It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor

Arena, backstage.

A black-clothed man sat in a seat, looking at the huge screen in front of him, his mouth slightly raised.

"A group of fools are so easy to be fooled!"

"Now, you can make a lot of money again!"

"The performance has exceeded expectations, surely the deputy sect owner will give me a lot of rewards, right?"

The black-clothed man thought to himself, his expression getting more and more triumphant.

"Treasurer, are you going to start?"

At this moment, a woman came in and said.

"Don't worry, let them all bet!" said the black man.

"Yes, the shopkeeper!"

The woman nodded slightly, strode away.

"Wait!" The black-clothed man stopped the woman.

"Treasurer, what else do you want?" The woman was puzzled.

"come here!"

The man in black beckoned.

With doubts, the woman walked to the side of the black-clothed man. After hearing the words of the black-clothed man, her pupils contracted and her face changed drastically.

"This...this is not so good, in case they discover the truth, I'm afraid..." the woman said.

"What are you afraid of? This is my Shuramon's land. If they dare to be presumptuous, the deputy master will just sit back and ignore it?"

"Furthermore, Young Master Cold Bing is so powerful, he is able to deal with King Shura!"

"I won't wait for King Shura to attack, Young Master Frost will definitely kill King Shura!" said the black-clothed man.

"Treasurer, if this is the case, why bother to do so?" The woman was puzzled.

"I'm just in case!"

"This time we squeeze so many stones of the gods, if we lose, the little destiny will confess here, don't you understand?" the black-clothed man said.

"Yes, the shopkeeper!"

The woman nodded heavily and walked away quickly.

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The arena is overcrowded.

Everyone stared in the arena with excitement.

Most people bet their worth on King Shura, and it is fake if they are not nervous.

As time passed by, there were more and more people on the scene.

Many people have fine beads of sweat on their foreheads.

"Why hasn't it started yet? Time has passed!"

"Yes, hurry up!"

Many people couldn't sit still and began to shout loudly.

The whole scene became more and more intense.

Amidst the many calls, the host finally walked out of the background and stood in front of the stage.

"Guest officers, wait a long time!"

"In order to give everyone the time to bet, we have deliberately delayed by a quarter of an hour. At the same time, it is also to restore King Shura to the best condition. Please understand!"

The host's voice was faint and vibrating, and it clearly spread to everyone's ears.

Hearing this, many people showed embarrassment on their faces.

"Suramon is too polite, right? It took the initiative to delay King Shura's recovery time!"

"It looks like we blamed Shuramon!"

"As expected of a big power, it's so touched to be so childish!"

"From now on, I will only come to this **** cage to bet!"

"me too!"

Upon hearing this, the host smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your understanding, we will have the eighth competition in half a quarter of an hour!"

"Who is the one who will kill you? Let's wait and see!"

After the host finished speaking, he stepped back to the background again and disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the extremely anxious waiting, finally ushered in this battle.

The host stood on the stage again and said: "This scene is finally open!"

"First of all, please invite our King Shura!"

After this sound.

"Om..."

The heavy iron door opens slowly.

A huge man with a height of five meters strode into the arena from behind the iron gate.

He waved his fist and thumped it towards the sky, causing the air to explode.

"King Shura, King Shura..."

The crowd waved their fists along with Shurahan, shouting the name of King Shura.

The whole scene burst.

Long time.

The scene gradually calmed down.

Everyone's eyes were on King Shura.

"Sure enough, the state of King Shura is obviously higher than that of the previous one!"

"Yes, this time is absolutely sure to win!"

"When I think of the stone of the gods that I can earn 25%, my heart seems to jump out."

"Me too, I'm so excited!"

The host waved his hand, and everyone stopped discussing.

"Next, please invite our new player-Young Master Cold Ice!"

After the host finished speaking, the thick iron door on the other side slowly opened.

The cold torture walked out of the iron gate, and the eyes were full of ashes.

It seems that there is no spirit at all.

Such a scene, seeing everyone's eyes, could not help but sigh.

"Haha, too weak, too weak!"

"With this strength, I dare to fight King Shura? I really don't know how to write the dead words!"

"No matter how strong he is, as long as King Shura can win!"

"Yes!"

Everyone's eyes are on the arena.

When the iron gate was closed, the host said, "No matter what method you use, one will die in one life!"

"The competition starts now!"

The words just fell silent.

"boom……"

King Shura rushed towards the cold torture with huge steps.

For this scene, the cold torture is as if not seen, just standing stupidly.

"Boom..."

The huge fist, without any accident, hit the cold torture face heavily.

The cold torture body flew upside down, hit the iron wall, and fell to the ground, motionless like a dead fish.

"Great!"

Cheers continued to ring.

Everyone's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile.

"This battle is easier than imagined!"

"Yes, that Young Master Frost is a weak chicken at all!"

"Mighty, mighty King Shura!"

Excited constantly.

Everyone's eyes closely followed the movement of King Shura's body.

I saw it.

King Shura didn't stop, kicked his right leg and jumped up.

Like a cannonball, he stepped heavily on the cold torture.

"boom……"

The ground trembled and the dust was flying, covering both King Shura.

Wait for the dust to clear.

King Shura stood on the spot, raising his hands.

"Win, win!"

"Haha, really won!"

"As for such excitement, isn't this a sure thing?"

"Why haven't we declared victory yet!"

With doubts, everyone looked up at the host.

The host smiled slightly and said: "The rule of this arena is to kill the opponent!"

"I didn't announce that King Shura won. That meant that Young Master Cold Bing was not dead!" the host said.

"I'm not dead yet?"

"No way?"

"King Shura, twist his neck!"

The shouts kept ringing.

King Shura looked at the cold torture with a puzzled face, his pupils shrank.

I saw it.

There was no injury at all in the cold torture.

"how can that be?"

King Shura's face was surprised.

"Can't you use some strength?"

At this time, a sound was heard in King Shura's ears.

This sound, like the sound of hell, shocked King Shura's body.

"A bit capable, but what about it?!"

"When you get here, either you die or I live!"

"I don't believe in killing!"

After speaking, King Shura went straight to the cold torture.

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