Ten Divine Son Arenas.
And now, one of them was occupied by Qin Xuan.
A faint ripple of Divine Sense washed over the area. Countless Demon Cultivators roared in anger. Some Cultivators, overcome with rage, wanted to go up and challenge Qin Xuan, only to be held back by their companions.
"Are you crazy? Even the Haoyang Divine Son was no match for him. Do you really think you're stronger?"
The Cultivator froze, finally coming to his senses.
However, some foolhardy Demon Cultivators still tried their luck. Qin Xuan beheaded them with a single sword strike, their blood staining the arena and filling the air with a metallic stench.
Qin Xuan's point total grew higher and higher.
'If I can successfully challenge one more Divine Son, I'll be able to get the Dirt and Filth!' Qin Xuan's eyes lit up.
Just then, the sphere of light in his mind suddenly began to flicker.
A jolt went through Qin Xuan, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
'My Divine Sense was just being controlled!'
