Chapter 142: Foreign Strong Race, The Demon Race, A Mysterious Man from Xuantian Divine Realm

Both iron cages emitted powerful auras.

However, Jun Xiaoyao ignored one of them and focused on the other.

"Such powerful bloodline force," Jun Xiaoyao was somewhat surprised.

His standards were very high, and he would never be impressed by ordinary talents.

Raw strength was secondary - what mattered most was growth potential.

For example, between a fourteen-year-old prodigy who reached the Unity Realm and a hundreds-year-old expert at the Divine Fire Realm.

Jun Xiaoyao would choose the former without hesitation.

Potential was more important than current strength.

And now, in Jun Xiaoyao's perception, the being in one of the iron cages contained immense bloodline power.

It was like a burning sun.

In comparison, while the aura from the other cage was incredibly powerful and carried a cold murderous intent, it had nothing particularly special about it.

At this moment, the elderly host spoke up: "Everyone, now comes the highlight - you'll never guess where the being in the left cage comes from."

As he spoke, he had someone remove the covering cloth.

A pitch-black creature appeared, with wings on its back and a face like a rakshasa demon.

It let out a screech that seemed capable of shattering one's divine palace and true spirit.

"That is..." many cultivators stood up, staring at this ferocious being in disbelief.

The younger generation of cultivators looked confused, not quite understanding.

However, some elderly people, after carefully observing this being, suddenly drew in sharp breaths.

"This... could it be a being from the foreign realm's Demon Race?" an elderly man with white hair gasped.

Upon hearing this, many cultivators' eyes flickered in shock.

"It's actually from the foreign realm?" Some young prodigies showed curious expressions.

Though they had heard of the foreign realm, they had never been near that place, let alone seen what beings from there looked like.

Jun Xiaoyao also showed an intrigued look.

He remembered that Supreme Yuan had gone to the foreign realm and brought back the upper volume of the Body Scripture.

But he was contaminated by the foreign realm's dark matter and regrettably perished as a result.

"Hehe, friend, you truly have keen eyes. Indeed, this is a being from the foreign realm's Demon Race," the elderly host chuckled.

"How could a foreign realm being appear here? Could it be that the foreign realm is planning to invade the divine realm again?" Some elderly cultivators couldn't remain calm.

Because such things had happened before.

It had caused catastrophic losses among divine realm beings. Even immortal forces couldn't withstand it, and many were destroyed.

That level of catastrophe could sweep across the entire Nine Heavens Divine Realm.

There would be no safe haven in the entire divine realm.

"Friend, you're taking it too seriously. The foreign realm hasn't made any major moves for a long time. At most, there are minor skirmishes, with occasional beings entering the divine realm, only to be killed or captured," the elderly host said with a smile.

Hearing this, some elderly people finally relaxed slightly.

Now, everyone began to carefully examine this Demon Race being.

"Tsk tsk, I never thought we'd see a live Demon Race being. This is truly a powerful race from the foreign realm," a cultivator marveled.

Like the divine realm, the foreign realm also had countless races.

Among them were many powerful races, even immortal imperial clans, such as the Ancient Lan Clan, the Other Shore Clan, the Zu'an Clan, and so on.

While the Demon Race couldn't be considered an immortal imperial clan, they were still a powerful royal clan in the foreign realm with deep foundations.

Being able to see a live Demon Race member was quite an extraordinary thing for the cultivators present.

"This is the powerful Demon Race from the foreign realm. That slave who has to fight it is going to be unfortunate."

"Indeed, the aura from that cage is also very strong, but unfortunately, they encountered the foreign realm's Demon Race."

The other cage hadn't been unveiled yet, but most people present believed the Demon Race would definitely win.

After all, being a powerful foreign realm race naturally gave people an impression of strength.

Seeing this, the elderly host stroked his beard and said: "Everyone, don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. The other slave is also extremely powerful."

As he spoke, the cloth was pulled away from the iron cage.

Everyone looked closely.

They saw a young man sitting cross-legged in the iron cage.

The young man had black hair that reached the ground, was bare-chested, with golden patterns branded on his body that converged at his chest, forming a sun totem.

Equally eye-catching were the numerous horrific scars on his body, one after another, making people wonder how this man had managed to survive.

At present, the man had his eyes closed, paying no attention to the outside clamor, as if he were meditating.

"Just this?"

Upon seeing this young man, many cultivators were stunned.

They had thought some extraordinary character would appear.

But it was just a young man with decent cultivation.

Compared to the foreign realm's Demon Race, this man was somewhat disappointing.

"Everyone, don't underestimate him. He should be from the Xuantian Divine Realm, possibly an heir to a top force there," the elderly host said.

"Xuantian Divine Realm?"

At this, some cultivators' eyes began to flicker.

Between the nine divine realms lay endless cosmic seas and dimensional spaces.

Crossing between divine realms was no simple matter.

This young man's cultivation level clearly wasn't particularly high, so he must have been brought here by other powerful beings.

And now only he remained.

The elderly host didn't say much more.

Because this young man refused to speak about his identity and background.

The Treasure Trading Association obviously couldn't know about forces in the Xuantian Divine Realm, so they weren't clear about his background either.

It was only used as a selling point because he came from another divine realm.

Now, both sides of the battle were clear.

But anyone with eyes could see that the Demon Race should win overwhelmingly.

As for that young man, although he was from the Xuantian Divine Realm, no one knew his identity or background.

They also didn't know which force he inherited from.

Therefore, almost no one bet on his victory.

"This Holy Son bets sixty divine source stones on the foreign realm's Demon Race victory," the Yin-Yang Holy Son placed his bet.

Only a fool wouldn't take such easy money.

"I also bet fifty divine source stones on the foreign realm's Demon Race victory," the elegant man beside the Yin-Yang Holy Son also placed a bet.

He was Prince Xia Lan of the Great Xia Dynasty, also a Holy Son of the Spirit Scripture Academy.

"I'll just bet ten divine source stones, I'm poor..." Hua Xiqing said regretfully.

Additionally, the Golden-Winged Small Peng King, Ye Xingyun, and others all bet on the Demon Race.

In their view, this was free money.

At this time, Wu Mingyue's voice came from an elegant private box.

"We bet on that young man to win, four hundred divine source stones!"

When this was said, the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone's gaze turned toward that private box.

"Did I hear that wrong? Four hundred divine source stones, which rich person is this?"

"Even an heir to an immortal force wouldn't casually produce so many divine source stones, right?"

"And this bet is completely wrong, do they want to lose everything including their underwear?"

"Hearing the voice, it seems to be that Divine Dynasty Princess..."

The entire venue erupted in an uproar, many people were stunned.

Earlier, when association young master Qian Duo personally led Jun Xiaoyao to the VIP box, no one knew it was Jun Xiaoyao's box.

And after Wu Mingyue went in, everyone thought it was the Divine Dynasty Princess's box.

"Ah, that Princess is truly a wealthy lady, but unfortunately too aloof..." the Yin-Yang Holy Son said with a smile.

He believed Wu Mingyue was just wasting divine source stones.

Just as everyone was in an uproar, the young man sitting cross-legged in the iron cage suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward Jun Xiaoyao's box.

Those pure golden eyes, covered in runes, were as sharp as eagle eyes, seemingly piercing through space to meet Jun Xiaoyao's gaze!