Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

These days, the Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei's body has vaguely emitted warnings again, sharper than ever.

Turtle Extreme wouldn't issue warnings for no reason, indicating that a formidable enemy harbors murderous intent towards Yang Fei.

And in Novis City, the only one who can truly threaten Yang Fei is Chen Xingzhu.

"Sigh, she's really a troublesome woman."

Yang Fei rubbed his forehead, extremely vexed.

Yet in his mind, Chen Xingzhu's slender and fiery figure flashed, with a humiliated yet indulgent expression.

"Damn, it's hard."

Yang Fei bitterly smiled as he glanced at a certain part of himself, shaking his head.

This witch-like woman was fiercely humiliated by Yang Fei in the Dragon Battle Arena, and her hatred for Yang Fei was bone-deep.

Yang Fei knew clearly that next time they face off, she would stop at nothing to kill him.

If only that wretched Dragon Battle Arena could be controlled at will, it'd be fine, but Yang Fei has researched for days and hasn't found a method.

Thinking of this, for the sake of his own survival, Yang Fei took out the Dragon Battle Arena again.

Under the dim wall lamp, the palm-sized Dragon Battle Arena was as crimson as blood.

Although the thumb-sized God Statue in the center was unclear in appearance, it exuded an ancient and eerie aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

These days, Yang Fei has scoured many ancient texts and documents, trying to find a way to control the Dragon Battle Arena.

But methods like blood recognition, meditation integration, Essence Qi infusion have all been used, yet the Dragon Battle Arena showed no reaction at all.

Yang Fei rubbed the Dragon Battle Arena, focusing all his mind and spirit on it, pondering deeply back and forth.

However, the Dragon Battle Arena remained unchanged.

According to the Yan Ru Scripture, before human civilization appeared on Earth, countless prehistoric civilizations existed.

And the civilization preceding human civilization was called Cultivation Civilization.

Cultivation Civilization left numerous unique imprints on human civilization.

Many modern unsolved mysteries and various myths and legends, according to archaeologists, are intricately linked to prehistoric Cultivation Civilization.

Yang Fei is certain that the Dragon Battle Arena capable of transforming space in his hand is indeed passed down from prehistoric Cultivation Civilization.

This also aligns with modern technology's parallel space theory.

But how exactly to activate the Dragon Battle Arena's space?

Yang Fei sighed speechlessly and rested his head on his arms.

His gaze was deep, looking through the roof, staring at the vast starry sky.

At that moment, Yang Fei's eyes flashed, as if the surroundings changed, yet also seemed unchanged.

He jumped up swiftly from the ivory bed, instinctively glanced at the bed.

The Helen who was immersed in sweet dreams earlier was indeed gone, only the pink curtain gently swayed.

"Damn, entered the Dragon Battle Arena's parallel space again."

Yang Fei realized, swore a profanity, feeling exasperated with this elusive thing that always failed at critical moments.

He stood up, stride towards the door.

Outside was still the scene of the Royal Garden, but the sky had turned dark red, with clouds of the same color slightly drooping.

All of this proved that Yang Fei at this moment was already inside the Dragon Battle Arena.

Yang Fei glanced around and found the Evil God statue in the middle of the Dragon Battle Arena.

The statue's four faces—east, south, west, north—each wore expressions of gloominess, ferocity, excitement, respectively, and the central vertical eye exuded unparalleled tyranny and malice.

Since Yang Fei possessed the Dragon Battle Arena, he has entered twice.

However, each time he was forced to enter, and before the fight ended, he was kicked out, never having thoroughly observed this space.

In the Dragon Battle Arena, other sceneries were identical to the Royal Garden, nothing worth studying.

The only difference was this Evil God statue in the center of the Dragon Battle Arena.

Yang Fei scrutinized the atrium-high Evil God statue from top to bottom.

Strangely, Yang Fei found that when he stared at the Evil God statue, the central vertical eye also seemed to stare back at him, full of malice.

Suddenly, Yang Fei entertained a whimsical thought: if he smashed this Evil God statue, would the Dragon Battle Arena be doomed?

Just as he thought this, a cold hum suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Ants are ants, even after thousands of years of evolution, still ants."

The voice was dull and layered, as if countless echoes mixed together, buzzing to the ear.

For a moment, Yang Fei thought he heard wrong.

In this empty, bird-forsaken place, someone was speaking?

As he searched for the source of the voice, it grew sharper.

"I've been sealed for so many years, countless masters have come and gone, and you are the most useless."

This time, Yang Fei saw clearly that the voice came from that non-metal, non-stone Evil God statue.

This is truly bizarre.

A statue actually speaking, in this absurd world, what else could be impossible?

Listening to the statue's arrogant tone, anger surged sharply in Yang Fei.

With hands on his hips, he coldly stared at the statue: "Who the hell are you?"

"Slaves should act like slaves, since you call me master, is this how slaves speak?"

All four faces of the statue displayed mocking expressions.

"You merely obtained the Dragon Battle Arena; you are not fit to be my master."

"If I hadn't saved you, you'd be done for."

Yang Fei suddenly realized, looking at the statue that could speak.

"I get it now. No wonder I fell into here mysteriously; you're the one behind all this."

The statue coldly snorted: "If not for your possession of True Martial Great Emperor's Nine Extremes, I wouldn't care for you."

"Unfortunately, you're too weak, compared to the True Martial Great Emperor of old, you're less than an ant."

Upon hearing "True Martial Great Emperor," Yang Fei felt familiarity, as if he had heard of it somewhere.

He controlled his anger, coldly asked the statue: "Who is the True Martial Great Emperor?"

The statue humanly curled his lip: "You don't even know the True Martial Great Emperor, what a joke!"

Yang Fei chuckled grimly: "You're merely a Stone Person, others fear you, but not me."

"Do you believe I'll piss on your head, shit a heap, and use your mouth as a toilet?"

Boom!

The surrounding space suddenly trembled, the statue's four faces simultaneously displayed anger, roaring like thunder.

"You dare desecrate the deity!"

Yang Fei, hoping to provoke the Evil God successfully, enraged the statue.

He originally thought the statue would attack him, but unexpectedly it merely roared, and he laughed heartily.

"After all, you can't do shit to me; no power, so bow your head, why pretend to be Big Head!"

Yang Fei said, extending his hand to pat the statue's shoulder, voice filling with schadenfreude.

"Getting sealed doesn't feel good, but I'll tell you, being pissed on the head feels worse!"

As he spoke, he jumped onto the statue's shoulder, loosened his waistband, sneering.

"Perfect, I'm bursting, let's fertilize you first."