Yinlan glared at him coldly with a red face.

… …

The sun was setting in the west, and the setting sun had reached the top of the mountain. The golden-red afterglow illuminated the entire ancient city of Walenba as if it was covered with a layer of golden-red rosy clothes.

When Jun Wuxie came out of the mountains, he used the Small Void Technique. He went all the way and quietly entered the arena.

Powerful divine thoughts spread out, constantly searching every inch of the surrounding corners.

Soon, he sensed many powerful fluctuations in some of the surrounding voids.

"This battle is really not small. It can indeed be regarded as a dragnet, but it's a pity that you met me!"

He counted them, and the number of strong people hidden in the dark had reached an astonishing forty or so.

The lowest realm of these people was the peak of the Highest Celestial Position, and half of them were strong people of the Great Perfection of the Highest Celestial Position.

Some supreme masters in the star space have spent a lot of money to kill him.

Gathering forty strong people at the peak and Great Perfection of the Highest Celestial Position, setting up a game, just to kill him, a young supreme in the Middle Celestial Position, this is probably the first time since ancient times.

In addition to those hidden in the void, there are also many strong people who are not hidden, such as those in charge of the arena, and those who watch the gladiator fight in some special rooms.

"Damn it, kill him, you stupid big guys, are your claws used to tickle?"

Many dignitaries and wealthy merchants in the audience seats cursed the three fierce beasts.

"Well, this gladiator fight should come to an end. Let's decide the win or loss and collect the huge amount of gambling money first!"

Jun Wuxie secretly gave the avatar an order.

At this moment, in the arena, "Ji Beilan", who was shuttling between the three Magic Flame Ironclad Beasts, suddenly stopped, facing the attack of the Ironclad Beasts without dodging, and punched and killed.

The blood energy, altered by his martial intent, surged forth like true Qi, causing the entire world to tremble violently.

That blazing fist imprint was domineering and unmatched.

With a 'bang,' the ironclad beast's sharp claws snapped on the spot, followed by a spray of blood.

The fist imprint advanced irresistibly, blasting away the iron armor covering the ironclad beast's body, piercing its head with a single punch, causing it to let out a miserable 'Awooo' before its massive body crashed to the ground.

Instantly, the entire audience was silent, everyone staring wide-eyed at the scene in the arena, unable to accept this reality.

"It's over!"

"Ji Beilan's" voice reverberated in all directions as he shot into the sky, then plummeted down, his "true Qi" like a silver river cascading down, crushing the true Qi and blood energy of a demonic flame ironclad beast, pinning it to the ground, unable to move.

Immediately, the ironclad beast's entire body began to crack, blood spurting out, a shocking crimson.

Roar!

At the same time, the remaining demonic flame ironclad beast roared, its eyes flashing with violent, bloodthirsty light, launching a ferocious attack at him.

"Ji Beilan" sneered, suppressing one ironclad beast with his foot, he threw a fist forward, blasting through all secret techniques, snapping the other's claws, and directly piercing the attacking ironclad beast's entire body.

Awooo!

The ironclad beast cried out miserably, its massive body falling from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground, twitching a few times before becoming still.

"We won, hahaha! We won!!"

In the silent arena audience area, someone screamed excitedly, beside themselves with joy.

Some people, taking a chance with a small bet, had bet on Ji Beilan, and were now so excited that they jumped up and down.

"Shut up!"

Those people's voices were instantly drowned out by the enraged crowd.

The audience area was filled with hysterical shouts and curses.

Some nobles had placed extremely large bets, and this time their losses were very severe, now so angry that they were about to vomit blood.

"That's not Ji Beilan!"

Cang Ming rushed to the arena management hall, conveying the scene he had witnessed with his Celestial Eye.

Just now, when "Ji Beilan" threw a punch to kill the ferocious beast, because the power was too fierce, he finally saw the clue, that was not true Qi at all, but blood energy disguised by some means.

"Young Master Cang Ming, what did you say?"

The arena's manager was shocked and angry. Losing the duel was already agonizing, but hearing this news now, he immediately realized that they had probably been schemed against, and he was instantly overwhelmed with anger, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.