Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 757 - 584

Afterward, under Lin Feng’s gaze, the person wielding the black longsword acted.

A flick of the longsword sent out surges of demonic Qi, as the terrifying will of the Demon Path swept through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Blood-red sword light shattered heaven and earth, destroying the firmament. Under this sword strike, everything before it was annihilated.

Swoosh!

At that moment, Lin Feng’s consciousness abruptly withdrew from this space.

Exhale!

Lin Feng took a long breath, his face already covered with sweat, and the blood color in his eyes gradually receded.

"What a terrifying person!" Lin Feng felt lingering fear. This person was the most horrifying he had ever seen, without compare.

The boundless will of the Demon Path, that invincible Sword Power, was simply formidable to an indescribable extent.

After a short while, Lin Feng managed to stabilize his mental state a bit and turned to look at Li Feng and Hong Qingxuan, only to see that both of them were almost the same as him, with pale faces and foreheads covered in sweat.

It seemed they also witnessed the same shocking scene as he did.

"This person must be the Sword Demon, Dugu Shang!"

Lin Feng thought to himself. However, what connection did this scene have with the Evil Land? And what secrets could there be?

Lin Feng pondered for a moment but couldn’t figure it out, then shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

For now, earning Spirit Stones was more important for him. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Qingxuan, Li Feng, let’s go!" Lin Feng said to Hong Qingxuan and the rest.

They nodded and then the three of them headed towards the Death Prison Fighting Arena together.

"Entering the Death Prison Fighting Arena costs one thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones per person!"

At the entrance to the Prisoner Fighting Arena, four guards were stationed, and all who entered had to pay Spirit Stones.

Lin Feng paid three thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones, and then the three strode into the Prisoner Fighting Arena.

The Death Prison Fighting Arena, compared to the typical Martial Arts Arenas Lin Feng had seen, was no different, but it was grander and more imposing.

The audience sat in circular stands that rose up to hundreds of layers, with countless Martial Artists seated atop them.

"Come on!"

"Kill him!"

"Haha! I’ve won!"

The entire Prisoner Fighting Arena was full of thunderous noise, with numerous Martial Artists shouting loudly, many with faces full of madness.

Everyone in the stands had a bird’s-eye view of the center, where there was a Battle Platform not very tall but a thousand zhang in circumference.

This thousand zhang Battle Platform was enveloped by a massive Array Formation Shield, and on the platform, two people were engaged in a life-and-death struggle.

One was a stern-looking young man, and the other was a gaunt middle-aged man, both with Cultivation at the Peak of the Ninth Layer Earth Martial Master Realm.

At this moment, the two fought crazily, but the young man’s strength was clearly more formidable, completely suppressing the middle-aged man.

Before long, the young man utterly obliterated the middle-aged man, blood splattering the Battle Platform.

"Ha ha!"

The young man killed his opponent and immediately burst into laughter, his face brimming with arrogance.

"Oh!"

"Wang Xiao is mighty!"

"Haha, I made twenty thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones on this bet!"

All around the stands, countless Martial Artists burst into applause, the entire Prisoner Fighting Arena in uproar.

These people had all placed their bets, wagering on the victory of the young man, and they had won their bets.

Of course, aside from those cheering loudly, there was also a large number of people who had lost their bets, seething with anger.

"Damn it, how useless!"

"Defeated within ten moves, an utter waste, causing me to lose thirty thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones on him!"

"Bad luck, I can’t lose again next time, or I’ll have to go out and rob!"

Lin Feng looked at the scenes in the Prisoner Fighting Arena and couldn’t help but be secretly stunned; the Prisoner Fighting Arena was not only bloody in its battles, the spectators were also insanely fervent in gambling.

At the entrance to the stands, there was a notice board erected, and Lin Feng and his two companions walked over to carefully examine it.

This notice board listed all the rules of the Death Prison Fighting Arena.

Those who entered the arena for the death fight were rewarded handsomely, and the higher the Cultivation Realm, the more generous the rewards.

For instance, a Heavenly Martial Master of the First Layer like Lin Feng, for winning one fight, would be rewarded fifty thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones, for two victories, an additional hundred thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones, and for three victories, an additional two hundred thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones, doubling with each subsequent win.

Of course, there were limitations on the opponents as well, the first fight would be an even match, and with each additional fight, a challenger must fight an opponent one Cultivation Layer higher.

And for those betting, they couldn’t wager at will; the highest betting amount for Heavenly Martial Master Realm fights was limited to a hundred thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones.

This rule was in place to prevent powerhouses from using it as a means to amass wealth. The higher-ups of the Death Prison Fighting Arena were not fools; they knew that some geniuses had extraordinary combat capabilities. If they were allowed to bet at will, the Prisoner Fighting Arena would go broke.

For example, for a talent like Lin Feng, if he participated in the death fights, a winning outcome at his level was practically guaranteed. If he could bet freely, just placing a ten billion Upper Grade Spirit Stone wager would bankrupt the Prisoner Fighting Arena.

After a short time, Lin Feng finished reading the rules of the Prisoner Fighting Arena and went with Hong Qingxuan to a pagoda on the edge of the arena.

That pagoda served as the management center of the Prisoner Fighting Arena, where one would have to obtain a betting token to participate in wagering.

These rules were all stated on the notice board.

Soon, Lin Feng and his companions each received a black iron plate the size of a palm, also paying three thousand Upper Grade Spirit Stones.

This Death Prison Fighting Arena really knew how to make money, demanding Spirit Stones for entry and requiring the same for placing bets.

Looking at the black iron plate in his hand, Lin Feng’s eyes showed a surprised expression. This method of betting used by the Death Prison Fighting Arena was quite unique.

To place a bet, one only needed to leave the amount on the betting iron plate with their mind, and regardless of win or loss, all details would be accurately recorded inside the iron plate.