System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

"Wow—"

As the old man in black robes left the arena, the cultivators on the first and second floors also joined the betting.

Young Master Yulou glanced contemptuously at the black-robed elder sent down by his mortal enemy, and sneered in a low voice, "You made me lose face at the previous treasure competition, and this time I'll make you pay for it!"

He then looked at the still-standing bull in the crowd and shouted, "Kill him!"

"Yes, Master!" Although the bull was extremely unwilling, he was bound by the master-servant contract. Unless he wanted to be destroyed, he had to do as his master ordered.

At this moment, the testing stone tablet next to it lit up, and the person in charge of the testing announced: "The cultivator sent by Young Master Xiaolou is a Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator at the peak of his cultivation!"

As the protective array re-emerged, the alluring fox-like man immediately shouted, "The duel begins!"

"The black-robed elder I carefully selected cultivates a strange path, and his main means of combat is poison, extremely poisonous."

Hearing this, Chen Xuan nodded slightly: "That raging bull is incredibly strong, far surpassing any cultivator of the same level. Sending an opponent skilled in movement techniques and poisons would be a perfect way to use their strengths against the enemy's weaknesses. However, cultivators have many methods. In the last battle, this fire python raging bull didn't even use its preferred weapon, nor did it reveal its true form, which clearly indicates its formidable strength."

The fox fairy nodded in agreement, saying, "It is said that the Fire Python and the Wild Bull clan are naturally affinity-to-fire, and also possess astonishing defensive capabilities. I wonder what this Wild Bull's background is like?"

Qing Tian Xiao Lou held his wine cup, staring intently at the protective array slowly rising below the arena. He then turned and coldly looked at the remaining two servants, saying, "Observe the battle carefully. If this battle turns against you, you must respond by observing the methods the opponent reveals."

"Yes, Master."

"Ah."

One boy appeared quite immature, while the other, a cold and stern woman, was very calm and composed. She then focused her attention on the battle unfolding below.

As the protective array's light barrier slowly rose below, enveloping the entire arena, the two opposing sides immediately took action.

"Monster, die!"

The old man in black robes knew that his opponent's bloodline was powerful and could not be defeated by force. He could only rely on his advantages to maneuver and then use his own skills to wear his opponent down.

"Wow—"

With a low roar from the old man, wisps of afterimages began to swirl around him. The afterimages split into 28 separate figures, each exuding the aura of the black-robed old man, making it impossible for the bull to distinguish which one was real.

However, he did not rush to attack. Instead, divine power began to emerge around him, and a pair of meteorite iron gloves appeared in his hands. Finally, he took out his divine weapon to fight the enemy.

"go to hell!"

The black-robed elder's 28 illusory figures presented a feint attack. Each figure possessed a ferocious claw in its right hand, the claw even radiating multicolored light. This light was not divine power or brilliance, but rather the radiance formed by the fusion of various potent poisons.

"Roar!"

Seeing more than twenty black-robed elders charging towards him, the bull moved swiftly, repeatedly wielding his fists that emitted bursts of flame.

"Bang bang bang-"

A series of explosions rang out in the arena, each explosion representing the destruction of one of the black-robed elder's eerie clones.

"There is a flaw!"

The main body concealed itself among 28 clones, attacking together. Finally, after losing the 23rd clone, it found an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

The black-robed elder sneered and immediately unleashed his full power, transforming into a streak of black light that charged directly at the bull's back. Then, his multicolored claws slashed viciously across the bull's muscular back, creating a gruesome wound from which thick, sticky blood gushed. The wound then turned black, and within a short time, the blood gushing from it was black and foul-smelling.

It is evident how terrifying the multicolored venom on the black-robed old man's claws was.

"Wait to die!"