Chapter 294: People of the Righteous Path Will Never Be Slaves!

After a moment of speechlessness, Qi Yuan dismissed the idea of intervening immediately, prepared to give these two a long-lasting lesson.

To think that elite Disciples of the prestigious Taixuan Holy Land had fallen to a Demonic Sect's Death Arena; it was truly embarrassing, and even he, as the Daoist Successor, felt he was losing face.

Of course, he was also curious deep down. Faced with such a life-or-death choice, would these two unreliable fair-weather friends actually strike down their fellow sect member…

Meanwhile, Li Mingwang and Zhang Caiqiang, wearing special shackles, were escorted to the center of the Arena by a group of Demonic Cultivators. Both had expressions of immense grievance, clearly having suffered quite a bit beforehand.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Start the fight already, I can't wait!"

"Perk up, don't lose face!"

Amidst the cheers of the many spectators, the host chuckled and shouted a warning to the two:

"Jia Thirteen, Jia Fourteen, once you're on this stage, only one of you can live. If you don't kill your opponent, you'll be the one to die."

"Furthermore, if you dare to hold back later, both of you will be executed immediately. Neither will survive."

Hearing this, Li Mingwang and Zhang Caiqiang couldn't help but shudder, their faces simultaneously showing a hint of uncontrollable despair.

Dammit!

These Demonic Heretics are too ruthless!

The next moment, the shackles on them flashed with a faint light and then clicked open, falling to the ground with a clatter.

Although their long-lost cultivation returned to their bodies, no joy appeared on their faces.

Demonic Cultivators were everywhere, and the surroundings were layered with extremely tough Formations. Even the host was a powerhouse at the Void Refining Realm. It was a death trap with no escape.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what should we do now?"

Li Mingwang couldn't help but swallow, his eyes filled with terror.

"Don't ask me, I want to know too."

Zhang Caiqiang's face was also extremely unsightly. He panted heavily, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

Seeing them like this, the host's lips curled into a cold smile as he reminded them:

"I'll count to ten. If you two still don't start, then die. Ten, nine, eight…"

Just then, the two looked at each other, both reading the same message in each other's eyes.

In that instant, as if sharing a telepathic connection, they moved simultaneously.

"People of the Righteous Path will never be slaves!"

"Junior Sister Shang is mine!"

After shouting their impassioned slogans, Zhang Caiqiang prepared to charge recklessly at the host, intending to go down in a blaze of glory, only to see Li Mingwang roar at the same time and pounce towards him with a menacing Aura…

Zhang Caiqiang: "????"

Wait!

What did this idiot just shout?

He turned to look at Li Mingwang in a daze. In that split second of distraction, he was punched in the chest by Li Mingwang and sent flying, tumbling several times before hitting the ground hard.

Snapping out of it, Zhang Caiqiang instantly flew into a rage and couldn't help but curse:

"I XXX you, Li Mingwang! Are you freaking crazy?!"

Seeing the other party attacking again like a mad dog, Zhang Caiqiang was completely enraged:

"You kid are turning on me? I'll fight you to the death!"

As he spoke, he unhesitatingly gathered his full power, preparing to strike back hard, when Li Mingwang's Voice Transmission rang in his ear:

"Senior Brother Zhang, these demonic brats just told us to fight, they didn't say whether it had to be for real or for show."

"Let's just play along for now and stall until dawn. Maybe we can hold out until the show's over. If we can last a bit longer, there might be a turning point…"

Hearing this, Zhang Caiqiang's mind instantly cleared. He then reined in his power and roared with feigned anger:

"You bastard! Even at death's door, you're still thinking about Junior Sister Shang. I'll kill you right now!"

"Try cursing one more time!"

The two argued more and more fiercely and immediately began scuffling. A kick from you, a punch from me—they fought inseparably, evenly matched.

"Look, these two Pseudo-Daos are fighting!"

"I told you, compared to one's own life, things like fellow Disciples aren't important at all, hahaha!"

"Interesting. Look at how they're fighting; how is it any different from street thugs? They're completely disgracing the name of Cultivators…"

At first, the audience watched with great interest and excitement.

However, half an hour passed, and although the two on the Arena fought flashily, they hadn't even spit out a drop of blood. Instead, they seemed more energetic as they fought, giving off a feeling of a choreographed performance.

By this time, even the dullest spectator could see something was wrong with the match. They began to find it boring, and some even started protesting:

"These two have been fighting for so long, and besides some trash talk, they're just scratching each other. It's a complete waste of time!"

"Exactly. At this rate, it'll be dawn. These two Pseudo-Daos aren't playing us, are they?"

"Pah! This fight is too fake. I didn't spend Spirit Stones on tickets to see this. Is anyone going to step in and handle this?!"

"It's so freaking fake. Is it ever going to end…"

…

Just as the audience was grumbling with discontent, the host responsible for organizing the match finally lost his patience. He scolded with a darkened face:

"You have one stick of incense's time left. If you still haven't settled this with a death, both of you will be considered losers!"

Hearing this, Li Mingwang and Zhang Caiqiang, who were about to continue their "battle," were startled. They stopped their movements almost simultaneously and looked at each other with solemn gazes.

Li Mingwang took a deep breath and said to Zhang Caiqiang via Voice Transmission:

"Senior Brother Zhang, it seems we won't make it through this. Even the one who survives will eventually die in endless slaughter."

"So don't fight me for it. Rather than letting people laugh at us for nothing, let me, your Junior Brother, go first."

"Also, I'm warning you, if you dare to disgrace our Taixuan Holy Land, I'll laugh at you for ten thousand years when you join me down there."

Hearing this, Zhang Caiqiang's heart went cold, and his emotions grew heated. He said decisively:

"Li, I'm no coward either. If we die, we die together. It'll be better to have company on the road."

"Since it's death either way, why not curse these Demonic Heretics before we go? Even if we can't curse these sons of bitches to death, we'll disgust them to death!"

Hearing this, Li Mingwang's eyes reddened. The two then looked at each other, seeing a determination in each other's eyes that had never been there before.

Then, the two cleared their throats and gathered their full power, preparing to let the Demonic Cultivators present witness the diversity of profanity.

Just then, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly rang out from the crowd:

"Wait."

This voice wasn't loud, yet it was like a clap of thunder, shaking the minds of many Demonic Cultivators and making their hearts waver. Some who were close even collapsed on the spot, unconscious.

At this moment, the originally noisy Arena instantly fell into an eerie silence. Not a sound could be heard…