Heaven-Surpassing Divine Emperor

"Has Jiang Chen gone mad?"

"Kill one person from the Celestial Alliance for a three-foot Dragon of Fortune?"

"There are at least a hundred experts from the Celestial Alliance here. If they were all killed, wouldn’t he have to pay out a thirty-zhang Dragon of Fortune?"

"He’s too impulsive! It’s just one subordinate. If he’s dead, he’s dead. To actually use the Dragon of Fortune to avenge him is just too unwise!"

"Sigh, even I can’t help but want to kill someone from the Celestial Alliance..." Xue Yinhao licked his lips.

On the Hundred Kings List.

Beast Nine’s eyes glinted as he began to calculate. ’Kill one for three feet, kill three for one zhang. If I were to make a move and slaughter everyone from the Celestial Alliance, that would be a full thirty-zhang Dragon of Fortune. By then, my Dragon of Fortune would be number one. Hmm, a very profitable deal!’

At this thought.

A bloodthirsty greed filled Beast Nine’s gaze.

Seated upon his Golden Throne.

Lan Haichen’s expression was ghastly. He glared at Jiang Chen and snarled, "Jiang Chen, to think you’d stoop to such despicable tactics just to get back at me?"

"Despicable?"

Jiang Chen sneered. "White Tiger had already conceded, yet you still condoned Feng Qingyang crippling his cultivation. Tell me, who’s the truly despicable one?"

Lan Haichen was seething, his teeth grinding with a CRACK. His clenched fists popped. "Jiang Chen, have you thought this through? If you really dare to do this, I guarantee that after I kill you, I will exterminate your family and everyone connected to you!"

"Still threatening me, even now?"

Jiang Chen’s gaze turned icy. He raised his voice, "Whoever slays Feng Qingyang will receive a three-zhang Dragon of Fortune!"

BOOM—

His words sent another shockwave through the crowd.

The gazes of those stronger than Feng Qingyang, like Beast Nine, turned incredibly fervent as they stared at him.

Feng Qingyang’s face suddenly turned deathly pale. He looked anxiously at Lan Haichen. "Holy Son..."

"It’s fine. I’d like to see who dares kill you!" Lan Haichen said, his face dark and his voice grave.

’He had no other choice at this point!’

’This Celestial Pride War Hall was not a place where he could call the shots!’

Lan Haichen glared at Jiang Chen with a predatory gaze. "Jiang Chen, sooner or later, you will die by my hands!"

"I’ll be waiting," Jiang Chen snorted.

He then turned to the pale-faced White Tiger and said, "Don’t worry. The Celestial Fate Daoist has Spirit Fruits that can restore a Dantian. Once I’ve settled things here, I’ll trade for one and have your Dantian restored."

"Thank you, Alliance Leader..." White Tiger’s face was filled with gratitude. He opened his mouth, then hesitated. "But, Alliance Leader, you’re spending so much of your Dragon of Fortune to avenge me..."

"Don’t worry!"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, his expression confident. "However much of the Dragon of Fortune is spent on killing members of the Celestial Alliance, I will get every last bit of it back!"

...

A handsome reward is sure to attract brave men.

The prospect of gaining a three-foot Dragon of Fortune for killing just one member of the Celestial Alliance had countless experts itching to make a move.

"Qiu Xiang, get up here!" an expert from the Thousand Marquis List roared at a Celestial Alliance expert, his voice dripping with killing intent.

"I... I refuse..." Qiu Xiang said, his face twisting in a grimace.

The Celestial Fate Daoist stated impassively, "In the Celestial Pride War Hall, challenges cannot be refused."

"..."

Qiu Xiang was utterly dumbfounded. He could only brace himself and ascend to the Floating Battlefield.

A brutal fight ensued.

Qiu Xiang—dead!

The expert from the Thousand Marquis List roared with laughter. "I won! I won! Alliance Leader Jiang Chen, can I have my Dragon of Fortune now?"

"Here you go!"

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Chen sent out a stream of power. A three-foot Dragon of Fortune flew and merged with the one above the expert’s head.

He originally had a five-foot Dragon of Fortune, placing him in the low hundreds on the Thousand Marquis List.

Now, with the three-foot boost, he instantly shot up to 87th on the Hundred Kings List!

Watching the expert’s Dragon of Fortune grow, the other powerhouses who had been hesitating could no longer hold back and rushed forward.

"Zhang Haiping of the Celestial Alliance, weren’t you so arrogant before? Come out and fight!"

"Wu Yonglin of the Celestial Alliance, if you have the guts, get over here and fight!"

"Li Zhihua of the Celestial Alliance, hurry up and come give me your head..."

One after another, the challengers swarmed forward.

The experts of the Celestial Alliance, who followed the undisputed number one genius of the Ten Great Dynasties and had acted so arrogant and invincible, were now like rats in the street, with everyone trying to get a piece of them.

