It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor

Arena, backstage.

A man in black sat on the seat, looking at the huge screen in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"A group of fools are so easy to be fooled!"

"Now, you can make a lot of money again!"

"The performance has exceeded expectations, so the deputy sect master must have given me a lot of rewards?"

The man in black thought to himself, his expression getting more and more complacent.

"Shopkeeper, are you going to start?"

At this time, a woman came in and said.

"Don't worry, let them finish betting!" said the man in black.

"Yes, shopkeeper!"

The woman nodded slightly, and strode away with one word step.

"Wait!" The man in black called out to the woman.

"Shopkeeper, what other orders do you have?" The woman was full of doubts.

"come here!"

The man in black beckoned.

With doubts, the woman walked to the man in black, and after hearing what the man in black said, her pupils constricted and her face changed drastically.

"This... this is not very good, if they find out the truth, I'm afraid..." the woman said.

"What are you afraid of? This is next to my Asura Sect. If they dare to act presumptuously, the deputy Sect Master will just sit idly by?"

"Besides, Mr. Han Bing is so powerful, he can easily deal with King Shura!"

"I won't wait for King Shura to attack, Mr. Han Bing will definitely kill King Shura!" said the man in black.

"Shopkeeper, if this is the case, why bother?" The woman was puzzled.

"I'm just in case!"

"We bet so many divine essence stones this time, and if we lose, we will definitely confess here, do you understand?" said the man in black.

"Yes, shopkeeper!"

The woman nodded heavily and walked away quickly.

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The area around the arena was overcrowded.

Everyone stared at the arena with excited faces.

Most people bet their worth on King Shura, and it would be false if they were not nervous.

As time passed, more and more people were present.

Beads of sweat overflowed from many people's foreheads.

"Why haven't you started yet? The time has passed!"

"That's right, let's start!"

Many people couldn't sit still and started shouting loudly.

The whole scene became more and more intense.

In the midst of everyone's endless calls, the host finally walked out from the backstage and stood in front of the stage.

"Guests, I've been waiting for a long time!"

"In order to give everyone the time to bet, we deliberately delayed for a quarter of an hour. At the same time, it is also to restore King Shura to his best condition. Please understand!"

The host's voice vibrated faintly, and it was heard clearly in everyone's ears.

Hearing this, many people showed embarrassment on their faces.

"The Asura Sect is too polite, isn't it? They even took the initiative to delay King Shura's recovery time!"

"It seems that we have wrongly blamed the Asura Gate!"

"As expected of a great power, it's so touching to be so innocent!"

"From now on, I will only come to this hell cage to bet!"

"Me too!"

Hearing this, the host smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your understanding, there is still half a quarter of an hour, and we will have the eighth competition!"

"Who wins, everyone will wait and see!"

After the host finished speaking, he walked backstage again and disappeared from everyone's sight.

After extremely anxious waiting, finally ushered in this gladiatorial competition.

The host stood on the stage again and said, "This show is finally starting!"

"First, please invite our King Shura!"

After this sound.

"Om..."

The heavy iron door opened slowly.

A giant five-meter-tall man strode into the arena from behind the iron gate.

He waved his fist and thumped Tianji heavily, causing the air to explode.

"King Shura, King Shura..."

The crowd waved their fists along with Shurahan, shouting the name of King Shura loudly.

The whole scene exploded.

for a long time.

The scene gradually calmed down.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on King Shura.

"Sure enough, King Shura's state is obviously higher than the previous one!"

"Yeah, this time it's a sure win!"

"When I think that I can earn 25% of the Shenyuan Stone, my heart seems to jump out."

"Me too, so excited!"

The host waved his hand, and everyone stopped discussing.

"Next, let's invite our new contestant—Master Ice!"

After the host finished speaking, the thick iron door on the other side slowly opened.

Han Xing walked out from the iron gate, his eyes were full of ashes.

It seems that there is no spirit.

Seeing such a scene, everyone could not help but sigh.

"Haha, too weak, too weak!"

"With this little strength, you dare to fight King Shura? I really don't know how to write the word death!"

"It doesn't matter how strong he is, as long as King Shura can win!"

"that is!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the arena.

When the iron gate was closed, the host said, "No matter what method you use, one person lives and one person dies!"

"The competition begins now!"

The words just fell off.

"boom……"

King Shura stepped on huge steps and rushed towards the cold punishment.

Regarding this scene, Han Xing acted as if he hadn't seen it, and just stood there stupidly.

"Boom..."

Without any accident, the huge fist hit Han Xing heavily on the face.

Han Xing flew upside down, hit the iron wall, and fell to the ground, motionless like a dead fish.

"it is good!"

There were bursts of cheers, and they kept ringing.

There was an uncontrollable smile on everyone's face.

"This battle is easier than imagined!"

"That's right, that Mr. Ice is completely a weak chicken!"

"Mighty, King Shura is mighty!"

Exclaimed constantly.

Everyone's eyes closely followed the movement of King Shura's body.

I see.

King Shura didn't stop, he kicked his right leg and jumped up.

Like a cannonball, it stepped heavily on Han Xing.

"boom……"

The ground trembled and dust flew up, covering both King Shura.

Wait for the dust to clear.

King Shura stood where he was, with his hands raised high.

"Win, win!"

"Haha, I really won!"

"As for being so excited, isn't it a sure thing?"

"Why haven't you declared victory yet!"

Everyone looked up at the host with doubts.

The host smiled slightly and said, "The rule of this arena is to kill the opponent!"

"I didn't announce King Shura's victory, that means Master Han Bing is not dead!" said the host.

"Is it still not dead?"

"No way?"

"King Shura, break his neck!"

Shouts kept ringing.

King Shura was full of doubts, looking at Han Xing, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

I see.

Han Xing didn't have any injuries at all.

"how can that be?"

King Shura showed surprise on his face.

"Can't you use some strength?"

At this time, a sound was heard in King Shura's ears.

This sound, like the devil's voice from hell, made King Shura's body tremble.

"It's a little bit capable, but so what?!"

"When you get here, either you die or I live!"

"I don't believe that I can't be killed!"

After finishing speaking, King Shura went straight to Han Xing.

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