Chapter 935: The Glory of Fist God Lin An

The Vermilion Bird Princess had passed away, and an atmosphere of grief settled over the entire arena.

They really did love the Vermilion Bird Princess. She was an extremely powerful young woman, but she was also extremely adorable and loved to interact with her fans. She had already become the most dazzling existence to those in the arena.

Her popularity had exceeded even that the previous Sun Tree War Gods.

However, she was gone, just like that. She had burned through the last of her life force during this battle and had completely disappeared from everyone’s life.

The MC wiped the tears from its eyes in an attempt to calm its grief.

It was actually a fan of the Vermilion Bird Princess and was extremely excited whenever it hosted one of the Vermilion Bird Princess’ matches. It was also particularly proud to see this charismatic young woman made her way to the top.

But who would have thought that tonight he would witness the Vermilion Bird Princess’ final battle?

An Lin was also lamenting her passing.

He wanted to save the Vermilion Bird Princess. After all, he felt like he had encountered a soulmate of sorts after finding a Soul Formation Stage cultivator who was just as bad*ss as he was in this world.

But he didn’t think that the Vermilion Bird Princess would rather die than concede.

An Lin was of course not going to go easy on her.

The pride in the Vermilion Bird Princess’ eyes prohibited him from doing so.

Farewell, Vermilion Bird Princess.

An Lin heaved a light sigh before turning to leave the arena.

“Please wait, Mr. Lin An!” At this moment, the Heavenly Flame Vermilion Bird’s voice suddenly sounded.

An Lin’s footsteps faltered upon hearing this, and he turned to the vermilion bird with a smile. “What is it? Are you planning to hold me captive here?”

The arena rules stated that only the champion could leave alive. An Lin had been defeated, so it wasn’t entirely impossible that he would be forced to remain here.

However, he wasn’t scared of that. He could escape as long as no mythological beasts appeared.

“Mr. Lin An, you’ve misunderstood me!” The Heavenly Flame Vermilion Bird explained in a hurried voice, “Even though the War God Vermilion Bird Princess managed to knock you out of bounds, but you were the final person standing. After discussing with the judging panel, we have decided to give you the glory you deserve and list you along with the Vermilion Bird Princess as today’s champions!”

An Lin was a little stupefied upon hearing his. Can that be done?!

The MC walked onto the stage again before announcing in a loud voice, “Now then, let us give a round of applause to the joint champions, the Vermilion Bird Princess and Fist God Lin An!”

All of the spectators erupted into applause and cheers again as countless birds chanted “Fist God Lin An”. This was the glory An Lin deserved and had earned through his ability.

An Lin’s words had also given them a reason to like him. After all, he was the one who had brought up the out-of-bounds rule in the arena and had conceded his defeat in a fair and frank manner.

All of the spectators knew that the champion of the Sun Tree arena was the one who stood until the very end, so there was no need for An Lin to say something like that, but he did.

Such a powerful, yet noble and honorable person deserved the title of champion!

An Lin hoisted up the champion’s trophy for the Sun Tree arena and smiled as he was inundated by raucous applause and cheers.

He knew that the legend of Fist God Lin An would spread throughout the entire Southern Heavenly Wing Nation after tonight.

The main judge, Heavenly Flame Vermilion Bird, personally delivered a white badge to An Lin with a smile. “Mighty champion Lin An, the seventh level of the Sun Tree welcomes you.”

An Lin’s eyes lit up. This was his real target!

“Thank you, Senior Heavenly Flame, I’ll go to the seventh level tomorrow.” An Lin accepted the badge with a calm expression.

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The Heavenly Flame Vermilion Bird flapped its wings with a smile to express its welcome.

Thus, the Sun Tree arena battles drew to a conclusion, but the legend of that final battle and the resulting influence was only just beginning to take effect.

An Lin reunited with the yellow cow to find the yellow cow staring at him with a fanatical gleam in his eyes, and he looked like he was fighting the urge to rest his head on An Lin’s chest.

“Master, your battle was truly earth-shattering! My heart surged with excitement, and I was unable to extricate myself even after the battle!” Xue Zhantian laid his head on An Lin’s chest with contentment in his eyes.

An Lin rubbed the soft, furry ball in his hand and heaved a faint sight. “It’s just such a pity. I had just found an opponent that could match me…”

Xue Zhantian knew who he was talking about and sighed with emotion. “Soulmates are hard to find. Master and her were fated to meet, but not to go far together. It is like a beautiful dream that must come to an end. I will be sure to inform Xiaolan of this so that she can offer words of comfort to you…”

An Lin squeezed Xue Zhantian with rage. “You want to die?!”

Xue Zhantian let loose a sharp screech. “Spare me, Master! I was careless with my words! I will be sure to change my ways and revolutionize myself…”

The yellow cow stared speechlessly at the quarreling duo without being able to interject with even a single sentence.

The next morning, the entire Sun Tree learned about what had happened on the sixth level. This was an earth-shattering battle between two Soul Formation Stage warriors that outstripped the intensity of battles between most Return to Void Stage mighty figures.

The statue of the eleventh Sun Tree War God had been officially erected as well.

The name of War God Vermilion Bird Princess would also spread throughout the entire Southern Heavenly Wing Nation.

Furthermore, the name of Fist God Lin An was also being broadcasted in a frenzy. This was a man who had fought and managed to end up in a tie with the new Sun Tree War God. Therefore, he too became a legend on everyone’s lips.

An Lin didn’t think too much about this. With the white badge in his hand, he had the yellow cow lead the way toward the seventh level.

The seventh level could no longer be reached via energy-propelled boards. Instead, a flying bubble enveloped its target before floating directly toward the seventh level.

The seventh level was quite mysterious. A peculiar mist enshrouded the entire level, keeping out prying eyes. However, it was said that one could see the interior once they entered the level.

Upon seeing An Lin, Two Soul Formation Stage Vermilion Bird Tribe soul beasts instantly bowed with a smile on their faces. “Welcome, brave warrior Lin An. The gate of the seventh level will be opened for you.”

Xue Zhantian was extremely pleased to see the cocky vermilion birds being so polite.

An Lin nodded lightly. He had earned this respect through his strength, so he felt no qualms.

“Sorry, only the champion of the arena can enter the seventh level.” The vermilion bird extended a wing to stop the yellow cow and Xue Zhantian.

A hint of disappointment appeared on the yellow cow’s face. He had known that this would happen, but he was still feeling a little dejected.

Xue Zhantian was enraged and was just about to burst into an enraged tirade when a thought occurred to it. He then stared up the vermilion bird guards with his big, round eyes as he waved his little wings and said in a tender voice, “Big Brother Vermilion Bird, I’m Fist God Lin An’s beast pet. I’m extremely obedient and won’t cause any trouble!”

A hint of a blush appeared on his snowball-like body as he spoke, and his big, round eyes glowed in an extremely adorable display.

“We won’t even allow the bacteria on Lin An’s body to enter, let alone his beast pet!” the vermilion bird refused in a firm voice.

Another vermilion bird even unleashed flames to burn off the bacteria on An Lin’s body.

An Lin was shocked. Were things really that strict here?

Xue Zhantian gritted his teeth in an indignant expression. How was he supposed to capture evidence of An Lin’s crimes like this? Damn it!

Xue Zhantian and the yellow cow had no choice but to remain where they stood.

An Lin was enveloped by a large bubble and slowly floated up to the seventh level.

He looked up at the white mist above with scorching curiosity in his eyes.

Just what could be lying on the seventh level?