Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

As he was speaking, after a huge explosion, smoke rose in the middle of the venue, gradually engulfing the entire platform.

At the same time, a group of spectators came to the auditorium of this high-end arena.

Witnessing the battle between a cultivator in the state of transformation and a transformed monster beast is extremely beneficial.

After the smoke in the arena cleared, Mo Shaoyang's spirit sword flipped out and directly inserted into the cracks between the stones of the arena.

The spirit snake suddenly flew into the air, calling excitedly, and gradually emerged from the fog, and its body was tightly wrapped around Mo Shaoyang.

"Shaoyang!" Mo Shaoyu shouted loudly.

"Enough, enough!" Jiang Tingwan realized the danger and said to Shen Zhui beside him, "We admit defeat, let him out!"

"He is the one who challenged me, so he should say so himself if he wants to admit defeat." Yu Hongluan said indifferently.

Mo Shaoyu looked at his brother who was almost suffocated in the field in panic, and said: "He was entangled by the neck, how can he speak? I am his brother, I will speak for him, he admits defeat!"

"It seems that you still don't understand the rules of the Colosseum."

Shen Zhui took two steps towards the venue, his expression as serious as a judge, "Once you enter the Colosseum, life and death will not matter. You can kill it, and it can also kill you. The spirit beast cannot speak, and there is no brother who will beg for mercy for it. If it loses, you will not let it go..."

"So, since the challenger hasn't admitted defeat, the fight should continue!"

Shen Zhui looked at the life and death situation in the field calmly and said these words impartially. He had seen too many such scenes.

"It's fair indeed!" Wen Bumian, who had been silent all this time, also stepped forward. With a gleam of light in his eyes, he looked at the man and the beast in the arena as if expressing admiration, "It seems that he is the only one who can fight for his own survival."

Jiang Tingwan's expression tensed, and she looked in panic at Mo Shaoyang who was being entangled by the spirit snake in the venue. She tried her best to tell him with her eyes that it was enough and it was time to quit.

But the tense long body gradually increased its strength, imprisoning him little by little, unable to move at all.

Mo Shaoyu beside him was so scared that he knelt on the ground, at a loss, "Shaoyang..."

Even Meng Ziyuan's heart was in his throat.

Just when Mo Shaoyang was completely sucked into the snake's body, the only part of his right hand that was exposed suddenly put two fingers together, and the sword inserted in the crevice of the stone sensed the call and pulled out from the crevice at a very fast speed. At lightning speed, it rushed straight to the snake's body and just inserted itself between the scales.

The sudden pain caused the Thunderous Sun-Eating Python to lose its strength. Mo Shaoyang took this opportunity, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he mobilized his spiritual power again, leaped behind the snake, and struggled to draw his sword.

The severe pain caused the Thunderous Sun-Eating Python to flee rapidly with the person on its back. Mo Shaoyang had just woken up from suffocation, and his head was still a little confused. He was fighting entirely relying on muscle memory.

Mo Shaoyu, who was sitting in the spectator booth, stood up again and asked Jiang Tingwan for help, "Uncle Master, Shaoyang is no match for that monster. Let's withdraw."

Jiang Tingwan saw the scars on Mo Shaoyang's body and the gradually mad monster, and nodded immediately, "Let him out!"

"Shao Yang! That's enough, quit now!"

But the person inside didn't react at all, so Jiang Tingwan could only ask, "Can't he hear it?"

That doesn't make sense. People in the spectator seats can hear the sounds inside, and the Thundering Sun-Eating Python can also change the celestial phenomena outside, so there's no reason why it would block out the sounds.

This problem was also quickly explained.

"It seems that this junior brother still wants to fight again." Shen Zhui said calmly.

When Jiang Tingwan heard this, he immediately turned around and shouted to Mo Shaoyang in the field: "Mo Shaoyang! It's OK, this monster has a high-level intelligence and knows how to hide its strength. You are not its opponent yet, come out!"

