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The Lion Tiger Sword Saint had an extremely sturdy body. When it was violently smashed onto the ground, already disoriented, a thought still flashed through its mind. Impossible! How did he control me without allowing me to ignite my life force?

There\'s something wrong with his eyes, and what was that ability that delayed mine? How did my foot end up in his hand?

If Tang San could hear its internal questions and was willing to explain, he would tell it that it was Purple Demon Eyes combined with the Time Variation Seal and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon.

The Lion Tiger Sword Saint was indeed powerful. It was this might that forced Tang San to use a multitude of techniques. Although he hadn\'t used all his abilities, most of his capabilities were also deployed under his careful concealment.

In the eyes of the audience, the Lion Tiger Sword Saint seemed to have changed. The once-powerful being was suddenly suppressed, without even a chance to fight back. Only the Lion Tiger Sword Saint knew the bitterness of its situation, its opponent was too strange.

"Boom—" Its body was lifted again and smashed heavily onto the ground like a sack.

The Lion Tiger Sword Saint felt as if its body would fall apart, utterly disoriented and unable to resist.

And it was at this time that a voice suddenly echoed in its mind.

"Do you wish to become a God?"

"Boom—" Once again, it was fiercly smashed to the ground.

"I can help you become a God."

"Boom—" This time it was swung to the left.

"The problem lies in your Lion Tiger Beast Bloodline. It has not truly fused the two powerful bloodlines, so achieving godhood is hopeless."

"Boom—"

"You should be able to feel that I have deployed not just one bloodline power."

"Boom—"

"So, I can help you fuse your bloodline powers."

"Boom—"

"Make you stronger, make you a God."

"Boom—"

Every time it was heavily smashed to the ground, the Lion Tiger Sword Saint spat out a mouthful of blood, each hit making it suffer unbearably. Yet that voice appeared directly in its Sea of Spirit, crystal clear.

"Submit to me, and I\'ll assist you."

"Boom—"

"Otherwise, death!"

"Boom—"

Finally, Tang San stopped. The Lion Tiger Sword Saint, continuously smashed onto the ground by him, was tremendously sturdy, but by then, it had at least a dozen broken bones. Lying on the ground, spewing blood in great gulps, it was seriously injured.

The voice echoed once more in its Sea of Spirit, "If you wish to die, I will fulfill your wish. If you wish to live, then meow."

The Lion Tiger Sword Saint opened its mouth, it certainly didn\'t want to die. Although it had a hundred victories in the Grand Animal Fighting Arena, although it constantly pursued greater strength and could attack any opponent head-on without fear. But it also didn\'t want to die!

However, it didn\'t make a sound. It was too painful, so it couldn\'t meow, its throat felt like it was blocked.

Tang San looked at it, and with a hint of regret murmured, "So you are a hero who is indifferent to death, then I shall fulfill your wish." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the Earth Shattering Hammer flew into his grasp from afar.

The Lion Tiger Sword Saint was in a panic, I don\'t want to die, I don\'t want to die!

With all its might, finally, it squeezed out a faint voice from its mouth, "Meow—"

The corner of Tang San\'s mouth twitched, and the Lion Tiger Sword Saint itself was also stunned, even its blood flow ceased. Because at that moment, it felt as though the blood in its veins had frozen.

In front of tens of thousands of spectators, a generation\'s Sword Saint, the king of the Animal Fighting Arena, the incredibly powerful Lion Tiger Beast, it actually, actually...

The Lion Tiger Sword Saint closed its eyes, tilted its head, and fainted. Or rather, it socially died... commonly known as social death. Or perhaps, at that moment it truly wished it was dead.

Tang San wanted to laugh a little.

Why did he choose not to kill the Lion Tiger Sword Saint? Indeed, because its bloodline was of great research value, the potential of the Lion Tiger Golden Gang was higher than what it had shown. If he could subdue it, then Tang San could possess a powerful bloodline strength that might not be inferior to a First level Bloodline and could potentially continue to improve to the Ninth Stage. This would replace the Elephant Demon\'s bloodline. After all, the Elephant Demon\'s bloodline was somewhat weak. Or replace the Wind Tiger Transformation\'s bloodline altogether. The Wind Tiger Transformation was becoming less and less useful.

Especially when facing strong opponents, the Wind Tiger Transformation, as a bloodline, was naturally subject to being suppressed. It required constant concealment and compression by him to be somewhat effective.

Moreover, he was considering that going to the Ancestral Court, his companions\' strength was still lacking. Having another mount seemed not too bad. As for how to subdue the socially dead Lion Tiger Sword Saint, judging by its last gaze full of the will to survive, it seemed, perhaps, not too difficult.

At this very moment, the Grand Animal Fighting Arena was in a tumult. In stark contrast, outside the Grand Animal Fighting Arena, cheers surged like stormy waves.

Yes, they already knew, they knew the final result in the first moment. They won, the Shrek squad won, winning their tenth match.

When the Lion Tiger Sword Saint was severely wounded and fainted by Tang San, the last team member of the Invincible Team was also killed, the Lion Tiger Sword Saint\'s severe injuries directly shattered its last fighting spirit, dying in despair.

The news of Shrek\'s victory quickly spread outside the Grand Animal Fighting Arena. At this moment, even within the Grand Animal Fighting Arena, one could clearly hear the frenzied cheers coming from outside.

The cheers were deafening, representing the dissatisfaction of humans who knew not how many years they had been oppressed, as vassals, as slaves, festering deep within their hearts.

On the chairman\'s stage, the high-ranking members of the Monster tribe each had a gloomy expression, including the Spirit Rhinoceros Deer Beast King who was the owner of the Grand Animal Fighting Arena.

Indeed, it did not hope for Tang San and his team to die in battle, but when a human squad truly achieved ten continuous team victories and was about to be awarded the noble title, it felt a complex array of emotions in its heart. It was an unprecedented glory for humans, but for the owner of the Grand Animal Fighting Arena who had witnessed such glory, it was a disgrace.

The Messenger from the Ancestral Court had already stood up, his face dark as he looked at the members of the Shrek squad gathering together and embracing each other inside the Grand Animal Fighting Arena.

The cheers from outside the Grand Animal Fighting Arena, they could all hear them clearly. Although they were part of the Monster tribe and never believed humans could have any capacity for resistance, at this moment, their annoyance was somewhat uncontrollable.

"What\'s the deal with that human?" The Messenger turned his head to the Spirit Rhinoceros Deer Beast King.

The Spirit Rhinoceros Deer Beast King replied with a bitter smile, "I\'m not sure either, he wasn\'t the captain before and hadn\'t shown any particularly strong capabilities, but unexpectedly..."

"Unexpectedly? Such humans should not exist. Slaves cannot have a spiritual leader, don\'t you understand?" said the Messenger coldly.

The Spirit Rhinoceros Deer Beast King bowed quickly and said, "I understand, but the rules of the Grand Animal Fighting Arena cannot be arbitrarily broken."

The Messenger waved his hand, interrupting him, "Then proceed according to the rules of the Grand Animal Fighting Arena. I don\'t care what method you use, if Jiali City cannot handle it, then have them come to the Ancestral Court. The Grand Animal Fighting Arena of the Ancestral Court offers even more generous rewards. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." The Spirit Rhinoceros Deer Beast King immediately got the point and also sighed secretly to itself. The Grand Animal Fighting Arena of the Ancestral Court, that place...