At the Holy Alliance Branch, many Martial Saints come and go.
But almost no one stands on the arena.
The arena has practically become a mere decoration.
Everyone is here in the Divine Domain to obtain Divine Fragments, not to fight to the death. Why bother creating conflicts with other Martial Saints, even escalating it to the arena?
Itâs not worth it!
However, when Lu Changsheng and the other person walked straight onto the arena, they quickly attracted the attention of many Martial Saints.
"Someoneâs on the arena?"
"Who is it?"
"One of them is an unfamiliar Martial Saint, never seen before. The other looks like Saint Yang Mao."
"So itâs Yang Mao Martial Saint. But hasnât he always been selling information about the Divine? He never leaves the Holy Alliance Branch, so why would he hold a grudge against someone, let alone escalate it to the arena?"
"It may not necessarily be a grudge. Perhaps theyâre just sparring?"
Many people began discussing among themselves.
Besides resolving disputes, the arena is used more often for sparring between Martial Saints.
But whether itâs sparring or a fight to the death, a battle between two Martial Saints invariably draws considerable attention.
Below the arena, many Martial Saints quickly gathered.
Lu Changsheng glanced around but remained indifferent.
"Friend Yang, since itâs sparring, how about we decide the victor in one move?"
Lu Changsheng said.
"Agreed."
"I hope Brother Lu will go all out and show me the strength required to hunt True Gods alone. If not, I might not deem you worthy, and thereâd be no point to our transaction."
Lu Changsheng nodded.
"Brother Lu will certainly leave Friend Yang satisfied."
As for going all out?
Lu Changsheng naturally wouldnât go all out.
Should he truly go all out, Yang Mao might not withstand even one strike.
He might die instantly.
"Boom."
Before the words settled, Yang Mao acted without hesitation.
He directly unleashed his Sacred Body.
"Itâs a Thunder Attribute Sacred Body, with a presence akin to Heavenly Thunder trailing alongside its every moveâutterly domineering."
"Yang Mao has been so low-profile at the Holy Alliance Branch, never willing to team up to hunt Divine beings. I thought he was weak, but his strength turns out to be terrifying."
"Yang Mao truly is cautious. With such strength and a Sacred Body like this, encircling Divine beings would be a breeze for him."
Many people, witnessing Yang Maoâs first move, were instantly impressed.
Yang Maoâs Sacred Body and prowess seemed to exceed their expectations.
Such strength, in fact, could already be considered above average within the Holy Alliance Branch.
Yet Yang Mao was still so reserved, so cautious.
Lu Changsheng, too, felt slightly impressed.
Yang Maoâs strength was undeniably remarkable.
The thunder was incomparably violent.
Even though it didnât strike Lu Changsheng directly, it still gave him the sensation of being pricked all over.
It even carried a faint sense of intimidation.
The intimidation of Heavenly Thunder!
Yet Lu Changshengâs heart remained as calm as stagnant water.
"Buzz."
In the next instant, Lu Changsheng unleashed his Sacred Body.
The terrifying Chaos Sacred Body suddenly emerged from the voidâa hundred-zhang-tall Sacred Body dominating the void, exuding an unparalleled oppressive aura.
Even from far beneath the arena, the Martial Saints felt its terrifying might.
"This... What kind of Sacred Body is that?"
"Such an intimidating Sacred Body! I feel unbearably heavy, as though suffocating, even while standing below the arena."
"How can the aura of this Sacred Body possibly be so strong?"
Many were utterly shocked.
Simply from its presence, it was apparent to all that Lu Changshengâs Chaos Sacred Body was far from ordinary.
No one here recognized Lu Changsheng.
Naturally, they were unaware of his renown.
Lu Changshengâs hundred-zhang Sacred Body towered in the void before extending its hand and throwing a single punch.
"Boom."
With that punch, the void reverberated.
Three types of Infinite Divine Power, amplified hundreds of times, accompanied this punch.
Even the countless thunder strikes scattered amidst the skies vanished and dissolved under the impact of his punch.
Yang Mao felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom, as though teetering on the brink between life and death.
Although Lu Changshengâs Sacred Body punch hadnât yet landed on him, Yang Mao already saw the truth clearly.
He couldnât withstand that punch.
If he forcibly resisted, he would die!
"Stop!"
"Brother Lu, stop. I admit defeat."
Yang Mao decisively cried out.
"Hmm?"
"Admit defeat?"
Lu Changsheng halted his strike.
Before the punch landed, Yang Mao had already admitted defeat.
Yang Mao shook his head and said, "Brother Luâs strength is extraordinary. Sparring is no longer necessaryâI believe Brother Lu has the ability to hunt True Gods alone."
With such an overwhelming aura.
Even a single punch could obliterate him.
How could Yang Mao fail to recognize Lu Changshengâs terrifying power?
In fact, Lu Changshengâs might far surpassed his expectations.
As Yang Mao admitted defeat, the crowd of Martial Saints below the arena erupted in commotion.
Especially after hearing Yang Maoâs declaration that Lu Changsheng was capable of singlehandedly hunting True Gods, shock reverberated among them.
"What? Yang Mao admitted defeat just like that?"
"Yang Mao admitting defeat isnât surprising; heâs cautious by nature and wouldnât risk a life-and-death battle in the arena."
"Judging by that punch just now, Lu Martial Saint could probably have killed Yang Mao outright, couldnât he?"
"Where did such a terrifying Martial Saint come from? And from Yang Maoâs words, this Lu Martial Saint can hunt True Gods alone?"
"To hunt True Gods single-handedlyâitâs simply... unbelievable."
Though many Martial Saints were astounded, they trusted Yang Maoâs assertion.
Hunting True Gods alone.
There had been such Martial Saints in the Holy Alliance before.
But their numbers were exceedingly rare.
And now, it seemed that another Martial Saint capable of hunting True Gods on his own had appeared.