"Clam!"

The black panther's terrifying sharp teeth intertwined, but made an empty sound like a metal hit.

The monsters in the audience suddenly became silent because as imagined, Jiuming's body was broken into two pieces and blood was flying everywhere.

"Abstained...disappeared?"

Black Panther was most shocked. How did Jiuming escape the fatal blow at this critical moment?

"Bang!"

Just as his brain was at a pause and could hardly think, a severe blow suddenly came from his abdomen. The huge force was extraordinary, almost causing him to vomit even the acidic water of his stomach, and his body flew back involuntarily.

His face changed drastically. In the next breath, he saw the Nine Life, which had almost turned into a afterimage, appearing above him out of thin air, clenching his small fist, but with an inexplicable horror, he smashed it down hard.

"Bang--"

With a loud bang, the black panther's seven-meter-high body was smashed into the Gladiator Stage made of black stone iron, smashing a large pit into the Gladiator Stage. The earth and rocks flew, and Jiuming's body hovered in the air and landed steadily on the Gladiator Stage, looking indifferently at the Black Panther vomiting blood foam.

There was a silence in the audience, and no one knew why Jiuming suddenly turned over and knocked down Black Panther.

On Jiu Ming's body, the biggest wound was the left arm. Due to his natal magical power, the blood had stopped and was slowly recovering. In addition, the five finger holes on both arms began to form a membrane of flesh and blood, and I believe it would be restored soon.

His innate supernatural powers can be restored even if he has broken arms, let alone this?

Despite this, there was no pain on his face. He just now almost all his eyebrows were squeezed together, but at this moment he suddenly felt unconscious.

"The master is right! As expected, only fists can relieve their anger!"

Jiuming's face was covered in blood, but he smiled nervously, saying inexplicable words to the demons below the audience.

What he laughed was that he finally understood "The Remaining Blood". The pain for half a year has been rewarded. What he laughed was that "The Remaining Blood" was tailored for him.

Therefore, the most wonderful thing about the exercises is to turn all your pain into strength, so that he does not feel any pain.

The more he is injured, the more powerful he gains. At this point, he is truly considered a demon clan, rather than a little raccoon who is hiding around with some illusion.

"I won't hide anymore!"

Jiuming stared at Black Panther coldly, but after saying this, his whole body's strength suddenly disappeared, and the pain almost instantly rushed in exponentially. His pupils shrank into needle-shaped, and his arms began to tremble. He secretly cried in his heart. This was the side effect of "Remaining Blood". He could maintain nearly five breaths with "Remaining Blood" for the first time. Even those who created it would be surprised.

In the Middle Ages Blood Killing Sect, people who can understand the residual blood are less than ten fingers. Those who can last three breaths for the first time are less than three fingers.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Eight-life Yama, you are the king of today!"

Seeing Jiu Ming turn over, the demon soldiers who defeated him at this time were immediately excited and shouted, "How could they know Jiu Ming's status at this time, and they thought they would win the dark horse."

However, the Black Panther had recovered from the pain of the heavy blow. At that time, the Black Panther's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and a huge demonic aura suddenly surged out of her body: "Damn little demon, you have angered me!"

"roar!"

Even with a terrifying roar, Jiu Ming was forced to retreat by his demonic energy. Several feet away, his whole body trembled continuously due to the side effects of the residual blood. Because of the terrifying demonic energy, he could not speak, and the word "give up" was suppressed in his throat.

"Your mom's..."

Seeing that his cultivation level had made great progress, he was still dead, and Jiuming scolded him unwillingly.

The next breath, the huge demonic aura turned into a terrifying beast shadow and pounced on Jiufen.

The demons in the audience were silent again, and no demon soldiers thought he could be spared this time.

"Woo--"

But at this moment, Yinglong City, dozens of miles away, suddenly heard the dull sound of the earth dragon horns.

Hearing this sound, the entire Huijiao Camp suddenly moved, because this sound was the sound of the Yingqiu Huang clan summoning the entire army. It would only sound when the other three tribes invade or the Yingqiu Huang clan takes a major action.

Those who hear the sound and still have no movement will be executed immediately by the commander of the Gray Gang Camp.

No demon soldiers dared to be negligent, and the black panther on the stage was no exception. He stared at his scarlet eyes and gritted his teeth in hatred, but failed to sacrifice his might to kill Jiuxian.

"Little Demon Spirit! You're lucky!" The black panther made a sound that almost gritted his teeth, threw his head and left.

The sound of the dragon horn in the earth sounded first. If he dared to kill Nine Life first, then what was waiting for him would inevitably be the thundering means of the commander of the Gray Gang Camp.

Nine lives that accidentally saved their lives, grinned openly.

"King! Hurry up... Let's gather quickly..."

At this time, the demons below the stage dispersed in a turbulent manner, but a few little demons waited for the Black Panther to leave, so they climbed onto the stage. Seeing that Jiu Ming could not move, they quickly lifted him up and headed to the schoolyard.

These little demons are several small fire chiefs in the team under Jiu Ming's command. After Jiu Ming's special request, they cannot call the team leader, but must call the king. Due to his tyranny, several small fire chiefs can only surrender helplessly.

His performance today has been recorded, and it won't take long for his courage to be passed to various commanders.

The Huijiao Camp was assembled after half an hour and then rushed to Yinglong City. Originally, the Huijiao Camp was just a bottom-ranked existence in the Yingqiu tribe's army, but because the military discipline was a bit scattered, the army naturally couldn't see much.

But finally, within the designated time, we arrived at the designated assembly point, the Yinglong Army's large-scale colony composed of Yinglong's tribe, which was about five miles away from Yinglong City.

The Huijiao Camp was inconspicuous and mixed into the entire army of prisoners, as if a river had entered the sea.

Not long after, when nearly 10,000 demon soldiers in the Huijiao Camp had not yet rectified the troops, a row of terrifying soldiers was arranged in the giant gladiatorium center in the center of the university.

They are all composed of the most elite soldiers and generals of the prisoner tribe. Only the chief guard camp of the Huang clan has such power.

Jiuxian, who had finally recovered some strength from the audience, suddenly felt shocked. He joined the Huang family of Yingqiu. Although it was only half a year since then, this time, the Dragon Sword has been blown away for the second time. However, the first time there was no such a pole. Only the legendary person could have such a pole.

Sure enough, not long after, a tall and burly woman, surrounded by elite soldiers, stepped onto the tall gladiatorial platform.

"Among you, there are many monsters who have never seen me..."
Chapter completed!