Caín struggled desperately, but the arm of General held him fast, unable to move even an inch.

The corpse poison is getting worse, and Caín's consciousness is becoming increasingly blurred.

Moments later...

A corpse was casually tossed to the ground by Jiang Ziya.

Cain is dead!

A good traveler gets lost, a good rider falls!

The ancestor of the blood race, renowned for its vampirism, was drained of its blood and even its soul escaped not.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Some members of the papal audience couldn't accept it, just a moment ago everything was fine, how come they suddenly lost?

"Caín the Elder is an immortal being, how could he lose?"

"Fake! It must be fake!"

"Cain, get up quickly!"

"... "

This is the time.

Host Bob appeared on the stage, his eyes scanning the audience.

His appearance means the game has already ended. This is to announce the game result.

The Hua Xia Empire won this match!

Chinese Audience Area.

"Oh～"

Cheers erupted.

"I told you so, that pretty boy is no good. How's that? Men need to be tough, the Corpse Ancestor is awesome!"

"A ruthless person doesn't speak much, I'm the king in society."

"If you say you're going to eat him, then eat him. That's what a real man would do."

Look, that vampire isn't dead yet, he's moving again.

"...""

The corpse of Cain on the platform suddenly moved.

"I told you, Cain the Elder is an immortal. How could he be killed so easily."

Something's wrong! The host clearly announced the competition results, so…

Cain is still alive, we haven't lost yet, the game result doesn't count!

"The mastermind, Cain the Elder, is still alive. How can they say we've lost?"

"... "

The papal audience loudly protested, but Bobby didn't even glance at them.

The next second.

Cain's body suddenly sprang from the ground, his form transforming into a streak of light and vanishing.

"Ouch!"

A scream was heard.

Only then did they see the representative from Vatican City, being held by Cain, his body shriveling up at an alarming rate.

It turned into a dried corpse in the blink of an eye.

After draining the knight, Cain turned his gaze to Chiang Wenming, who was closest to him.

His body flashed, vanishing from the spot instantly.

Jiang Wenming's hair stood on end, a sense of death looming over him.

A rusty, peculiar greatsword appeared in his hand.

Judgment Blade!

At the same time, a golden rope flew out from his bosom.

Wow, lucky string!

"Roar!"

General Zhao let out a roar.

Cain materialized from the void, his fingers mere half a meter from Jiang Wenming's face.

A golden rope swiftly bound him tightly.

Chiang Wenming was startled into a cold sweat. He couldn't understand why the other party could attack him.

The rules of the arena clearly state that hostile deities are not allowed to attack their followers. How can he ignore the rules?

Bobby's figure appeared, his face was extremely embarrassed.

They were actually exploited by a loophole, and almost killed Hua Xia's chosen one.

Just as I was about to enforce the rules of the ring and eliminate Cain, Jiang Ziya stopped me.

He is my spoils of war.

Before the sound could fade, another gasp arose.

The knight who had been drained of his life essence by Cain before, actually staggered to his feet and charged toward the audience.

"Damn it!"

Bob was furious.

As his voice faded, the sky darkened instantly. Countless bolts of lightning, as thick as arms, struck down, reducing the knight to ashes in an instant.

Jiang Ziya calmly glanced at the knight, then turned to the host Bobbi and extended his hand.

"Get me back my money!"

Bobi: ...

He has been a referee for so long, but this is the first time he's encountered something so upsetting.

First, someone exploited a loophole, and then they were asked to pay compensation. Can this job even continue?

"Let's talk privately after this is over!"

Bob growled, his anger barely contained.

"Great!"

Jiang Ziya replied with a sound, and stopped talking further. Instead, he turned his head to look at the audience from the Papal State.

The bloodlust in his eyes was undisguised.

If he wins, he gets to eat them. He hasn't forgotten that.

Who to eat first? Or eat them all?

Guan Zhong's not very bright mind was caught in a dilemma.

The competition is over, you guys can go prepare for a while, and restart the next game in a day.

"Why wait a day?"

Some people expressed dissatisfaction, wondering why their divine battles were always one after another, while in Xia, they could take a break after each battle.

To prevent this from happening again, the arena rules need to be comprehensively upgraded, unlocking the Pantheon Arena. Gods will no longer be restricted either. You can see the specific details after the upgrade is complete.

"I protest, this kind of thing should be decided by a vote, it seems democratic and fair!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the foreigner finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck him directly, reducing him to ashes, leaving not even a hair behind.

What makes you think I'm discussing this with you?

Bobby was already fuming, and now seeing someone jump out to pick a fight, he immediately gave him a fiery response.

Although Chiang Wenming was a little surprised, he wasn't too unexpected.

It's like saying the other person is also a god. When he talks reason with you, it's kindness; when he doesn't, that's normal.

These Westerners are all "democratic" and used to it. They really think everyone will listen to them.

Although Jiang Wenming didn't know what Bob meant by a full upgrade, he could tell that this update to the rules was different from any other.

Gods are no longer restricted!

This sentence contains too much information.

Is it that the chosen deity is unrestricted, or that all deities are unrestricted?

If that's the case, it means that the chosen ones will be unable to participate in the following matches.

After all, not everyone can borrow the power of the gods like Chiang Wenming.

If it were the latter...

Jiang Wenming couldn't even imagine it!

The best outcome is that all the gods return. The worst outcome is that gods from other empires appear, and the Chinese deities never return.

If that's really the case, the next match will only be more difficult!

"I hope it's not as I suspected."

By that point, how many deities from Huaxia would have to die?

Imagine, other imperial gods can choose to descend, but only their Huaxia counterparts rely on pure chance.

How do you type this?

If the opponent chooses the Mythical Arena, what if Chiang Wenming makes a mistake and dies? Who will be able to handle the rest of the fight?

Promoting the history of Chinese mythology, we still need to put in more effort and cultivate more devotees.

A cold glint flashed in Chiang Wenming's eyes.

If we can't settle it online, let's take it offline!

As long as their Xia divine patron's favor is high enough, they can completely assemble a divine patron army in a short period of time.

At that time, I will send these people to other countries, severing their belief in those gods, and I will have a few more points of advantage on the stage.

Just like dealing with the people from India.

This matter must be put on the agenda as soon as possible so that it is not too late.

Jiang Wenming thought to himself, and then glanced at Li Jian Guo on the rostrum.

Seeing that he was also looking at her, she was taken aback for a moment before nodding to him.

"Kid, I helped you win the match. When are you going to sacrifice those people to me?"

Jiang Ziya suddenly spoke.

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