Ao Min is quite powerful outside.

But here, everyone is a Spirit Gathering Realm expert, so his strength isn’t considered formidable.

He can barely be considered above average.

Many come to participate in the God Dragon Trial hoping for a stroke of luck, maybe facing opponents who aren’t too strong.

After all, there are fifteen slots; squeezing in isn’t out of the question.

"This king understands, don’t worry. If I encounter an invincible opponent, I’ll concede promptly." Ao Min nodded with a smile, accepting the suggestion.

Hmm.

Chen Yang didn’t say much more, silently waiting for the arena battles to commence.

They waited for about half an hour.

Dong dong dong...

The grand bell of the Dragon God Sect sounded once more.

This heralded the official commencement of the Divine Dragon Assembly.

As the assembly began over there, the arena battles commenced at the same time here.

An old man with an immortal demeanor, stepping on auspicious clouds and with a face full of white whiskers, flew over and landed in the central area.

Surrounding him were fifteen arenas.

"Fellow Daoists, Divine Dragon Mountain is honored to have you here; the Dragon God Sect is exceptionally grateful..." As the elder appeared, he first made a round of courteous remarks.

It was pleasant to the ear.

However, it wasn’t important and didn’t capture too much attention.

After those pleasantries, the elder began talking about the essential matters.

His name is Mo Jun.

He’s the Precept Elder of the Dragon God Sect.

And also today’s referee and host.

All matches will be conducted under his supervision.

Additionally, he introduced the rules for the arenas.

First, on the arenas, any attack method or technique is permissible; as long as you defeat your opponent, you win.

Second, there are many participants in the God Dragon Trial, so the competition will be conducted in multiple batches.

Third, the list of participants for the arena is called at random by him; when your name is called, you must take the stage without expressing personal opinions, or you’ll be deemed to forfeit.

"Wow, this old guy has a lot of power; so the advancement or elimination of weaker participants is under his control?" Ao Min couldn’t help but complain upon hearing the third rule.

Chen Yang was indifferent.

His strength was evident; he feared no opponent.

"There’s no other way, since the arena is organized by them," said Chen Yang.

"True." Ao Min nodded, saying no more.

After the rules were introduced, Mo Jun didn’t waste time, flicking his sleeves to commence the matches.

"Arena One, Li Tianming versus Qian Hao!"

"Arena Two, Blade Ghost Zhu Lie versus Liu Yu!"

...

Mo Jun announced each pair for the arenas.

As soon as he finished speaking, the corresponding contestants ascended the arenas.

Soon, all the arenas were filled with contestants.

The initial round didn’t feature any particularly noteworthy participants, Chen Yang included.

Yet the battles on the arenas remained thrilling.

After all, they were all Spirit Gathering Realm experts, and when they clashed, the momentum was not small; fortunately, each arena had a small Formation.

All the attack fluctuations and flying debris were isolated within, having no impact outside.

"Wow, the Blade Ghost Zhu Lie on Arena Two is no joke; in just two minutes, he defeated Hua Tian Sect’s Liu Yu."

"Arena Fifteen isn’t simple either; the two have been locked in combat, showing equal strength."

...

The battles were heating up, and all the top experts watching below were fully engaged.

Among those of the same Realm, observing others’ battles can still reveal, and teach many nuances.

Everyone watched with great focus, including Chen Yang and Ao Min.

The degree of battle across the fifteen arenas was uneven.

Some battles concluded early, while others reached a heated climax, and still, some were ongoing.

In order to save time, whenever an arena was cleared, Mo Jun in the sky would immediately call out new participants.

Originally, according to the number, Chen Yang was likely to go up before Ao Min, as he was on Arena Seven.

Unexpectedly, Arena Seven was extremely tense and took a long time, delaying Chen Yang’s appearance.

Instead, Ao Min’s arena finished first, quickly calling on Ao Min.

Chen Yang, who had been watching battles on other arenas,

Upon hearing that Ao Min was going to the stage, immediately went to Arena Eight, paying attention to Ao Min’s battle.

"Brother Chen Yang, I’m heading up first; watch me thrash him." Ao Min said, fists clenched, full of confidence.

"Hmm, give it your all; if you find it impossible, don’t push yourself." Chen Yang nodded, watching Ao Min as he ascended.

Actually, Ao Min was facing a spiritual beast.

Because it hailed from a great clan, its transformation was perfect.

It took the form of a rough, burly man, wearing a tiger-striped cloak, resembling a hunter from the mountains.

"Ao Min, versus Hu Man, begin now!"

With Mo Jun’s command, the battle began.

"Heh, brother, I don’t hold back. I suggest you surrender now; cultivation is tough, and if you accidentally have your meridians severed by me, it’s not worth it." Hu Man smirked coldly, his eyes flashing with a fierce glint.

The pre-battle talk wasn’t useless trash talk.

Speaking before a fight can boost confidence and intimidate the opponent through momentum.

But Ao Min had lived for over two hundred years and had seen too much.

Naturally, he wouldn’t lose his composure from just a few words.

"You don’t hold back; neither do I. I advise you to surrender, or this king will make sure you can’t stand." Ao Min grinned, showing he wasn’t one to be trifled with.

"Heh heh, well then, I will see just how strong you are."

Hu Man steadied himself, adopting a combat stance.

Ao Min remained unmoving, a hand placed behind his back—a posture of superiority.

"I, too, am curious to see how resilient the Copper Skin Iron Bone Technique of the Yellow Tiger Clan really is," Ao Min said.

"Hmph!" Having his essence seen through, Hu Man’s brows furrowed.

Then with a cold snort, he acted decisively!

His hand formed into a tiger claw, leaping to attack Ao Min.

He started with a killing move.

Black Tiger Heart Claw!

"Here it comes!" Ao Min lightly stomped his left foot, raising the arena’s dust, which under his cultivation technique instantly congealed.

It formed into a large net, enveloping him.

It aimed to directly entrap and strangle Hu Man.

Yet Hu Man’s strength was not weak, as within a few claws, he tore open a hole in the earthen net.

"Trying to trap me with this? Delusional!" Hu Man roared low, once again charging at Ao Min.

The previous blow wasn’t Ao Min’s real strength, merely a probe.

Ao Min’s figure flickered, leaving the original spot and dodging to one side.

Boom!!

Hu Man missed, his ferocious tiger claws hitting empty air.

"All muscle and no technique? You’re just a sitting duck."

After a couple of probing moves, Ao Min had already discerned Hu Man’s weakness.

All brawn but too slow.

"Arrogant!"

It seemed like Hu Man’s weak point was struck by Ao Min’s remark, stirring anger out of embarrassment.

His hands suddenly turned into tiger claws, turning back to attack Ao Min. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

But his speed was honestly lacking.

Among the Spirit Gathering Realm, he was indeed a weaker presence.

Having pinpointed the weakness, Ao Min decided not to use Cultivation Techniques to block.