“It’s him!” Feng Ling’er exclaimed, and after uttering those words, she abruptly threw herself into Ye Weiyang’s arms beside her and burst into tears.

On the surface, Ye Weiyang seemed more cheerful and resilient than Feng Ling’er. However, in reality, Feng Ling’er was the truly strong one. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been the one to inherit the Saint Alliance Auction House.

But even if she was strong, she was still just a girl! That guy had been gone for nearly five years, with no news at all, not even a single message. Even the Scarlet Dragon Armor she had given him was shattered. Feng Ling’er had been telling herself almost daily, as if hypnotizing herself, that he was still alive. But deep down, she knew how low the chances of his survival were.

Today, here in the Saint Alliance Trial Grounds, she finally saw him again. No matter what, he was still alive! Even if Feng Ling’er had a thousand grievances in her heart, she couldn’t help but weep with joy at this moment. He was alive, he was still alive, he had returned.

Tears flowed like a spring. The strong controller of the Saint Alliance Auction House could no longer control her emotions.

Yes, the one who took off his cloak, revealing his true face, was none other than the Priest Temple’s only Discipline Priest, bald Sima Xian.

Compared to four years ago, he was even more muscular, but he had never forgotten his identity as a priest. His priest’s robe was stretched to its limit by his solid muscles. Just standing there gave people a sense of pressure like a mountain.

With golden light flashing in his eyes, Sima Xian stepped into the arena. He seemed to sense something and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the Warrior Temple’s VIP stand. However, the VIP stand was very high, and unless his eyes could turn corners, he certainly wouldn’t be able to see anything there.

The other person illuminated by the Light of Choice came from the Soul Temple. Because of Sima Xian’s action of taking off his robe, he entered the arena slightly earlier than Sima Xian.

The Saint Temple Competition was the ultimate glory for all participants. Being able to participate was an honor, and being able to earn points for one’s own temple in the competition was an even greater honor. Under such circumstances, no one would hold back.

Amidst the chanting of incantations, a dark purple hexagram had already appeared in front of the summoner. The next moment, a dark black door slowly rose before him.

A gloomy aura flowed in the air, with faint black light mist rippling.

Darkness attribute!

This summoner was actually an extremely rare dark summoner. The magic he was casting was called the Gate of Hell, which had the same idea as the Gate of Life. And the dark summoner’s strength was obviously quite powerful, as he was able to cast the Gate of Hell in such a short time. By the time Sima Xian had just stood still, his Gate of Hell had already appeared.

“Innate magic!” Ye Weiyang exclaimed, drawing Feng Ling’er’s agitated gaze to the arena.

Innate magic was generally only possible for summoners from the Soul Temple to cultivate. Summoners usually had their own innate summoned beasts, which, with careful nurturing, would become their greatest aid. However, not all summoners were able to find suitable magical beasts to subdue as their innate summoned beasts. In this case, they had another option: innate magic!

Innate magic involved imprinting a magic spell deep within one’s soul, making it a part of one’s body. Summoners with innate magic could no longer have an innate summoned beast. However, this magic spell would be upgraded to a higher level according to their strength, breaking through the limitations of the magic spell’s own level. There was no doubt that the dark summoner before them had achieved this. His innate magic was the Gate of Hell.

The Gate of Hell was originally a seventh-tier magic, like the Gate of Life. However, after becoming his innate magic, it became even more powerful with the improvement of his own cultivation.

The dark summoner looked to be about fifty years old, relatively young among the participants. His cultivation had also reached the peak of the eighth tier. With this powerful innate magic that had also been raised to the peak of the eighth tier, he was confident that he could face even a ninth-tier expert.

Feng Ling’er quickly wiped away the tears from her face and turned her gaze to the arena, unconsciously feeling intense worry.

Innate magic, the Gate of Hell, was a very powerful existence. Not only was its explosive power strong, but after the instant cast, the magic’s duration could even continue until all of the summoner’s magic power was exhausted.

Generally speaking, in individual matches, continuous magic like the Gate of Life and the Gate of Hell could not be cast because the chanting time was too long. But as innate magic, the dark summoner had completed it in a very short time, and it was also an advanced Gate of Hell, which was completely different.

