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Chapter 1031 - Chapter 1031 Chapter 643 Loneliness Endures Here

Chapter 1031: Chapter 643: Loneliness Endures Here Chapter 1031: Chapter 643: Loneliness Endures Here Under the premise of an extremely high tolerance for error, the foreign heavenly pride, who had been hesitating, suddenly became filled with righteous indignation.

They clamored to enter the arena, wanting to suppress the boastful human, Jiang Hui, the Ten Crown King, and to show him “there’s always a higher mountain, always a bigger sky.”

If they couldn’t defeat him alone, it didn’t matter–they had numbers. Even relying on human sea tactics, they intended to wear him down right there.

After all, it wasn’t as if they could die, so let it hurt.

After all, if it happened to be their own lucky strike that managed to suppress him, that would count as a merit worthy of reward.

However, very soon,

it was just the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

The group of foreign heavenly pride who charged into battle were all howling in misery as they were forcefully teleported out, falling from the sky like dumplings.

Each of them was in a sorry state, tumbling to the ground face-first. Their bodies, already battered and fragile, were on the verge of collapse.

Healing injuries required a certain amount of time, and wasn’t completed in an instant. Depending on the severity, it could take up to around half an hour,

and this was done intentionally by Jiang Hui.

Although he couldn’t let these foreign heavenly pride die completely, he also absolutely couldn’t let them turn the fight into a game of level-grinding and battling monsters, as if they were facing the onset of the fourth heavenly disaster.

But the pain was necessary to experience.

Otherwise, there would be no shock value, and the increase in experience points would be too small.

…

Outside the arena, upon the foreign land that resembled undulating flesh, one could see cries and roars incessantly echoing.

Those who were weaker didn’t seem to have such severe injuries, at most suffering from a collapsed chest or broken limbs.

Because they were blasted out with one punch as soon as they entered, losing all fighting capacity, they didn’t even have the chance to take a second hit, so they couldn’t have sustained graver wounds–unless they were so weak that they were smashed to pieces by a single punch.

As for the stronger ones, who were either about the same level as Mok or even slightly better, their condition seemed much more brutal.

They were covered in blood; their bodies riddled with fist-sized holes from which blood and plasma spurted like fountains.

Some were left with only a head that rolled around on the ground.

Under the high pressure of no lethal danger, these naturally bloodthirsty and decisive foreign heavenly pride all went all-out in their attempts to fight the Ten Crown King.

But under absolute power, their cruelty only added to their misery.

For you see, cruelty requires the companionship of genuine strength.

Mere viciousness cannot reverse the battle situation.

Besides,

when it comes to cruelty, Jiang Hui believed he was second to none.

After all, those who are not resolute in their minds cannot cultivate the True Dragon’s innate divine skills!

That kind of creature with an unparalleled physical body and bearing the favor of heaven and earth is a being that could crash through obstructing mountains even in infancy, their bodies holding the magnificent power of the stars. A fully realized True Dragon Saint Body could even resist the rolling heavenly thunder tribulation.

Let alone the Human Race, which is considered the weakest among the Ten Thousand Clans, not even the other powerful clans could come close,

Naturally, to cultivate the supreme divine skills of the True Dragon, especially the True Dragon Saint Body, one must endure the agonizing pain of physical refinement and strengthening. Only those with exceptionally strong wills can take the first step.

“Damn it, who the hell is sitting on my head, and hasn’t washed their butt in days… Eh…”

Amidst a pile of severed limbs and broken bodies, a foreign heavenly pride cursed angrily, blood streaming from all orifices.

The cursing individual was the unlucky one left with only a head. Having fallen uncontrollably from the sky, his head rolled to one side, ending up being used as a seat.

Watching their own heavenly pride rush in with speed only to be ejected just as quickly, a group of Immortal Kings who had lived for countless years showed no significant change in expression.

Each of them seemed to be in a state of Zen, eyes half-closed, radiating a profound and unapproachable demeanor, utterly indifferent to the bedlam.

They indeed didn’t care.

First, these old timers had already been hammered into oblivion, so it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary for the younger generation to be overpowered in turn.

Second, and most importantly, the real freaks of the Alien Territory had yet to make their move. They were still observing, discerning the weaknesses and habits of this madman’s disciple.

Although he seemed invincible with the demeanor of a tiger swallowing thousands of miles, winning every battle easily, once the true prodigies of the Alien Territory entered the fray, everything was bound to be reversed.

A group that was testing out the enemy could afford to lose. After all, they wouldn’t die, and completely suppressing them all didn’t really matter.

“If the so-called heavenly pride of your domain amounts to this, then you’ve truly disappointed me!”

Atop the ancient and vast arena, Jiang Hui stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as an eagle, emitting a cold light, watching the outside as he spoke provocatively.

Just as the outside could see the scene within, likewise, he could see the situation outside.

“You’ve gone too far!”

A bone-chilling voice devoid of any emotional fluctuations suddenly rang out.

As the voice fell,

The bustling crowd went suddenly silent, footsteps and discussion ceased instantaneously, as if an invisible force gently guided the actions of the younger generation of the Alien Territory.

The crowd parted to both sides, like a stream flowing around a boulder, creating a wide corridor.

The next moment, a young man clad in Black Treasured Armor stepped forward unhurriedly.

His approach was so casual!

As he drew nearer,

The features of the approaching figure finally became clear.

Atop his head, a solitary horn glimmered, wrapping the entire horn in lustrous light, the tip of the horn cold and eerie, seemingly harboring boundless strength.

And on the black armor, there were gemstones of a depth beyond even that of the Black Treasured Armor itself.