Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

"What's going on?"

"Did Xiao Ye's physical body just break through?"

"Wasn't he continuously vomiting blood from Han Tian's attacks? How did he suddenly break through?"

…

This sudden turn of events shocked all the martial artists in the duel arena, leaving them unable to react for a long while before they burst into excited discussions again.

"Good lad!"

The only one in the arena who discerned the clues was the black-robed old man acting as the referee.

His physical body power is top-notch throughout Barbarian Valley City, such that even the clan leaders of the Ten Great Families treat him with great respect and dare not act recklessly in his presence.

So his gaze was incredibly sharp.

"This youngster actually used Han Tian's attacks to temper his physical body and accelerate the breakthrough of his physical body power. What a bold idea, and what impressive cunning!" The black-robed elder continuously praised, having lived in Barbarian Valley City for over two hundred years and seen countless heavenly prides, but this was his first time seeing someone like Xiao Ye.

"I'm really looking forward to his next performance." The elder's eyes twinkled with brilliant light as he fixed his gaze on Xiao Ye in the arena.

Boom!

Accompanied by terrifying fluctuations of blood qi sweeping out, Xiao Ye's body slowly descended from mid-air to the arena floor, his pitch-black pupils completely turning purple at this moment.

"Whew!"

Xiao Ye took a deep breath, the purple light flickering in his eyes gradually subsiding. His eyes flashed like electricity, as the vigorous blood qi surging insanely, rapidly healing the severe damage to his physical body.

With Xiao Ye's King Body breaking through to the Great Achievement Realm, even the recovery power of his physical body significantly strengthened.

At this moment, Xiao Ye felt that with each gesture or stomp, the surging blood qi was as scorching as magma, rolling fiercely through his meridians, shuttling back and forth incredibly.

According to Xiao Ye's estimation, his King Body was stuck before the Great Achievement Realm, but after breaking through, his physical body power had increased by about five times, incomparable to before.

Swoosh!

At this time, with a somber expression, Han Tian flew down from mid-air, standing firmly on the arena, his gaze heavily fixed on Xiao Ye opposite him.

Now, Han Tian felt that Xiao Ye resembled a humanoid ferocious beast, filled with an inviolable majesty. Even he couldn't help but feel a hint of dread in his heart.

Glancing slightly at the somber-faced Han Tian, Xiao Ye's mouth curled into a mocking smile as he spoke indifferently, "What now, do you still want to fight? Or are you going to kneel and admit defeat now?"

Han Tian's expression darkened, his sinister eyes filled with rage.

This time he unusually forewent any banter and launched an attack on Xiao Ye without a word, his vigorous blood qi fully materialized, forming an insurmountable blood-red Ancient Divine Mountain, pressing down towards Xiao Ye.

"It's the same move again, it seems your body combat skill hasn't really reached great success!" Xiao Ye coldly chuckled, without any apparent preparation, directly threw a punch towards the plummeting Ancient Divine Mountain. Purple light exploded, and terrifying physical body power surged out like the mighty Yangtze River.

Rumble!

With a loud explosion, the Ancient Divine Mountain formed by condensed Blood Qi shattered into pieces. Han Tian's face turned white, and he was severely injured; a powerful force flung him away, blood spurting wildly, as he fell to the edge of the fighting platform.

"Son!" Han Family Master Han Ying's expression changed dramatically, as he immediately cried out in shock.

"Xiao Ye, you damned thing!" Darkness overwhelmed Han Tian's vision, and rage burned away his rationality. He struggled to get up from the edge of the platform to continue his assault on Xiao Ye.

Unexpectedly, just as he was getting up, a foot descended from above, stomping directly on his back. A terrifying force burst forth, pressing him down again; stars swirled before his eyes, and blood spurted from his mouth once more.

The Duel Arena once again fell into a deadly silence, everyone staring blankly at the young man who had Han Tian beneath his foot.

"I told you, on this platform, I would trample you underfoot because I really want to see if at this moment, you are desperate and pathetic, or as arrogant as you were before," Xiao Ye coldly stated, standing over Han Tian, looking down at him.

"Ah!"

Han Tian, like a wild beast, fiercely struggled, veins bulging on his body, trying to lift Xiao Ye's foot.

"Hmph, seems like you're just garbage!" Seeing this, Xiao Ye sneered again, lifted his foot, then kicked from the side, sending Han Tian flying off the platform, harshly smashing into the ground.

Suffering another heavy blow and the humiliating words of Xiao Ye, Han Tian roared towards the sky and then passed out.

"Son!" Han Ying, who was sitting nearby, immediately rushed out, accompanied by a group of strong Han Family members.

Han Ying held the unconscious Han Tian, checking his injuries, and upon finding that they weren't too severe, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, like a venomous snake, his cold, fierce gaze locked onto Xiao Ye on the platform.

"Young man, your sinister thoughts are too much. Today, not only did you hurt my son, but you also dared to humiliate him. I, Han Ying, will make sure you won't leave this Duel Arena!" Han Ying handed Han Tian to a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper beside him, then stood up, waving his hand.

Suddenly—

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Figures emanating strong Physical Body Power fluctuations appeared, surrounding the platform in a circle.

Looking ahead, these were Han Family Martial Artists who had come to watch the contest of Heavenly Prides. There were over a hundred of them, each robust and strong, their faces unfriendly as they stared at Xiao Ye, seemingly ready to charge at a moment's command from Han Ying.

"Han Ying, what are you doing?" The black-robed elder acting as the referee changed his expression and quickly shouted.

"Han Ying, do you think our Yang Family is just for decoration?" At this moment, Yang Wudao also charged up with the Yang Family Martial Artists, confronting the Han Family's Martial Artists.

This sudden turn of events stunned all the Martial Artists present.

It was supposed to be a contest between the Heavenly Prides of the Ten Great Families, but it had now turned into a clash between two major families.

However, Han Ying didn't even glance at Yang Wudao but instead bowed to the black-robed elder saying, "Elder Qian, today it's our Yang Family's grudge against this young man, and this young man is not a Martial Artist from Barbarian Valley City. I hope you will not interfere, lest an accidental injury occurs."

The black-robed elder froze, then became furious: "Well, Han Ying, you have some nerve, threatening me!"

"This matter, I will handle it today!" The black-robed elder declared, stepping forward towards Han Ying, ready to take action.

But at this moment, Xiao Ye, who had been standing on the platform, walked out with a smile: "Yang Family, Elder Qian, calm yourselves. It's just a Han Family Master, I, Xiao Ye, haven't even taken him seriously."