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After Liu Meiniang's defeat, the Beastmaster Sect's leader, Shan Qing, strutted onto the ring with a haughty air. He held his head high, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain. With his hands on his hips, he declared in a haughty tone, "Mo Shang, today I'll show you the might of my Beastmaster Sect. Watch how I'll beat you to a pulp and show you that in front of me, you're nothing but a tiny ant!"

Shan Qing shouted, "Mo Shang, today I'll show you the might of my Beast Taming Sect!" With a wave of his hands, two mighty spirit beasts instantly appeared on the stage. One was a sleek white tiger with sharp claws and fangs. Its white fur gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its eyes revealing ferocity and brutality. The other was a giant bear with immense strength and thick skin. Standing tall, it resembled a small mountain, its massive paws seemingly capable of crushing anything.

The white tiger launched the first attack. Its form flashed like a streak of white lightning, instantly pouncing on Mo Shang. Mo Shang dodged nimbly, its claws leaving deep marks on the ground and sending shards of stone flying. The giant bear took heavy steps, each stride causing the arena to tremble slightly. It swung its massive paws, creating a whirring sound with a force that seemed to split mountains and crack rock. Mo Shang nimbly leaped and dodged between the two, his gaze calmly searching for an opportunity to strike back.

After a fierce clash, Shan Qing found the two spirit beasts unable to subdue Mo Shang. His eyes widened with anger, and he roared in frustration, "Mo Shang, don't get complacent! This is just the appetizer! I want to see how long you can hold out!" He waved his hand again, sending out two more spirit beasts. One was a swift spirit deer, graceful and swift as its hooves whizzed by, circling Mo Shang, attempting to distract him. The other was a poisonous lizard capable of spitting poisonous mist. Its dark green scales shone with an eerie glow, and the poisonous mist from its mouth quickly spread, shrouding the entire arena in a hazy green.

Mo Shang had to hold his breath to withstand the onslaught of the poisonous mist. The spirit deer seized the opportunity to attack from behind, its sharp antlers thrusting straight at him. Mo Shang reacted quickly, spinning and kicking the spirit deer away. But then, the white tiger and giant bear followed suit, putting Mo Shang in an even more difficult position. His clothes were ripped by the spirit beasts' attacks, and strands of his hair were blown away by the wind.

Yet, Mo Shang remained composed, his eyes steady and calm, without a trace of panic. He seized the opportunity, and with lightning speed, he charged at the white tiger, unleashing a fierce set of punches. His punches whirred like the wind, striking the white tiger's vital points. The white tiger dodged nimbly, but was still struck several times by Mo Shang's fierce punches, leaving several visible scars on its body. The wounded white tiger roared in frustration and retreated to the side.

Mo Shang then turned to confront the two-headed dragon. His figure was as elusive as a ghost, dodging the flames while closing in on them. His speed was so fast it was hard to see, and he attacked the two-headed dragon's head with incredible speed. The two-headed dragon roared in pain, and both heads simultaneously erupted with even more intense flames. Its wings flapped, stirring up gusts of wind, and its attacks became increasingly frantic.

At that moment, the mammoth, like a moving mountain, thrust its massive legs forward, charging straight at Mo Shang. Its massive tusks flashed with a cold gleam, and every step shook the ground. Mo Shang dodged the mammoth's charge. But the giant python, slithering along the ground, swiftly attacked Mo Shang's legs, attempting to entangle him. The shadow wolf, lurking in the shadows, periodically pounced on Mo Shang, its sharp claws leaving faint bloody marks on his back.

Mo Shang seemed a little overwhelmed under the siege of eight spirit beasts, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his eyes remained firm and he showed no intention of retreating.

Shan Qing laughed triumphantly, his voice extremely arrogant: "Mo Shang, you are dead now! In front of the powerful strength of my Beast Taming Sect, you can only kneel down and beg for mercy! I wonder how long you can hold on!"

Mo Shang frowned, thinking to himself, "I can't go on like this. I have to find a way to defeat them one by one."

He took a deep breath, adjusted his internal energy, and once again, seizing the right moment, he charged at White Tiger like an arrow from a bow. This time, his punches were even more powerful, each one carrying an overwhelming force. Although White Tiger struggled mightily, he was ultimately succumbed to Mo Shang's powerful attack and collapsed to the ground.

Mo Shang then turned to confront the two-headed dragon. His form was like a ghost, moving effortlessly through the flames and raging wind. He deftly dodged the dragon's attacks, closing in on its head and striking it repeatedly at breakneck speed. The dragon's head was dazed, and it eventually lost its balance and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the mammoth and the giant python attacked again, forcing Mo Shang to distract himself. He dodged the mammoth's attack and simultaneously reached out to grab the giant python by the waist. With a powerful swing, he flung it far away.

After a fierce battle, Mo Shang gradually discovered the attack patterns of the spirit beasts. He began to attack proactively, each move imbued with powerful internal energy. His figure shuttled between the spirit beasts like an elusive phantom.

However, these spirit beasts had thick skin and strong muscles, and they cooperated well under Shan Qing's command, so Mo Shang always found it difficult to gain a decisive advantage.

In a moment of evasion, Mo Shang was hit by the mammoth's trunk, and he flew several feet away like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned pale.

Shan Qing thought he had won, and shouted even more arrogantly, "Mo Shang, just wait for your death! Today is your end! No one can escape the siege of my Beastmaster Sect!"

Mo Shang slowly got up from the ground. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became more determined, as if burning with flames.

"It's time to use some trump cards." Mo Shang thought to himself.

He formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and a powerful aura burst out from his body. His speed instantly increased to the extreme, and his figure became blurred, as if he had teleported.

Mo Shang charged at the spirit beasts once more, his attacks becoming more swift and precise. Each blow carried immense force, making it difficult for the spirit beasts to resist. His fists rained down on the spirit beasts, emitting a dull thud.

Finally, under Mo Shang's fierce attack, several spirit beasts were injured and fell to the ground, groaning in pain, and lost their ability to fight.

Seeing this, Shan Qing's face turned extremely ugly, cold sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with panic.

Mo Shang took advantage of the situation and attacked Shan Qing. Shan Qing responded in panic, but was repelled by Mo Shang's attack. He retreated repeatedly and almost fell to the ground.

Mo Shang stood steadily in the center of the arena, his clothes ragged but still full of vigor, and said, "Shan Qing, you lose."

Although Mo Shang won the victory, he also consumed a lot of internal energy and his breath was slightly disordered, but he still retained most of his strength and was ready for the subsequent battle.

Everyone in the audience was shocked. The intensity of this battle was far beyond their imagination.

"This Mo Shang has already defeated four people at once. Could it be that he can really defeat six at once?" An elder from a small sect nearby looked at his companion in surprise and said.

Another elder twirled his beard with a calm expression, "Don't forget who the remaining two are. I think they can easily defeat four people at once. Look, the real show has just begun!"

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