Sima Xian was facing the Gate of Hell unarmed! Feng Ling’er knew this bald head’s abilities very well. Without the Light Strength Pill in hand, how much of his strength could he display?

Worry concealed the excitement, joy, and even deeper resentment in her heart. Feng Ling’er tightly gripped Ye Weiyang’s hand, nervously watching the situation in the arena.

Sima Xian didn’t stop after entering the arena, nor did he cast any skills. He just strode towards the dark summoner with his head held high. For ordinary people, his speed could be considered a brisk walk, but for the strong participants in the Saint Temple Competition, it was too slow.

The dark summoner on the opposite side looked at Sima Xian with some confusion, even wondering if he had been too cautious and used his innate magic right away.

Who was this guy? He looked at most thirty years old, and his body was so strong that he could even be compared to an earth dragon, but he was wearing a priest’s robe. It was too strange.

Moreover, this guy wasn’t using any skills and was just walking towards him like an ordinary person. The Saint Temple Competition’s individual matches had been going on for quite a while, but this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

This dark summoner also held a considerable position in the Summoner Temple, and his combat experience was extremely rich. After a brief moment of shock, he immediately made a decision. No matter what the opponent was like, he would go all out to earn this point for the Soul Temple.

The Gate of Hell’s power was already visible. One by one, hellhounds emitting dark red flames rushed out of the Gate of Hell, charging towards Sima Xian.

There were as many as twelve hellhounds. Hellhounds were dual-attribute hell creatures of darkness and fire. They were equivalent to sixth-tier human experts. They didn’t have any attack skills and were only good at physical attacks, but all physical attacks were accompanied by the effects of darkness and fire. They were extremely tough and tenacious. Once someone was entangled by them, it was a fight to the death.

Looking at the hellhounds, Sima Xian continued to stride towards the dark summoner. His bald head shone brightly under the light of the Trial Grounds.

The hellhounds were extremely fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, twelve hellhounds had rushed to Sima Xian.

These hellhounds were not only tyrannical, but they also seemed very organized. The three hellhounds in the front pounced on Sima Xian at the same time, while among the other nine, three leaped into the air, and the other six flanked from both sides, blocking all of Sima Xian’s forward routes.

The black and red light shone from the horns on their heads, pressing down on Sima Xian with the advantage of numbers.

The dark summoner was hovering above the Gate of Hell, chanting incantations, and the Gate of Hell seemed to emit even stronger spiritual energy fluctuations. Gloomy and deep, it was communicating with some creature in the hell dimension.

He didn’t think about using the hellhounds to defeat Sima Xian. It was enough to just entangle Sima Xian. In his opinion, as long as he completed the next magic spell, he would be guaranteed victory.

The most nervous person watching the battle was undoubtedly Feng Ling’er. Watching the unarmed Sima Xian being besieged by twelve hellhounds, she unconsciously held her breath. She cursed Sima Xian in her heart, “How old are you? You came to participate in the Saint Temple Competition? Are you here to die?”

However, the next scene shocked everyone.

Facing the pounce of the twelve hellhounds, Sima Xian remained unchanged, as if he didn’t see them. As the twelve hellhounds reached him, Sima Xian’s pace stopped, and his right foot heavily stomped on the ground.

With a loud bang, a thick golden flame suddenly swept out from his body, completely turning the area within a five-meter radius of Sima Xian’s body into a huge golden fireball.

What skill was this? Not to mention the people from other temples who were stunned, even the experts from the Knight Temple and the Priest Temple, who were best at light attribute abilities, were also dumbfounded.

The next moment, they saw that the bald head continued to stride towards the Gate of Hell as if nothing had happened. Behind him, the light and flames converged, and the twelve hellhounds had all disappeared, without leaving even a trace.

On the Knight’s VIP platform, Chen Zidian, the chief referee, couldn’t help but smile when he saw this scene. “What a powerful priest. This is not a skill at all, but the result of releasing spiritual power. Simple and direct.”

Others naturally couldn’t hear Chen Zidian’s words. They only saw that the muscular bald priest was still heading towards the Gate of Hell.

Instantly solving twelve hellhounds with extremely strong defense, was this something ordinary people could do?

The dark summoner’s emotions suddenly became tense. His chanting speed obviously accelerated, and as Sima Xian strode to within fifty meters of him, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

(To be continued)

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