Zheng Song hugged Duan Lingtian tightly, his body trembled violently, and he was inexplicably excited.

"Senior Brother Zheng Song, you are not dead, you are not dead!"

Duan Lingtian's voice was filled with excitement.

At this time, Luo Zhan and Marshal Chen, who followed, probably guessed Zheng Song's identity.

People who can be called 'senior brothers' by Duan Lingtian are most likely former disciples of the Seven Star Sword Sect.

Moreover, judging from the temperament of this ‘Zheng Song’, it is obvious that he comes from a good family background.

"That slave is called Junior Brother Duan Lingtian?"

"Duan Lingtian, call him senior brother?"

At this time, some more advanced spectators in the audience heard the conversation between Duan Lingtian and Zheng Song.

"No wonder Duan Lingtian is so angry, it turns out that this slave is his senior brother!"

"It seems that that slave is a former disciple of the Seven Star Sword Sect."

…

Soon, many people guessed Zheng Song's origin.

"Senior Brother Zheng Song, let's go. I'll take you to a place to freshen up and change your clothes."

Duan Lingtian grabbed Zheng Song's hand and wanted to take him away.

Zheng Song, the son of Kaiyang Peak Peak Master ‘Zheng Fan’.

In the past, I gave him a lot of help.

Zheng Fan also gave him a lot of help, and when the Seven Star Sword Sect was destroyed, he risked his life to protect him from leaving.

This friendship he will never forget.

Today, seeing that Zheng Song was not dead, he felt inexplicably excited.

"Junior brother Duan Lingtian...I...I am just a slave now."

Zheng Song had a bitter look on his face and said slowly: "This Prison Arena is an property under the name of Prince Sheng's Mansion, and it is inextricably linked to the royal family of the Qinglin Empire... You, please don't offend Prince Sheng's Mansion for my sake.

"

"I've already offended you...it doesn't matter anymore."

Duan Lingtian shrugged, with a nonchalant look on his face, and turned Zheng Song around, preparing to leave.

"Duan! Ling! Tian!"

Finally, above the prison fighting field, the old man in charge of presiding over the prison fighting came to his senses and shouted to stop Duan Lingtian.

Duan Lingtian looked up at the old man with calm eyes, "Senior, this is my senior brother, a disciple of the Seven Star Sword Sect... Today, I want to take him away, you won't stop me, right?"

"presumptuous!"

The old man shouted coldly: "Duan Lingtian, where do you think our Prison Arena is? I don't care what his previous status was, but since he has become a slave in our Prison Arena, he will be a prisoner in the Arena in life and a prisoner in death.

The ghost of the fighting arena!"

"Just now, you killed the worshiper of our Prince Sheng's Mansion, and someone from our Prince Sheng's Mansion came to you to ask for an explanation... But now, you want to take away the slaves in my prison, but there is no way!"

As the old man spoke, the energy in his body was raging.

A terrifying momentum swept across.

Wow!

In the void above the old man's head, two huge figures condensed and formed, winding down.

They are the phantoms of two ancient horned dragons.

"First level of entering the virtual realm!"

Suddenly, the faces of Luo Zhan and Marshal Chen, who came in behind Duan Lingtian, changed drastically.

They didn't expect it.

This old man who was responsible for presiding over the prison fights actually had such terrifying strength.

The 'Ninth Level of Peering into the Void Realm' and the 'First Level of Entering the Void Realm' are only one step away.

But in terms of strength, there is a world of difference!

Compared to the ninth level of "Entering the Void Realm", in addition to a qualitative change in one's energy, one can also fully understand the "artistic conception".

Artistic conception is the extension and transformation of "potential", which cannot be compared with "potential".

Even if it is the highest realm of 'potential', the 'subtle power' is only comparable to the power of two thousand ancient giant elephants...

And even the lowest level of 'artistic conception', the 'first level of artistic conception', is comparable to the power of an ancient horned dragon!

The power of one horned dragon is the power of ten thousand ancient giant elephants!

The first level of artistic conception is several times stronger than the ‘subtle potential’.

The atmosphere in the prison arena was tense and on the verge of breaking out.

"Junior brother Duan Lingtian, let's go... You can't beat the prisoner fighting field now, and you can't beat the prince's palace."

Zheng Song smiled bitterly.

Although he really wanted to leave, he really wanted to get rid of this life that was worse than death.

But if it would harm Duan Lingtian.

He would rather maintain the status quo.

"Senior Brother Zheng Song, today, no matter what, I will take you away... No matter who it is, don't try to stop me! Anyone who stops me will die."

Duan Lingtian's eyes turned cold and he said coldly.

Duan Lingtian's voice was loud and reached the ears of everyone present.

These overbearing words made many people's blood boil...

This is the real iron-blooded man!

So passionate!

But at this moment, the old man in the prison arena had not had time to speak.

"What a loud tone!"
Chapter completed!