As a villain, it's perfectly reasonable for me to have a few hundred million different identiti

A life-or-death duel?

The people of Han are determined not only to distinguish who is superior, but also to decide life and death.

In the future, Han Kingdom will be the number one ally under the Chosen One.

This known cancer must be eradicated as soon as possible!

Facing Lin Yu's expectant gaze.

Shuanghan wanted to refuse, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it.

Finally, she gritted her teeth, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll go!"

"I'm twenty-five years old this year, so I'm naturally as young as I can be!"

"It's perfectly justified to go to that damn life-or-death arena."

Shuanghan ruled over fourteen states for ten years, always holding a high position.

She has always faced top-tier figures from all the heavens and myriad realms.

Since becoming a Sword Saint at the age of fourteen, Shuang Han has hardly had any contact with people his age.

This time, if she hadn't seen the incredibly youthful Lin Yu, she really wouldn't have remembered her own age.

The moment he agreed to Lin Yu's request.

Deep within Shuanghan's heart, a small sense of joy unexpectedly rose.

A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Seeing this, Hua Zui suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm also twenty-five. Maybe I should go too."

I don't know why, but I just didn't want Shuanghan to steal the spotlight from Lin Yu.

Shuanghan glanced at Huazui and, with the air of a victor, uttered a nonsensical remark.

"Is that salty tofu pudding in Young Master Lin's bowl?"

Hua Zui: "..."

Lin Yu: "..."

Yue Qingying: "..."

At this moment, Yue Qingying was somewhat disheveled.

Are these two legendary figures, renowned throughout the world, really this carefree in private?

Last night, she was still a little reserved when facing Hua Zui.

Unexpectedly, the Flower Master also followed his master's example and transformed into a maidservant in the Duke's mansion.

This completely shocked Lin Yuan and Yue Qingying so much that their jaws dropped.

Now it seems that these two big shots...

They all seem to listen to their nephews.

Father, like son.

Yue Qingying couldn't help but look at Lin Yu with some suspicion.

……

In front of the main gate of Qiulan Palace is a huge square.

The day before yesterday, Lin Yu displayed his prowess here, revealing his talent for the first time.

And this moment.

A high platform has been erected on this small square at some unknown time.

It looks somewhat similar to the Heavenly Execution Platform.

It didn't have the dense arrays and restrictions on it; it was just an ordinary platform.

A young man who bore a resemblance to Park Sung-ki stood in the center of the high platform.

He wore a purple-gold robe and a half-face purple-gold mask.

more importantly……

In his hand, he also held a long, purple-gold spear!

Suddenly, the young man spoke, shouting sharply, "I am Park Joon-ki, the second-generation Champion Marquis personally appointed by the Emperor of the Great Han Empire!"

"On behalf of my Great Han Empire, I hereby issue a declaration of war to the human race!"

"I am ninety-seven years old this year. Any human youth under the age of one hundred, including that despicable and shameless imposter thief from before, may step onto this life-or-death arena and compete with me in a fight to the death!"

Under 100 years old.

Martial artists have long lifespans.

Looking across all the myriad realms, those under a hundred years old are indeed considered part of the younger generation.

As soon as the man finished speaking...

The crowd around the deathmatch stage erupted instantly.

Some people gritted their teeth and said, "What kind of trash are they? A bunch of fickle opportunists who keep changing their minds. They don't even deserve to be called 'Han'!"

The characters 翰 and 汉 are homophones!

The Han Dynasty ranked second among the eighteen dynasties of the human race!

Second only to the Qin Dynasty!

Unexpectedly, the mighty Han Dynasty was actually swindled by this group of clowns who were like fence-sitters.

Not only that, they even dared to slander the real champion as a thief.

Who is the real thief?

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone so shameless.

But this Park Joon-ki exudes an aura as imposing as a mountain.

Their cultivation at the Divine Realm was unleashed without any concealment.

Although the surrounding martial artists were seething with hatred, none of them dared to step onto the life-or-death arena.

Young martial artists under 100 years old!

Seventeen years ago, in that catastrophe, all the peerless geniuses of the younger generation of humankind perished on the land of China.

A massive fault line has appeared.

Even the Holy Emperor was seriously injured as a result.