It had to be said, the Celestial Alliance truly had numerous experts.

There were a total of 1,110 experts across the three lists, and the Celestial Alliance accounted for a full 155 of them.

Aside from Lan Haichen and Feng Qingyang, there were 153 others.

Under the relentless onslaught of challenges and bloody battles, the Celestial Alliance’s experts were all but annihilated, leaving only Lan Haichen and Feng Qingyang.

Even so...

Feng Qingyang had already endured no fewer than ten battles and was utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Now, the mere sight of someone ascending the Floating Battlefield made his nerves scream, terrified he would be challenged next.

Of course...

Jiang Chen had paid a heavy price for this, giving away a total of fifty-three zhang of his Dragon of Fortune. If the experts on the Venerable List had already started their matches, this loss would have been enough to get him knocked off the list entirely.

Lan Haichen’s expression was dark and stormy, but he said nothing.

Just then.

Beast Nine suddenly grinned, leaped onto the Floating Battlefield, and looked at Feng Qingyang with a cold smile. "Feng Qingyang, get up here and fight!"

"Beast Nine?"

Feng Qingyang’s expression changed dramatically.

Lan Haichen’s face was grim, his gaze chilling as he snapped, "Beast Nine, you want to oppose me too?"

"Lan Haichen, don’t put it so harshly. ’The world’s people bustle about, all for the sake of gain.’ I have no intention of making you my enemy; I’m just here to earn a little fortune!" As he spoke, he crooked a finger at Feng Qingyang and grinned. "Feng Qingyang, if you’re a man, get up here and fight!"

The Celestial Fate Daoist said flatly, "Feng Qingyang, ascend the battlefield."

"No... I surrender! I surrender..." Feng Qingyang stammered.

Beast Nine sneered. "Surrender? I don’t think I’ll allow that. Now, hurry up and get up here!"

"No... Holy Son, save me..."

Feng Qingyang’s face was a mask of terror as he looked to Lan Haichen.

Before Lan Haichen could respond, the Celestial Fate Daoist spoke again. "Feng Qingyang, ascend the battlefield at once!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I..."

With a bitter look, Feng Qingyang forced himself onto the Floating Battlefield. He turned to Beast Nine with a fawning smile. "Lord Beast Nine, I am willing to give you all of my Dragon of Fortune. Please, spare my life!"

"Sure, give me your Dragon of Fortune," Beast Nine grinned.

Feng Qingyang immediately transferred his Dragon of Fortune to Beast Nine.

However...

Just as he was sighing in relief, thinking his life was spared, a red light shot out from Beast Nine’s sleeve. It was a small, red snake. It caught Feng Qingyang completely by surprise, biting him directly on the neck. Feng Qingyang’s body went rigid. Filled with intense resentment and indignation, his body turned black and collapsed to the ground.

He was dead.

BANG—

The armrest of the Golden Throne Lan Haichen was sitting on exploded, shattered by his single, furious grip.

The great Celestial Alliance.

Its elites were wiped out, leaving him a general without an army. Lan Haichen felt as if every gaze fixed on him was filled with mockery.

It was like daggers in his back.

’Jiang Chen, this is all thanks to you. I will kill you. I will kill you...’

His gaze was venomous as he ground his teeth.

On the Floating Battlefield.

Beast Nine smiled at Jiang Chen. "Jiang Chen, it’s time to give me that Dragon of Fortune."

"I am a man of my word."

Jiang Chen nodded with a smile and flicked his finger.

A three-zhang Dragon of Fortune flew toward Beast Nine.

VWOOM—

The Dragon of Fortune above Beast Nine’s head surged, climbing to a total of sixteen zhang.

A brilliant smile bloomed on his face. He suddenly crooked a finger at Jiang Chen and said lightly, "Jiang Chen, since you only have a final three zhang of your Dragon of Fortune left, why not just give it all to me? I promise, if you hand over your three-zhang Dragon of Fortune, I can grant you the position of an Elder in my Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. With the protection of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, not even Lan Haichen will be able to touch you! What do you say?"

"I’d rather not," Jiang Chen said with a faint smile.

Beast Nine’s expression sank slightly. His eyes narrowed into slits as he sneered, "So you’d refuse a toast, only to be forced to drink a forfeit! It seems that just because you got lucky and found enough Cyan Radiance Stones to climb onto the Venerable List, you’ve become arrogant enough to think you can stand on equal footing with young Venerables like us. Since you won’t hand it over, I’ll just have to take it myself!"

After a pause, Beast Nine declared, "Jiang Chen, do you dare to fight me?"

"And why wouldn’t I?"

The smile on Jiang Chen’s face remained unchanged. He took a single step and instantly appeared on the Floating Battlefield. His gaze was like a torch, locked on Beast Nine, as he stated slowly, "To defeat you, I need only one finger."