205: The Thirteenth Supreme King of Zhongzhou

On the stage.

The old man's expression was one of shock; while deflecting Night Owl's attacks, he wiped cold sweat from his forehead.

To be in such a situation against a Saint Peak, he had actually already lost completely.

If Night Owl were in the Saint King Realm, even at the first level of the Saint King Realm, he would absolutely not be Night Owl's opponent.

"Where on earth did this Prodigy come from!!"

The old man wailed in his heart.

His Dao Heart had been deeply shaken by Night Owl; if it weren't for the fact that losing meant being penniless and having to walk off the stage naked, he would have long since forfeited the match and fled.

After all, fighting to a draw with someone whose cultivation level was a whole Realm lower was truly damaging to one's Dao Heart.

"Hehe, old man, it's time to end this."

After exchanging thousands of blows with the old man, Night Owl grinned, and a vast amount of Slaughter Mist surged from his body, enveloping the old man.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Inside the red Slaughter Mist, several collision sounds rang out.

Then, the old man's body shot out of the mist like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the stage's Formation and completely losing his ability to fight.

"Hiss, what on earth is going on? How did this Saint King Peak old man lose?"

"I don't know. I only saw that young man; red mist surged from his body and enveloped him, and in no time, he ended up like this."

"What exactly is this red mist? It actually possesses such powerful strength that a Saint King Peak powerhouse couldn't even last a few moves inside?"

Looking at the old man lying on the stage like a dead dog.

The Cultivators watching from below were all dumbfounded.

Originally, since Night Owl and the old man had fought for so long, they thought that for the two to decide a winner, it would at least take until their Spiritual Qi was exhausted.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the old man had lost his fighting ability; it was truly inconceivable.

"Old man, stop pretending. I know you still have the strength to take off your clothes."

On the stage, Night Owl looked at the old man lying on the ground playing dead and said with a smile.

After fighting the old man for a while, he had gained a clear understanding of his own Physical Body strength.

His Physical Body strength could barely reach the ninth level of the Saint King Realm; wanting to defeat the old man was impossible.

Therefore, after understanding his Physical Body strength, he didn't want to waste any more time and directly unleashed the Slaughter Mist to end the battle quickly.

Hearing Night Owl's voice.

The old man, sprawled on the ground, shakily climbed to his feet and, with a fawning smile, begged for mercy: "Little... Little Fellow Daoist, can the clothes be exempted? You see, I am quite old, and stripping naked in front of such a crowd is truly indecent."

"Hmph! Since it was a wager, it cannot be exempted. If you don't take it off, leave your life behind."

Night Owl said coldly.

When this old man accepted the wager earlier, he was very happy. Now that he had lost and wanted to play the victim and beg for mercy, Night Owl would not sympathize.

"Fine, I'll take it off, I'll take it off."

Seeing Night Owl's stern expression, the old man was terrified. He hurriedly took off his robe, leaving only a pair of leopard-print underpants.

He had already experienced Night Owl's Slaughter Mist; it was truly terrifying in there.

If Night Owl wanted to kill him, it would definitely be very easy. So, between his clothes and his life, preserving his life was more important.

Anyway, he was just an old geezer, and he didn't care about being seen by others.

"Yo, this old man knows how to dress; he's actually wearing leopard-print underpants."

"Haha, don't say, these underpants actually look pretty good on him."

"Damn, you must be really desperate. You think an old geezer wearing leopard print looks good? You really have unique taste."

Seeing the old man on the stage stripped down to only a pair of leopard-skin underpants.

The male Cultivators under the stage all teased him with smiles on their faces.

As for the female Cultivators, they turned their heads away, not paying attention to the old man.

"Little Fellow Daoist... is... is this enough?"

Looking at the only pair of underpants left on his body, the old man asked Night Owl stammeringly.

If Night Owl wanted him to take off even the underpants, he would truly be humiliated today.

"Go, go!"

Seeing the old man's embarrassed appearance, Night Owl waved his hand impatiently.

"Alright, alright, thank you, Little Fellow Daoist, thank you, Little Fellow Daoist."

Seeing that Night Owl agreed to let him leave.

The old man, ignoring his injuries, excitedly rushed off the stage and disappeared into the city center.

After the old man left.

Night Owl didn't intend to stay long either; he prepared to step off the stage to collect the Spirit Stones he had won.

But before he could walk down.

A Handsome Youth with a jade crown and luxurious robes, who was at the Saint King Peak, landed on the stage with a face full of arrogance.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to leave just like that? Are you interested in having another wager match with me?"

The Handsome Youth's eyes flashed with jealousy as he stared fixedly at Night Owl's back.

Upon seeing this Handsome Youth with the jade crown fly onto the Saint King Peak stage.

The Cultivators below all let out gasps of surprise.

"Hiss, isn't that Hua Hong? He is the thirteenth on the Central Plains Saint King Leaderboard! If this Little Fellow Daoist wagers against him, the chances of winning won't be high!"

"I think it's more than just not high; there's simply no chance of winning. That Saint King Peak old man from just now doesn't even amount to a fart compared to Hua Hong; Hua Hong could probably kill him within a hundred moves."

"Indeed, this Little Fellow Daoist is, after all, a Saint Peak. He is a whole Realm away from the Saint King Peak. Defeating an ordinary Saint King old man was already his limit; wanting to defeat a Prodigy on the leaderboard is difficult."

A group of people stared intently at the two on the stage.

They wanted to see what kind of response Night Owl would give to Hua Hong's challenge.

If these two could fight, it would be another spectacular duel.

"Oh?"

Hearing the voice behind him, Night Owl turned his head with a puzzled expression.

When he saw the youth's provocative expression, a cold sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Of course, as long as you can bring out 30 billion Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, plus all the gear on your person as a wager, I can have a match with you."

Although he didn't know this youth, he felt intense hostility from the youth's eyes.

Since it was someone with hostility, he would not be polite. What awaited the youth would be the same outcome as the old man: being left naked.

"Heh, I can bring out the Spirit Stones, and the gear on me can also be used as a wager. But if you lose, it can't just be about losing some Spirit Stones, right?"

Hearing that Night Owl wanted to strip him naked just like that Saint King Peak old man from earlier.

Hua Hong revealed a contemptuous smile.

He didn't come up here just to win some Spirit Stones from Night Owl; he wanted to humiliate Night Owl severely.

As the thirteenth existence in the Central Plains Saint King Realm, Night Owl's recent performance was truly too dazzling.

Trampling a Prodigy of this level under his feet and humiliating him severely was his ultimate goal.