Fortunately, twelve years ago, the Holy Dynasty's Prime Minister Zhuge An emerged out of nowhere.

The establishment of the Mountain and River Academy gradually ignited a spark of hope for humanity.

The mysterious realm of the Great Xia Dynasty is about to be revealed.

News of the Nine Dragon God Cauldrons reappearing in Qiulan Kingdom.

All the various human factions have sent young people here for training.

At this critical juncture, the people of Han Kingdom erected this arena for life and death, clearly intending to destroy the spark that humanity had just ignited.

"They were making such a racket on the Spirit Network, I thought the human race had really risen, but it turns out they're just a bunch of clamoring bastards!"

"A year ago, if my brother hadn't stepped in and broken through the Tower of Babel for your human race, you would probably have become slaves of the demons and barbarians long ago! How could you still be clashing with my Great Han Empire on the Spirit Network!"

Park Joon-ki's tone was contemptuous, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt as he looked around through his half-mask.

"I'm so mad, I'm so mad!"

Xuan Wuyi, the young prince of the Great Xuan Yan Prince's Mansion, blushed and gritted his teeth.

He was already holding that black spear, ready to fight Park Joon-ki to the death.

But a middle-aged man dressed in black fine clothes pulled him back.

"Don't go up there."

The middle-aged man said calmly, "The Han Kingdom has broken away from the demon race and is now preparing to return to the human race and become the nineteenth great dynasty of the human race."

"At this time, we should cultivate good relations with the Han people, rather than engage in conflict with them."

"Moreover, this Marquis of Champion is targeting Lin Yu, who is an enemy of my Prince Yan's Mansion."

This middle-aged man was none other than Xuan Wuxin and Xuan Wuyi's father, the Great Xuan Yan King, Xuan Boyuan.

Xuan Wuyi blushed, about to argue with his father.

Then Park Joon-ki spoke again.

"Since you clowns don't dare to come up, where's that imposter? Why didn't he come either?"

"That despicable and shameless scoundrel impersonated my brother and used underhanded means to murder him. Now that he knows I'm here, he's turned into a coward!"

"Humans are nothing special!"

hum-

He just finished speaking.

A sharp clang of a blade echoed through the heavens.

A faint white figure appeared on the high platform at some unknown time.

A faint white mist enveloped the frosty body.

Just like the day Ling Qiao first appeared in Qiu Languo.

"That's... the Sword God Frostbite!!"

"The Frostfire Master has actually stepped onto the deathmatch arena?"

"What's going on!"

The crowd below the stage immediately recognized this peerless swordsman.

For an instant.

An uproar erupted in front of the palace gates.

No one expected that Frostbite, the Sword God of the Fourteen Provinces, would actually step onto this life-or-death arena!

"Sword God!"

As soon as Frost appeared, a voice filled with rage and fear suddenly rang out.

"This is a life-or-death arena for the younger generation. Is the Sword God going to bully the weak with his superior strength?!"

The powerful figure from Han Kingdom behind Park Joon-ki felt a chill run down his spine.

He didn't expect that.

Instead of Lin Yu, they were greeted by this unconventional big shot!

And on the high platform.

Park Joon-ki, however, was trying to widen his eyes as he tried to see the figure opposite him clearly.

The top three beauties on the list of beauties of the heavens!

This was his first time facing the legendary God of Swords.

But no matter how hard Park Joon-ki tried, his gaze could not penetrate the layer of light and mist outside Frosty's body.

And in the very next instant.

Park Joon-ki finally realized something.

He staggered back more than ten steps, his eyes wide with terror, and cried out, "Sword, Sword God Senior! This is our arena..."

Shuanghan glanced at him indifferently.

Then he looked up at a certain place in the void.

He gave a cold laugh: "The old guy across from me is ninety-seven, and we're all from the younger generation."

"I'm in the prime of my life, how can I not be a young person?"

Park Joon-ki: "..."

Others around: "..."

That makes perfect sense, absolutely no argument against it!

Shuanghan ignored the powerful Han Kingdom expert hiding in the shadows.

She looked at Park Joon-ki: "Since you're challenging young people under 100 years old in the human race..."

"Human, young man."

"I happen to fit all of these criteria."

"let's start."

Park Joon-ki: "..."