202: Strong victory

It's actually the Yin Sha Ghost Emperor Body, so he's from the Yin Ghost Clan. No wonder.

Everyone suddenly understood. The yin energy emanating from him when he first appeared had already caught the attention of many.

However, his question was also something everyone was curious about.

For a body like the Yin Sha Ghost Emperor Body, which is extremely yin, the only thing that could counter it would be an extremely yang body or bloodline.

But Long Ting is from the Demon Clan, and there aren't many among the Demon Clan who possess extreme yang attributes.

Furthermore, no aura of extreme yang was detected from Long Ting.

"How dare a mere little ghost question your Grandfather Long?"

Long Ting's tone was disdainful, not putting the other party in his eyes at all.

The Yin Ghost Clan's Pride felt like he was about to vomit blood from anger, his expression ferocious, like a madman.

"Oh, oh, oh, what, are you already losing your temper?"

Long Ting continued to mock him.

"I want you dead!"

"Yin Sha Demonic Palm!"

The Yin Ghost Clan's Pride surged with malevolent energy, causing the surrounding battlefield to be filled with yin energy and towering ghostly qi.

He slammed out a palm, and the dense Yin Sha power transformed into a malevolent ghost, roaring as it pounced towards Long Ting.

"Overlord Dragon Fist!"

A glint of fierce light flashed in Long Ting's eyes. Although he verbally disdained his opponent, it didn't mean he underestimated him.

Being able to step onto this battle stage was already a testament to one's strength.

He unleashed his right fist, and a vast golden light burst forth. A golden giant dragon could vaguely be seen, majestic and domineering.

"This is?"

"A Five-Clawed Golden Dragon?"

The powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Clans finally understood why Long Ting could suppress the Yin Sha Ghost Emperor Body.

That was a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, the bloodline of a true Demon Clan emperor, incomparably noble.

The imperial aura it contained could suppress that small amount of evil yin energy with utmost ease.

One must know that the bloodline hierarchy among the Dragon Clan can roughly be divided into Red Dragon, White Dragon, Green Dragon, Black Dragon, and finally, Golden Dragon!

Among the currently known Dragon Clan, there has been no mention of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon's existence, showing that its rarity surpasses even that of Divine Bodies and Saint Bodies.

The leader of the Demon Clan this time was a Green Dragon powerhouse at the peak of the God Realm.

If a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon could grow smoothly, there was a great possibility for it to reach the Quasi-Emperor stage, and it even had the potential to become a Great Emperor!

At this moment, the powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Clans all held the same opinion: the Yin Ghost Clan's Pride was destined to lose!

Just as everyone had predicted, the ghostly palm print, upon contact with the golden fist print, rapidly melted away like ice and snow meeting sunlight.

It was instantly shattered by the domineering power of the Dragon Fist, which then continued its unstoppable momentum, striking the terrified Yin Ghost Clan's Pride.

"Ah!"

After a tragic scream, the Yin Ghost Clan's Pride vomited black blood and was slammed heavily onto the ground, creating a deep pit.

When he climbed out again, his original rage had been completely extinguished, leaving only fear and unease.

With his physique completely suppressed by the opponent, he simply couldn't exert his true strength.

But even though he knew he would lose, he couldn't help but utter a harsh remark: "Don't be too smug. So what if your Human and Demon Clans win this round?"

"The last two people, even I at my peak could only bow down to them!"

The meaning conveyed by his words was very clear: he was telling the other party not to fantasize, as the trump cards of their Three-Race Alliance had not yet been revealed.

"Heh heh, you don't need to worry about that. Now get down!"

Long Ting's eyes narrowed slightly. If the other party wasn't lying, then the next two rounds would be tough battles.

But then he thought of Fang Qingshan and Lin Muyan, and his hanging heart settled down.

After all, from his powerful perception, he knew that even he wasn't confident in defeating those two.

Therefore, he shook his head and said indifferently to the other party.

"Hmph!"

