Chapter 342: Do You Want to Become a God?

Then, somehow, Tang San's right hand grabbed his right foot. With immense strength, Tang San swung the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint through the air and slammed him into the ground.

Another scream echoed in the distance, as if to accompany the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint's tragic moment. A member of the Unbeatable Squad had his shoulder sliced open by the Golden Wing Wind Splitting Slash. The battle on that side was already nearing its end.

The Lion-Tiger Sword Saint's body was solid, but a thought flashed through his mind as he slammed into the ground and left dizzy and disoriented.

Impossible! How did he just stop me from burning my life force?

There was something suspicious going on with this guy’s eyes

. And what was that ability that slowed me down? How could he just grab my foot?

If Tang San could hear his questions and was willing to explain, he would tell him that it was the Purple Demon Eyes combined with Time Freeze and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

The Lion-Tiger Sword Saint was indeed powerful, and it was precisely because of his strength that Tang San had to use many techniques. Although he didn't use all his abilities and whatever he did use was carefully concealed, he still had to put in serious effort.

To the spectators, it seemed like the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint had changed. Once so formidable, he was suddenly suppressed, unable to counterattack. Only the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint knew the truth of his suffering; his opponent was simply too strange.

Boom—

He was swung up again, like a sack, and heavily slammed into the ground.

The Lion-Tiger Sword Saint felt like he was being shattered into pieces, dizzy and unable to resist.

At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

—Do you want to become a god?

Boom—

He was slammed into the ground again.

—I can help you become a god.

Boom—

This time, he was swung and slammed to the left.

—Your problem is that the Lion-Tiger Beast bloodline isn’t truly fused, so you have no hope of becoming a god.

Boom—

—

You should be able to feel that I've used more than one bloodline power.

Boom—

—And I can help you fuse your bloodline powers.

Boom—

—I can make you stronger, make you a god.

Boom—

Each time he was slammed heavily onto the ground, the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint spat out a mouthful of blood. Every heavy blow caused him unbearable pain. Yet, that voice echoed clearly in his sea of consciousness.

—Submit to me, and I will help you.

Boom—

—Otherwise, die!

Boom!

Finally, Tang San stopped. After being continuously slammed into the ground, the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint lay there with at least a dozen broken bones. He was on the ground, coughing up large amounts of blood, severely injured.

The voice echoed again in his sea of consciousness. —

If you want to die, I'll fulfill that wish. If you want to live, just make a sound.

The Lion-Tiger Sword Saint opened his mouth. Of course, he didn't want to die. Despite having a hundred victories in the Great Beast Fighting Arena, despite his pursuit of strength and his relentless attacks against any opponent, he still didn't want to die!

But he couldn't make a sound. The pain was too intense, and his throat felt choked.

Tang San looked at him, murmuring regretfully, "You truly are a brave soul ready to face death. Then I'll fulfill your wish." He raised his hand as he spoke, and Sky Shatterer flew into his grasp.

The Lion-Tiger Sword Saint panicked.

I don't want to die. I never wanted to die!

Using all his strength, he finally, finally managed to squeeze out a sound.

"Meow—"

Tang San's mouth twitched. The Lion-Tiger Sword Saint was also stunned. At that moment, he felt like his blood had frozen inside him.

In front of tens of thousands of spectators, a generation's Sword Saint, a king of the Great Beast Fighting Arena, a mighty demon with the bloodline of two golden clans had actually, actually...

The Lion-Tiger Sword Saint closed his eyes; his head drooped, and he died. It was just a social death, but he really felt like

Tang San felt like he wanted to laugh. A little.

Why did he choose not to kill the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint? It was because his bloodline had significant research value, and the potential of the Lion-Tiger Golden Astral was higher than what he had just seen. If he could make the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint submit, Tang San would gain a powerful bloodline that might not be inferior to a first-tier bloodline and could be enhanced to the ninth order. This could replace the elephant demon imprint, which—although useful—was still comparatively weak. Or he could even replace the Wind Tiger Transformation imprint, which was becoming increasingly less effective.

Especially when facing strong opponents, the Wind Tiger Transformation was just not powerful enough. Tang San had to .

Moreover, he thought his companions' strength was somewhat lacking for their journey to the Ancestral Court, so having a mount wouldn't be bad either. As for how to subdue the embarrassed Lion-Tiger Sword Saint, judging by his will to survive, it might not be too difficult.

While the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint was severely injured and rendered unconscious by Tang San, the last member of the Unbeatable Squad was also killed. The severe injury of the Lion-Tiger Sword Saint had shattered its last shred of fighting spirit, and it died in despair.

At this moment, the entire Great Beast Fighting Arena was in chaos, and that chaos spread outside it as well. Yet in contrast with the curses of the spectators inside, a wave of cheers surrounded the arena!.

Yes, they already knew the final result. They knew it. The Shrek Squad had won their tenth match!

The deafening cheers were the release of all those feelings hidden deep inside humans’ hearts during countless years of oppression as slaves and vassals.

On the seats of honor, the faces of the high-ranking members of the demon clans were grim. Even the Aetherhorn Deer Demon King, the master of the Great Beast Fighting Arena, was no exception.

In fact, although he didn't want Tang San and his team to die, when a human team truly achieved ten consecutive victories in group battles and was about to receive a noble title, his heart was filled with complex emotions. This was an unprecedented glory for humans, but for the master of the Great Beast Fighting Arena, it was a humiliation.

The envoy from the Ancestral Court had already stood up, its face dark as it looked at the Shrek Squad members gathering and hugging each other on the battlefield.

It could clearly hear the cheers from outside the arena. Although, as part of the demon races, it had never believed humans could pose any real threat, at this moment, its displeasure was hard to suppress.

The envoy turned to the Aetherhorn Deer Demon King. "What's the deal with that human?"

The Aetherhorn Deer Demon King smiled wryly. "I don't know, I didn’t expect this either. He wasn't the captain before, and he didn't show any exceptional strength, yet..."

"You didn't expect this? Such a human shouldn't exist. Slaves can't have spiritual leaders, don't you understand?" the envoy said coldly.

The Aetherhorn Deer Demon King quickly bowed. "I understand, but the rules of the Great Beast Fighting Arena can't be arbitrarily broken."

The envoy waved its hand, cutting him off. "Then follow the rules of the Great Beast Fighting Arena. I don't care how you do it. If Kali City can't handle it, send them to the Ancestral Court. The Great Beast Fighting Arena of the Ancestral Court has even richer rewards. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." The Aetherhorn Deer Demon King immediately grasped the implication, sighing inwardly.

The Great Beast Fighting Arena of the Ancestral Court... that place...