After ten battles, there was silence on the seats of the Blood Demon Hall and the Ten Thousand Demon Gate, and the faces of the high-level people were even pale.

"The results of this ring competition, all the Daoists have also seen it, the Yin Yang Sect side wins, according to the agreement made before, please ask the Lord of the Song Hall of the Blood Demon Hall and the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect Jia Men to make a heart demon oath!" Evil Yunzi stood in the center of the ring and said loudly.

At this moment, Song Pengcheng and Jia Zhiheng were extremely unwilling in their hearts, but they didn't dare to break the contract in public because they were afraid of the reputation of the sect, so they had to make an oath in front of nearly 100,000 monks not to invade the Yin Yang Sect for a hundred years.

"Brother Zhiheng, in the ring just now, the Yin Yang Sect left its hands on the elders of your sect everywhere, somehow?" Song Pengcheng asked coldly.

"Brother Peng Cheng, this must be a divisive plan of the Yin Yang Sect, you can't be fooled!" Jia Zhiheng hurriedly explained.

"Today, a hundred years later, no matter what the price is paid, this seat will definitely step on the mountain gate of this Yin Yang Sect!" Song Pengcheng said through gritted teeth, the anger and unwillingness in this person's heart can be imagined.

At this moment, a disciple of the Foundation Building Period of the Blood Demon Hall ran to Song Pengcheng in a panic and knelt down.

"Hall Master, something is wrong, Young Hall Master, Young Hall Master has been killed!" the man said with a worried face.

"Who would dare to kill my son in the Southern Oasis?" Song Pengcheng scolded loudly.

"Hall Master, it's true, the Young Hall Master had an accident in Shilipo! Elder Xia and Elder Wu, who accompanied the Young Hall Master, were also killed!" the man continued to reply.

At the mention of Shilipo, Song Pengcheng realized that what the disciple in front of him said was true, his son, the future Lord of the Blood Demon Palace, was actually killed, and a violent coercion burst out of Song Pengcheng's body in an instant, making this disciple in the foundation building period only feel that his breath was stagnant, and he could hardly move, and there was even faint blood flowing out of the seven orifices.

"Sect Master, spare your life!" the man fell to his knees and kept kowtowing.

"Who? Who killed my son?" Song Pengcheng shouted.

Hearing Song Pengcheng, the hall master of the Blood Demon Palace, shouting loudly, the tens of thousands of monks in the ring were all shocked in their hearts, who was it, who dared to kill the young hall master of the Blood Demon Hall in the Southern Oasis, wasn't he afraid of the crazy revenge of the Blood Demon Palace?

"Sect Master Qi, according to our eyeliner in Shilipo, the young hall master and the two elders were killed by a pair of young men and women? As he spoke, the disciple trembled and handed over two portraits.

"A pair of young men and women?" Song Pengcheng looked around thoughtfully, and then fell on Su Mei'er and Lu Chen, comparing the portraits, and determined in his heart that the murderer of his son was Su Mei'er, the daughter of Su Jingtian of the Yin-Yang Sect, and the strange male monk beside her.

"Su Jingtian, your daughter killed my son! I must let your family pay for the blood debt today?" Song Pengcheng pointed at Su Jingtian and Su Mei'er, and said in an extremely cold voice.

"Just allow your son to kill us, and don't allow us to fight back? It doesn't seem to make sense, right?" Lu Chen said.

"Hmph, what a sharp-toothed junior, if you talk like a spring, you will not escape death today!" Song Pengcheng sneered.

"It's okay for you to avenge your son! In this way, you and I will fight to the death in this ring, each according to the destiny of heaven, how about it?" Lu Chen said calmly.

"Nephew Lu Xian, don't be rash!" Su Jingtian hurriedly opened his mouth to dissuade.

"Father, don't worry, Lu Chen will definitely be safe!" Su Mei'er sent a message to her father Su Jingtian.

"Since you want to seek death, this seat will fulfill you!" Song Pengcheng's face was pale, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Then please be a witness for the two of us, senior!" Lu Chen bowed to Evil Yunzi.

"Now that you have reached an agreement, then the old man will be a middleman, after this battle, no matter whether you live or die, the grudge between you will be written off, and neither side can take action again afterwards, and this matter does not involve your respective sects, what do you think?"

"I agree!" Lu Chen nodded when he heard this.

"I'm okay with this seat!" Song Pengcheng's voice was low and gloomy, and his eyes were full of murder.