Rakshasa Xingjun was also slightly stunned by this unexpected question, but soon, his expression turned cold: "I, Rakshasa Xingjun, will be taken for life and death." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info The spiritual realm continent is under my control, all of this is my people, I want them to live if they live, and if they want to die, they will die, all by me." ”

"Is that really the case?"

Under the pressure of the Rakshasa Star Monarch's sudden increase, the young man still did not flinch, "But you are not a god, what qualifications do you have to decide the life and death of others? The competition you formulated is not at all to select more talents, it is a bloody game that is completely to satisfy your personal desires! There is no meaning!"

"Oh?" Rakshasa Starjun's eyes narrowed dangerously, "What, are you questioning Bendi?"

The young man gritted his teeth, suddenly took a step forward, and said loudly: "Not bad! Why don't you open your eyes and see what this Spirit Realm Continent has become? Everyone respects the supremacy of strength, which has led to countless grudges and vendettas!"

Villagers who used to live and work in peace and contentment can now face each other because of a disagreement. The strong can kill people and seize treasures at will, even regardless of their original innocence and hatred! Even an unintentional insult can evolve to the point of destroying people! I just think that the people here have gone crazy.

As the ruler of this continent and the one who has single-handedly created all this, don't you have nothing to say, and shouldn't you be responsible for it?"

These words were extremely provocative, and the guards on the side had already rushed up with angry eyebrows, and they wanted to correct the young man on the spot.

Rakshasa Xingjun waved his hand coldly and looked down at him, his voice still cold: "I don't think there's anything wrong with this. The law of this world itself is that the law of the jungle is the strong, the victor is the prince and the loser is the loser. Isn't it the inevitable law of the evolution of things to let those who are not skilled in learning and art perish, become the stepping stones of the truly strong, and create another group of people with a higher standard?"

The young man's eyes were blood-red, and he hissed: "You can say such things now, and it is only because you stand on the side of the victor! If one day, you also become a loser, are you also willing to lie at the feet of the strong and let others ravage you?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a flash of red light in front of everyone's eyes, and a crimson halberd had already appeared in the hand of the Rakshasa Xingjun, pointing directly at the tip of the young man's nose.

"It's not helpful to say more. Although you have given up on the challenge, Bendi can make an exception to compete with you once. I will make you understand that in the face of absolute power, any belief is useless!"

The wind comes and goes.

In just a few moments, there was only one Rakshasa Star Monarch left standing in the field.

And the young man, who was still full of words, had collapsed to the ground covered in blood, and a halberd was across his neck, still dripping blood.

"Boy, it seems that your strength is not worthy of your big words. I hope you can remember that only the winner is the king, and only the winner has the right to speak!

As for the loser, no matter how unwilling he is, he is just a reservoir dog crawling at the feet of the winner. And I'm definitely not going to fall into the same way as you. Rakshasa Xingjun said, and the halberd was slowly pulled out of the young man's neck.

"Well, Bendi spares your life today, and I will let you see with your own eyes that my reign will continue, and my game will continue!" Walk under this majesty, proudly gone.

That's right, that's the life I want, and it's the most satisfying life for me.

In the midst of the laughter of pointing and pointing, the young man suddenly stood up and shouted with all his might: "Rakshasa Star-King! You will not be a perennial winner! One day, you will definitely be defeated! Maybe it's me, it's him, it's anyone, or even just a nobody! Where there is brutal rule, there will naturally be people who will rise up to resist! Rakshasa Star-King, you won't be able to sit in your seat for long-"

And his indignant curse only drew a wilder laugh.

In the first few days, the turmoil in the arena was still a hot topic in the streets and alleys, but not long after, when people's interest was gradually diverted by another round of new things, the once faint voice of doubt has quietly withdrawn from the public eye, like a small spark that has been snuffed out, and disappeared in the rolling river of time.

Since then, I don't know how many years have passed.

It was another quiet day.

For now, at least, it's as normal as the old days of the cycle.

On this day, a young man in a thick linen shirt broke into the Rakshasa Star Palace and shouted: "Rakshasa Star Monarch, I want to challenge you!"

Before waiting for a pillar of incense, this open space was already crowded with soldiers watching the excitement, and the inner and outer three layers were blocked.

Every once in a while, there would always be a few cultivators who were not self-conscious to challenge the Rakshasa Star Monarch, but in the end, none of them could leave here alive.

It's just that even if the result of the game has already been decided, the process is still worth their expectations. Just because the Rakshasa Star Lord is their king, the glory of the king is also their glory.

All kinds of beauties in the Rakshasa Star Palace also gathered in one place, just waiting to watch the scene of the hero in their hearts shine.

Compared to the heat on the side of the Rakshasa Star Monarch, the young man's side was deserted. But he didn't seem to be fazed, and his eyes were always firmly on his opponent.

The Rakshasa Star Monarch was also glancing at him coldly. He is not averse to these infrequent challenges. Those people wanted to make a name for themselves by defeating him, and he was using them to witness his own legends.

Due to the novelty of the unknown, it is often only possible to maintain it for a short period of time. If you want to be active in the public eye for a long time, you must continue to create new topics.

The Rakshasa Star Monarch, who had long been at the apex of the Spirit Continent, was not much interested in continuing to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, what he wanted more was to have the aura of the strongest on his head and live in the clouds at all times.

"Let's do it. Ben Di gives you permission. Rakshasa Starjun narrowed his eyes.

However, after a few breaths, the scene in front of him was beyond everyone's expectations.

The Rakshasa Star Monarch, the invincible Rakshasa Star Monarch in the world, was lying on the ground like a water dog at this time, his hair was scattered, and he was covered with scars.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the Rakshasa Star Monarch let out a low roar from his mouth, suddenly jumped up, and attacked again.

The young man on the other side just waved his hand casually, setting off a storm of spiritual power, easily sweeping him out and falling to the ground in an even more embarrassed posture.

In the short period of time just now, the Rakshasa Star Monarch had rushed forward many times, but in the end, he was defeated again without exception. But the young man did not even move a step, his expression was calmer than that of a small worm that had been dusted away, and his eyes were condensed with the heaviest layer of pity and contempt.

Finally, after another failure, the spirit of the Rakshasa Star Monarch has been