Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 812 - 811: We Concede

"Ahem, uh... Brother Liuyun, let me explain..."

Hong Chen’s face turned beet red. He cleared his throat a few times, utterly embarrassed.

"Explain my ass! Get down here! I’m gonna choke you to death today!" Liuyun roared furiously.

"I didn’t do it on purpose..."

Hong Chen, clearly afraid Liuyun might actually strangle him, stayed put and didn’t dare step closer.

"Come, come, come—get over here. I won’t choke you." Liuyun took a deep breath and waved him forward.

"Really?" A glimmer of hope appeared on Hong Chen’s face.

"Really."

Liuyun nodded, then immediately added, "I’ll beat the crap out of you instead!"

"Don’t be so angry..."

Hong Chen inched forward cautiously, each step slower than the last, as an immense sense of danger crept over him.

"Brother Liuyun, we already agreed before, right? A gentleman resolves things with words, not fists. You know... I think you’re so dashing, suave, charming—beloved by all, flowers bloom when they see you—it’s obvious you’re not the type to resort to violence so easily, wouldn’t you say? And besides, with so many people watching, if you really kill me, my sister will definitely come demanding an explanation."

"Just get over here already!"

As Hong Chen got closer, Liuyun lunged forward, his hands shooting out like a fierce ghost to grab Hong Chen’s neck directly.

"Ack! Ack!"

Hong Chen started coughing violently. This time, it wasn’t just a dry cough—he was choking for real.

"Your damn luck—is this because you didn’t wash your hands after taking a dump? If I were the one drawing lots, I’d definitely avoid this round of fighting! While our Phoenix Sect isn’t afraid of the competition, getting a bye round is always better, isn’t it? I’m betting you’re a traitor—you deliberately handed over the chance to skip this round!" Liuyun yelled furiously.

Hong Chen’s eyes widened as he tried to defend himself, but with Liuyun’s death-grip on his neck, all he could do was cough.

"Enough."

Su Han glanced at the two and said flatly, "Cut it out. The lot-drawing to decide our opponent is coming up; you’d better be ready. Any group that’s made it this far isn’t gonna be easy to deal with."

"Hmph!"

Liuyun snorted and tossed Hong Chen aside with one swift motion.

Hong Chen rolled his eyes dramatically, muttering, "It’s just a missed lot... You only got lucky, that’s all. Acting like that kind of luck’s gonna stick to you forever..."

"What did you say?" Liuyun’s brows shot up immediately in anger.

Hong Chen quickly grinned sheepishly. "Nothing! Hehe, nothing at all."

In truth, it was clear to everyone they were only joking around. Hong Chen wasn’t afraid of Liuyun, and Liuyun wouldn’t actually harm Hong Chen. Hong Chen’s deferential tone was simply due to guilt; after failing to secure this round’s free matchup, he naturally showed more humility—especially since Liuyun had successfully drawn a bye once before, a feat far less likely back then than this time around.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

Eastern Ancestor’s voice rang out again: "Since the Sect of the Battle God drew the bye this round, the remaining six factions will proceed according to the lot-drawing rules to determine their opponents."

Only three factions participated in the lot-drawing this time—neither the Phoenix Sect nor the Sect of the Battle God. The participants were the Xuanyuan Clan, One Slash Palace, and Dragon Martial Trading House.

Soon, the results were announced:

Dragon Martial Trading House VS Demon Domain.

One Slash Palace VS Holy Spirit Palace.

Xuanyuan Family VS Phoenix Sect!

"So that’s how it ended up? Looks like we can already predict the top four teams!"

"Haha, lucky for me, I placed bets on the Xuanyuan Clan. As the oldest and most mysterious family in history, they’re bound to have some incredibly powerful tricks up their sleeves."

"What a shame One Slash Palace matched up with Holy Spirit Palace—and on top of that, Demon Domain! Any of those groups could’ve made the top three, but now they’re squaring off already."

"One Slash Palace is strong, yes, but Holy Spirit Palace has been around for ages, with notoriously uncanny methods. It’s said they even have ways to resurrect themselves. Defeating them won’t be easy for One Slash Palace."

"If you ask me, the final rankings will look like this: One Slash Palace first, Demon Domain second, Sect of the Battle God third, Phoenix Sect fourth, Holy Spirit Palace fifth, Xuanyuan Family sixth, Dragon Martial Trading House seventh."

"Phoenix Sect fourth? You think they can beat Xuanyuan Family?"

"Are you blind or what? Didn’t you see how terrifying Su Baliu was before? He even killed Wang Family Mo Ancestor—a late Pseudo-Emperor Realm peak powerhouse! Just him alone could sway the outcome of this battle."

"If that’s true, then not even One Slash Palace or Demon Domain would necessarily stand a chance against him."

"It might look that way on the surface, but come on—these Super Sects all have countless methods up their sleeves. Who knows how strong they truly are?"

"Exactly, especially One Slash Palace. Every fight they’ve had has been decided by a single strike—just one devastating move that sweeps away everything in its path. It’s almost like they don’t have any hidden tricks, as if every attack is already at full power."

"It might appear that way, but who’d believe it? Even someone foolish knows to hold back a trump card or two, especially them."

...

Voices buzzed with heated debates, and everyone voiced their predictions for the rankings to come.

In the minds of many, the Phoenix Sect’s status had visibly risen, largely thanks to Su Han. His fearsome prowess left an indelible impression on all who had witnessed it.

"The Xuanyuan Family, huh?"

Su Han squinted slightly at the nearby group, a faint smile playing on his lips. "So, sooner or later, it comes down to this."

"The quarterfinals begin now!" Eastern Ancestor’s voice declared.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

As his words fell, the shimmering radiance upon the elevated platforms dissolved layer by layer, leaving only three arenas standing.

The Phoenix Sect’s match against the Xuanyuan Family was set to take place on Arena Three.

"Let’s go."

Su Han stepped forward, his figure soaring into the air before landing firmly atop the arena.

Members of the Phoenix Sect followed closely, their energy surging, Dragon Power shimmering around them, their unstoppable aura erupting outward.

As they all took their positions on the stage, their gazes turned toward the Xuanyuan Family.

What they saw left them momentarily stunned.

The Xuanyuan Family’s force of one thousand stood absolutely still, showing no intention of initiating combat.

Only an elderly figure in the lead stepped forward, expression contemplative, and landed lightly upon the stage.

"I am Xuanyuan Qiong. Greetings, Sect Master Su." The old man cupped his hands respectfully, looking unusually polite.

Su Han’s brows furrowed; within the elder’s demeanor, he detected not only politeness but also an unmistakable hint of... deference.

This moment left onlookers puzzled, as nobody quite understood what the Xuanyuan Family was playing at.

"You’re fighting alone against us?" Su Han asked.

Xuanyuan Qiong chuckled lightly and shook his head. "No, we will not fight. We concede."