Five hundred people, all of them experts from the Outer Sect.

Among them were many disciples who had been in the Saint Martial Sword Sect for nearly a decade. If they failed to become Inner Sect Disciples soon, they would be expelled.

Their talent was limited, and they had already reached their peak.

Improving any further would be extremely difficult!

To avoid being eliminated and expelled from the Saint Martial Sword Sect, they were willing to do whatever it took.

Evidently...

The Celestial Alliance’s Blood-colored Killing Order was exactly such a heaven-sent opportunity.

’If I can just kill this guy and complete the Blood-colored Killing Order, with the Celestial Alliance’s power, I’ll definitely be able to stay in the Saint Martial Sword Sect!’

’I don’t want to leave the Sword Sect! I have to kill Jiang Chen!’

’Before, I was regretting that I wasn’t strong enough and had no hope of killing Jiang Chen. I never thought he’d be courting death, tired of living, and dare to challenge five hundred of us experts alone. This is a god-given chance, I can’t miss it!’

’It all comes down to this!’

All five hundred of them had utterly crazed expressions on their faces.

Their awe-inspiring killing intent materialized into a tangible Evil Qi that hung over their heads. Five hundred pairs of ice-cold eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Chen.

This scene attracted the attention of the experts surrounding the other ninety-nine Blood Battle Arenas.

Seeing Jiang Chen surrounded by a full five hundred people on Blood Battle Arena number thirty-two, the assembled experts couldn’t help but gasp in shock and awe.

"Damn, has Jiang Chen lost his mind? One against five hundred?"

"That’s too arrogant. It’s beyond arrogant, it’s madness! Does he really think he’s invincible?"

"How long do you think he can last?"

"He’ll be defeated within the time it takes an incense stick to burn!"

"Maybe only half an incense stick..."

Blood Battle Arena number one.

Li Yunlong, who had just claimed another victory, glanced at Blood Battle Arena thirty-two, a cold glint in his eyes. He curled his lip. ’I thought he might be a decent opponent, someone to help me warm up, but I didn’t expect him to be a brainless idiot. One against five hundred isn’t simple addition. If five hundred people attacked at once, even I might not be guaranteed a win. And he thinks he can? Jiang Chen? He’s just digging his own grave!’

On arena number five, a complex expression appeared in Lin Feifei’s eyes as she gently shook her head. ’Jiang Chen, oh, Jiang Chen, you really don’t know when to advance and when to retreat. One against five hundred? How could you even think of such a thing!’

Below Blood Battle Arena number nine, within the crowd, a beautiful young woman in a white dress frowned slightly. She looked at the young man who faced five hundred people without a trace of fear and gave a wry smile. ’Your temper hasn’t changed one bit! But... doing this means you’ve completely and utterly broken ties with the Celestial Alliance...’

Luo Qing sent an opponent flying with a palm strike and looked toward arena thirty-two, a stunned expression on his face.

He then shook his head slightly and chuckled. ’No wonder he publicly crippled Luo Hao and Luo Rui and killed Luo Cheng and the others. This guy’s arrogance truly knows no bounds. I wanted to be the one to kill you myself, but it seems you’re going to die by your own arrogance. What a pity.’

Even on the high platform, the Elder Level experts were all shaking their heads.

No one believed Jiang Chen could possibly win against five hundred people at once.

Third Elder Zong Han sneered and shook his head, his expression filled with disdain. "This kid is far too conceited."

"Perhaps he has something to rely on. Who knows, he might just create a miracle," the Tower Guardian Elder said lightly, stroking his white beard.

"Create a miracle? You mean to say he’ll win?"

Zong Han froze for a moment, then curled his lip and sneered, "If he can win, I, this Elder, will eat this table!"

In front of him sat a stone table carved from Cyan Gang Rock.

His fingers tapped against it, making a PENG PENG sound.

The Tower Guardian Elder glanced at Zong Han and smiled. "Then let’s wait and see!"

...

On Blood Battle Arena number thirty-two.

Jiang Chen raised his right hand, palm up, and beckoned to the five hundred murderous Celestial Alliance experts before him. "Are you coming all at once? Or one by one?" he asked nonchalantly. "Oh, that’s right. You guys aren’t going to surrender later, are you? Five hundred of you ganging up on me... if you surrender in the end, you’ll probably never be able to hold your heads high in the Saint Martial Sword Sect again, right?"

"Damn it, this bastard is too arrogant!"

"Surrender? The five hundred of us could drown you with a single spit each! The one who should be thinking about surrendering is you!"

"Don’t you dare surrender later!"

The five hundred men cursed and swore.

A cunning, cold smile touched Jiang Chen’s lips. "So you’re saying you’re certain you won’t surrender?"

"Of course!"

"Referee! Later, no matter how ruthless we get, don’t accept anyone’s surrender!"

The men shouted in unison.

They were worried that Jiang Chen would see the situation turning against him and choose to surrender. If that happened, they wouldn’t be able to complete the Blood-colored Killing Order.

The referee frowned and glanced at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi nodded and said flatly, "My Celestial Alliance members will naturally not surrender. However, I hope you can enforce the rules impartially. Since my men won’t surrender, you shouldn’t accept anyone else’s surrender either!" As he spoke, he shot a cold glance at Jiang Chen.

Zhong Yi was clearly thinking the same thing, terrified that Jiang Chen would surrender midway.

The referee nodded and said, "Since neither side has any objections, then in this battle, neither side will be allowed to surrender."

The referee swept a frigid gaze over Jiang Chen, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

Clearly...

He thought the same as everyone else: there was no way Jiang Chen could possibly win against five hundred men.

The smile on Jiang Chen’s face grew even wider.

The Celestial Alliance members were worried he would surrender and flee, but wasn’t Jiang Chen just as worried that they would surrender? That was why he’d goaded them and cut off their path of retreat.

This was a blatant, open conspiracy!

Jiang Chen’s eyes slowly narrowed into slits, and from his pupils, two piercing, cold glints shot out, revealing a bloodthirsty killing intent.

In his eyes, these five hundred men were already five hundred cold corpses.

SWOOSH!

The sound of something slicing through the air rang out as Jiang Chen shot forward like a bolt of lightning. "In that case, let’s begin!"

"Kill him!"

"Waste that bastard!"

The five hundred men swarmed forward.

Every one of these five hundred men was an expert at the True Martial Realm or above. Among them were even veteran disciples at the Eighth and Ninth Stages of the True Martial Realm.

Brilliant, multicolored True Essence Light flooded the entire Blood Battle Arena.

"Divine Demon Tyrant Body!"

Jiang Chen let out a low roar. A faint golden light enveloped him, and his entire body became incomparably hard, rivaling an Advanced Profound Tier Weapon. Terrifying waves of True Essence erupted from within him, the True Essence Power whipping up a gale that howled around his body.

The terrifying attacks landed on his body one after another.

Sharp weapons hacked down upon him as well.

Sparks flew everywhere, making Jiang Chen look like a giant made of fireworks, engulfed in the terrifying True Essence impacts.

"Is he dead?"

"With so many attacks, even a Heavenly Destiny Realm expert would die if they tried to tank that head-on!"

However, when the True Essence Light faded, the weapons were withdrawn, and the terrifying Energy Storm from the explosions dissipated, expressions of utter shock and disbelief appeared on everyone’s faces.

Jiang Chen stood there, bathed in a pulsating golden light, like a Golden Armor War God, completely unscathed!

In his hand, a cyan longsword pulsed with a sharp edge. The corner of his mouth lifted, and like a Demon God, he uttered two cold words...

"My turn!"