The Yin Ghost Clan's Pride snorted coldly and turned to leave, but something unexpected happened.

Just when everyone thought he was leaving voluntarily and conceding defeat, he suddenly transformed into a black streak of light, rushing towards Long Ting, who had already lowered his guard, as fast as lightning!

"Careful!"

The powerhouses of the Human and Demon Clans exclaimed in warning.

Long Ting had also thought the other party had given up, never expecting such a sinister move, choosing to use such underhanded tactics as a sneak attack.

He quickly regained his senses, letting out a high-pitched, terrifying dragon's roar.

He instinctively raised his hands to block the black streak.

Bang!

One side had premeditated the attack, while the other defended in haste. Even Long Ting was sent flying, slamming heavily into the ground, creating a deep pit and stirring up dust.

"Hahahaha!"

"Aren't you very arrogant? Keep shouting!"

The Yin Ghost Clan's Pride looked triumphant, not at all ashamed of his sneak attack, and laughed loudly.

"Despicable!"

Tian Hu and the others cursed angrily, immediately rousing the powerhouses in the Human and Demon Clans' camp.

Overwhelming shouts of condemnation echoed through the heavens and earth, but the Yin Ghost Clan's Pride, as the protagonist, didn't care at all.

The Nether Race's powerhouse at the peak of the God Realm, on the contrary, revealed a smile.

He was clearly very satisfied with the other party's actions, which pleased him greatly.

Qing Long's eyes turned cold, but he didn't make a move. He believed in Long Ting's strength.

Roar!

The dust at the spot where Long Ting fell was pierced by countless golden lights, and a dragon's roar resonated.

His figure was also revealed to everyone. Aside from his arms, which had blocked the damage and were somewhat corroded by yin energy, he was otherwise unharmed.

His gaze was cold as he looked at the incredulous Yin Ghost Clan's Pride, sneering, "Are you very disappointed, you good-for-nothing? You couldn't even win with a sneak attack!"

The Yin Ghost Clan's Pride's face was filled with shock. In his meticulously planned sneak attack, he had unleashed his ultimate killing move.

Even if he couldn't severely injure the opponent while he was unprepared, he should at least have caused some injuries.

Yet the opponent was completely unharmed, merely having a small part of his arm corroded by yin energy, which he found somewhat difficult to accept.

"Trash is trash. I gave you a chance, but you're useless."

After speaking, Long Ting didn't want to say anything more to the other party. With a flash of golden light, his figure had already arrived in front of the latter.

"Overlord Dragon Fist!"

It was the same move, but its power at this moment was many times stronger than before. Clearly, he had been provoked by the other party and was no longer holding back.

This punch directly struck the opponent's body, sending him flying like a broken rag, unable to get up for a long time.

The Elder Host stepped forward to examine him. After confirming that there was no life-threatening danger, he injected a stream of spiritual energy.

He announced: "Eighth round, Long Ting wins!"

"Good!"

The long-suppressed emotions of the Human and Demon Clans were released, and they cheered loudly.

The Three-Race Alliance, on the other hand, fell silent, especially the Nether Race's powerhouse at the peak of the God Realm, who had just been smiling. His face was ashen, having been thoroughly slapped.

"Don't be too happy, the real show is yet to come."

He muttered to himself in a low voice.

The Stone Clan Elder did not linger and immediately started the ninth battle.

Among the Three-Race Alliance, only two Prides remained, their auras incredibly powerful, surrounded by divine light.

The other Prides all looked at the two with apprehension, as if they held a significant position among all the Prides.

The two exchanged glances, and one of them slowly stepped out, quickly walking to the center of the arena.

Lin Muyan glanced at Fang Qingshan, nodded slightly, and with light steps, arrived gracefully.

Their eyes met, and an invisible spark flew out. A great battle was on the verge of breaking out!

PS: Long Ting: I wish all esteemed readers a prosperous Year of the Dragon, great fortune in the Year of the Dragon, and a Happy New Year!