1361: C1361 Either admit defeat or die

C1361 Either admit defeat or die

Hidden Dragon Castle, Central Plaza!

"Kid, you will definitely die today!"

After the conclusion of the competition for the fifth region's Hidden Dragon Rank, the Heavenly Dao which was driven to perfection had fallen into a deep sleep. When all living beings took the opportunity to achieve a heaven-defying effect, and relied on the hundreds of years of bitter cultivation from the Hidden Dragon Castle's, the purple-clothed middle-aged man had already possessed the hope of breaking through to the realm of the almighty in Martial Emperor.

However, the humiliation that Yu Haoran felt when he was struck by the attack had made him feel as if his hopes of reaching Martial Emperor had been shrouded by a layer of black shadow.

"Hey, just because you said those few words over and over again and didn't say anything, it doesn't mean that I didn't feel annoyed." Seeing that the damage to Qin Lingfei's mental state was not serious, Yu Haoran, whose anger had slightly dissipated, waved his hands next to his ears, and mocked with a rather annoying expression.

Yu Haoran's sarcastic remarks and actions caused countless spectators to laugh, but they did not dare to laugh out because they were afraid of the power of the purple robed middle aged man. They could only forcibly endure it, causing the atmosphere to become strange.

"Hu!"

After taking nine deep breaths in succession, the middle aged man in purple clothes finally managed to suppress the rage that was already at the edge of exploding. He then directly sat on the purple dragon throne, and looked at Yu Haoran with a dark and cold glint in his eyes.

After Qin Lingfei and Gu Li left the stage, Yu Haoran's name suddenly flew away from the rankings, and as it entered his body, it also forcefully brought him up the stage.

Immediately after, the name of the Changjian Sect, who had already participated in the first round of the finals, left the list as well, and then merged with him before forcibly bringing him to the arena.

"The war of attrition!" After seeing Chang Jian Zong being forcefully brought onto the stage, the Qin Emperor suddenly stood up, and said while clenching his teeth while looking straight at the purple robed middle-aged man.

"That's right!"

Turning his head to look at the furious Qin Di, the purple robed man nodded his head in acknowledgement before replying with a pleased expression.

"Although the seven of us Honored Warriors are unable to personally kill this guy, I can use the Latent Dragon Qi to change a part of the rules of the competition and let him die miserably in the battle between the ninety-nine participants."

"You!"

Facing the middle age man in purple's shameless pride, the Qin Emperor was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Father, please calm your anger for the moment!" Yu Haoran turned around and comforted the Qin Emperor.

"The methods of a clown are not seen by me, so they are not worth it for you to be angry over."

After being comforted, Yu Haoran immediately took out the high grade revered realm white rod, and pointed it at Chang Jian Sect's threat.

"Either admit defeat or die!"

In the face of Yu Haoran's blatant threat, the Changjian Sect first raised their head to look at the middle aged man in purple who was still in midair, then looked at Yu Haoran who was raising a rod and pointing it at them.

Afterward, he took out an ordinary mid-tier sage realm sword, his eyes revealing a trace of sorrowful expression as he cupped his hands and pleaded.

"Senior Brother Yu, please show mercy!"

"There is a path to heaven, but you refuse to walk it. Hell has no door, so you should come by yourself!"

Seeing that Chang Jian Zong did not accept the painful lesson of the first round and still believed that he did not dare to make a killing move, Yu Haoran replied with an abnormally cold expression.

"Changjian Sect, since you have chosen this path that leads to hell, then don't blame me for being merciless."

The white stick held in his hand combined with the power of the ancestor's body, with a simple move of Taishan, he directly smashed Changjian Zong into a pile of meat paste.

Yu Haoran mercilessly killed Chang Jian Sect immediately. Not only did the people present not feel the slightest bit of shock or revulsion, they actually approved and admired his way of doing things.

After all, using ruthless killing methods to intimidate opponents who were hoping for a fluke and making them take the initiative to admit defeat after stepping onto the stage to maintain their peak condition was the best way to deal with this revolving battle.

Therefore, even the relatives and friends of the Prosperous Sect, when they faced his death, other than feeling extreme sorrow, the target of their hatred was not Yu Haoran.

It was the purple-clothed, middle-aged expert sitting atop the purple dragon throne.0

As Yu Haoran withdrew his white stick, Chang Jian Sect's name carried a ninety-eight meter long, seven-colored dragon and a one meter long, seven-colored dragon out of the meat.

When Yu Haoran's meter long rainbow dragon successfully devoured the opposing party's meter long rainbow dragon, the name of the Chang Jian Sect and the multicolored dragon had disappeared from the list.

Following that, the ninety-ninth name left the list and fused with Wang Qing, forcefully bringing him to the arena.

"Either admit defeat or die!" Yu Haoran also raised his rod, pointing it at Wang Qing and threatened.

Looking back and forth between the purple clothed middle aged ranker and Yu Haoran, there was deep helplessness and a trace of nameless fury in Wang Qing's eyes.

The target of Nameless' Fury were the purple robed middle aged ranker and the merciless Yu Haoran.

If the purple robed middle aged man did not acquiesce, Gu Li would not dare to blatantly harass Qin Lingfei, and would not dare to wantonly bully Yu Haoran.

If it wasn't for Yu Haoran's lawless personality, the purple robed middle aged man wouldn't have forcefully changed the rules of the finals, putting himself in a dilemma.

However, when he saw the pile of meat at his feet out of the corner of his eyes, his helplessness and nameless fury were immediately replaced by fear. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said to the list above him.

"I admit defeat!"

"Humph!"

The purple robed middle-aged man glared at Wang Qing with displeasure in his eyes. He could not help but let out a cold snort.

However, no matter how angry the purple robed middle-aged man was, Wang Qing took the initiative to admit defeat. His name carried a one meter long, seven-colored dragon and left his body.

When the 1.7m little dragon was engulfed by Yu Haoran's 1.7m little dragon, Wang Qing's name once again appeared on the list.

After greeting Yu Haoran, Wang Qing immediately turned and left the stage. After returning to the central plaza, he watched the purple robed middle aged man anxiously, not knowing when his punishment would come.

However, when the ninety-eighth, ninety-seventh and ninety-sixth contestants also admitted their defeat, and when the purple robed middle-aged man didn't make any moves to take revenge, Wang Qing finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The death of Chang Jian Zong and the safety of Wang Qing and the rest of the contestants had given the contestants the best path.

From the 95th place on the list to the 61st place, all of the contestants admitted defeat as soon as they stepped onto the stage.

This allowed Yu Haoran to maintain his peak condition while the length of the Rainbow Dragon in his body had also reached one hundred thirty-nine meters.

Under normal circumstances, there would be a total of forty people ranked 61st to 100th, and the seven-colored dragon devoured and acquired should be at least forty meters long.

However, Wu Zhengjun had directly killed the seventy-fourth placed Ma Baohua in the first round, causing the number of participants who admitted defeat right away to only be thirty-eight.

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