Jiang Tingwan's words fell, but the battle in the field did not stop. The Thundering Sun-Eating Python directly crashed into the mountain wall with Mo Shaoyang on its back, rubbing and squeezing it bit by bit.

The hard scales protected the Thunder Python and kept it intact. The only one who was actually injured was Mo Shaoyang. His clothes were torn into pieces by the friction. The hard scales rubbed against the mountain wall, creating sparks. The gradually rising temperature ignited Mo Shaoyang's clothes.

Mo Shaoyu was terrified and could only pat the barrier in front of him and shouted again, "Shaoyang! Come out quickly!"

The hard mountain wall was deformed little by little under collision, compression and friction. In an instant, dust flew up and broken rocks fell vertically into the abyss below.

Mo Shaoyang was once again submerged in the dust and fog. Jiang Tingwan then realized that this kid was determined to risk his life in order to test the strength of the monster after the dark clouds covered the sun.

Yellow light burst out from the dust and mist, and the shattered Mo Shaoyang was thrown far away, rolling all the way. While sliding, Mo Shaoyu had to insert the spirit sword into the ground to stabilize his body balance.

When I raised my head again, I saw the monster slowly emerging from the dust and fog, with green blood flowing from the wound on its back and down along the lines of its scales.

The pair of green snake eyes had turned red at this moment, filled with extreme anger.

The dark clouds in the sky kept rolling, making a faint roaring sound.

Jiang Tingwan saw the strange phenomenon in the sky and realized that Mo Shaoyang had reached his limit. He immediately stood on the edge of the viewing platform and shouted again in a red voice: "Mo Shaoyang! No need to try again. We already know that its power is thunder and lightning. Come back here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was thunder and lightning in the sky. Mo Shaoyang in the field raised his head and stared directly at the Thunder Sun-Eating Python opposite him. His eyes were sharp and firm. He knew that the attributes could not help Mu Yunzhong win with one blow. What was more important was its weaknesses and moves.

Seeing Mo Shaoyang rushing up again, Jiang Tingwan was so angry that he had a heart attack, "Can't this brat hear me?"

Mo Shaoyu saw his brother's determination and knew he couldn't stop him, so he knelt on the ground again, "Shaoyang..."

"Mo Shaoyang, do you want to die?" Meng Ziyuan was also worried about his safety, and rushed directly to the edge of the spectator seats, scolding him at the top of his voice.

"What kind of hero are you trying to be! You think you are invincible just because you have broken through the realm of transformation. You think you are so handsome by making wedding clothes for others! Mo Shaoyang, I am your senior brother, and I order you to come back now! Do you hear me?"

Meng Ziyuan said unpleasant words, but it made Mo Shaoyu's eyes moist.

But in the blink of an eye, thunder flashed in the sky continuously, striking Mo Shaoyang who was rushing forward one after another.

He tried his best to dodge the lightning attack and ran around the Thunder Sun-Eating Python. The monster also seemed to be dodging and kept facing Mo Shaoyang head-on.

Mu Yun finally noticed this, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the wound on the monster's back. Green blood kept flowing between the gaps between the scales, so that it was difficult to see how big the wound was caused by Mo Shaoyang's sword.

Lightning kept striking in the sky. Mo Shaoyang swung the magic sword in his hand while running, but was easily dodged by it.

The red snake eyes turned around and determined his next movement. After a brief pause, the lightning in the air all concentrated on striking one place.

Mo Shaoyang also suddenly stopped at that moment, and summoned the spirit sword in the air again with his two fingers.

Almost at the same time, Mo Shaoyang was hit by several thunders at the same time, and Mo Shaoyang's spirit sword turned back from the air and inserted into another gap in the scales of the Thunder Sun-Eating Python.

He inserted his spirit sword into the skin of the Thundering Sun-Eating Python twice in a row. The first time was a coincidence, and the second time was a certainty.

He found its weakness!

Mo Shaoyang almost fell down laughing and looked at Mu Yunzhong who was in the spectator seats.