Underworld.

Linley took Beibei, turned, and flew into the dim sky.

The entrance of the planar battlefield gradually receded behind them.

"Boss!"

"Those two guards are too arrogant!"

"Why can commanders and Lord Prefects enter as they please?"

Beibei transformed into a little mouse, sitting on Linley's shoulder and angrily waving his small fists.

Linley remained silent.

He turned back to glance at that huge spatial rift.

The rules established by Sovereigns could not be provoked.

The millions of elite troops in the military camp were definitely not just for show.

Charging in blindly was courting death.

"Let's go."

Linley softly uttered two words.

"Where to?"

Beibei raised his head.

"The nearest Lord Prefect city."

"Go get a Lord Prefect identity!"

Linley clenched his fists.

Beibei was stunned.

He opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Boss, you want to challenge a Lord Prefect?"

"That's an absolute Peak expert of the Underworld!"

Linley did not explain.

Big Brother Allen had already promised on the Netherworld Sacred Mountain.

As long as he killed five commander-level experts in the planar battlefield,

not only would he be able to resurrect his father Hogg, but he would also obtain a Lesser Sovereign Spark of the Laws of the Earth.

A Sovereign Spark!

This was a supreme treasure countless God-level Experts dreamed of.

Sovereigns always kept their word.

Big Brother Allen would never joke about such a matter.

Linley touched the coiling dragon ring on his chest.

His true body's physical body had undergone countless tempered refinements and was long since tough to the point of not resembling a human.

If he couldn't even obtain a Lord Prefect identity,

what qualifications did he have to go to the planar battlefield to hunt commanders?

Half a month later.

A massive city as black as ink spanned across the end of the plain.

The city walls reached tens of thousands of feet high, cast entirely from obsidian unique to the Underworld.

A long line was queuing at the city gates.

Linley paid the city entry fee and brought Beibei into this central city named "Yougu Prefecture".

The architectural style inside the city was extremely rough and wild.

Shops spliced together from giant white bones could be seen everywhere.

Linley did not linger on these bustling streets.

He walked straight toward the tallest building in the center of the city—the Yougu Battle Arena.

This was a place similar to a Hell Demon Castle, yet even bloodier and more cruel than a Demon Castle.

To challenge a Lord Prefect, one had to prove their strength here.

The spacious registration hall was bustling with noise.

A half-bald old man wearing black armor sat behind the counter.

"Registering to challenge a Lord Prefect?"

"What-star Fiend?"

Linley's tone was calm.

The old man didn't even raise his head, asking casually in tone.

"I don't have a title in the Underworld."

Linley's tone was calm.

The old man's movements paused as he lifted his eyelids to glance at Linley.

"Do you know the rules?"

"If you don't understand, get lost and go find out clearly!"

Beibei directly jumped onto the counter.

"Old man, you're courting death!"

"Believe it or not, I'll swallow you in one gulp!"

The old man's gaze turned cold, and a formidable aura of death suddenly erupted.

The pressure of a Highgod Peak directly pressed toward Beibei.

Linley reached out and pulled Beibei behind him.

He didn't budge an inch against the old man's pressure.

With a physical body at the level of a sovereign artifact, forcibly enduring this kind of aura was simply like a breeze brushing against his face.

A trace of astonishment flashed across the depths of the old man's eyes.

"Rather interesting."

"The rules are very simple."

"To challenge a Lord Prefect, you must first secure a hundred consecutive victories in the Yougu Battle Arena."

"All opponents are experts of the Seven-Star Fiend level."

The old man pointed at that huge blood-red arena outside the window.

"Challengers who die on it will have even their corpses eaten by wild dogs."

"Do you dare to go?"

Linley took the black bone token.

"Arrange it."

"The sooner the better."

The old man was stunned for half a second, then emitted a harsh, strange laugh.

"Fine."

"The first match will be in half an hour."

The huge blood-red arena floated in midair.

The surrounding spectator stands were densely packed with experts of the Underworld.

Hearing that someone wanted to challenge a Lord Prefect, countless experts swarmed over.

Most people held the mindset of watching a good show.

Winning a hundred consecutive matches against Seven-Star Fiends?

In the history of Yougu Prefecture, this hadn't appeared for tens of millions of years.

Linley leaped onto the arena.

Standing opposite him was a lean man entirely shrouded in a black robe.

"First match opponent, Seven-Star Fiend Ghost Shadow!"

The referee's voice spread across the entire venue.

A wave of excited shouts rang out from the spectator stands.

"Ghost Shadow's Death Scythe has killed quite a few tough nuts."

"This kid probably won't last past three rounds."

Ghost Shadow let out a spine-chilling laugh.

Without wasting words, he directly turned into a ball of black fog and vanished on the spot.

The bizarre nature of the Laws of death was displayed to the fullest at this moment.

A pale white scythe suddenly reached out from within the black fog.

Carrying a sharp whistling sound, the scythe went straight for Linley's neck, its speed reaching the absolute extreme.

Linley stood in place, with no intention of dodging at all.

"Die!"

Ghost Shadow roared wildly.

The exact moment the scythe was about to touch his skin,

Linley raised his right hand.

Without mobilizing any Divine Power, pure physical body strength erupted.

His index and middle fingers precisely pinched hold of that death scythe.

"Crack!"

The scythe, comparable to a high-god artifact, was actually snapped in half by brute force.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Ghost Shadow widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Linley threw a backhand punch.

Space emitted a teeth-aching twisting sound.

His fist fiercely smashed into Ghost Shadow's chest.

"Boom!"

The black robe shattered.

Ghost Shadow flew backward like a broken sack, smashing heavily against the barrier at the edge of the arena.

Fresh blood spewed wildly.

One-hit kill.

The Underworld experts on the spectator stands had their jaws drop to the floor.

The old man sitting on the high platform suddenly stood up.

"How is this possible?"

"Without relying on Divine Power, snapping a high-god artifact bare-handed?"

Linley ignored the external uproar.

He turned to look at the referee.

"Next."

Second match.

Third match.

Tenth match.

The speed of the challenges was dazzlingly fast.

Regardless of whether the person who went on stage was a maniac who Cultivated the Laws of Destruction or an assassin proficient in the Laws of the dark element,

they couldn't even survive a single move in front of Linley.

He didn't even draw the heavy sword on his back.

Relying purely on terrifying physical body strength to push horizontally through everything.

By the thirtieth match.

The onlookers were already completely numb.

This wasn't a challenge at all, but a one-sided crushing defeat.

Inside the Lord Prefect's Manor of Yougu Prefecture,

the current Yougu Lord Prefect, Monte, sat upon the lofty white bone throne.

He looked at the combat footage transmitted through the magic crystal, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Go investigate."

"Find out clearly what background this fellow actually has."

The subordinate acknowledged the order and withdrew.

Monte stared at Linley in the crystal, his fingers gently tapping on the armrest.

"His physical body is outrageously strong."

"Could he be a core member of some super Divine Beast Clan?"

The battle on the Blood-Battle Arena was still continuing.

Fiftieth match.

The opponent was a giant over three meters tall.

Cultivating the Laws of the Earth, his defensive power claimed the number one spot among Seven-Star Fiends in Yougu Prefecture.

The giant wielded a pair of broad axes, roaring as he charged toward Linley.

The gravity space of the Laws of the Earth directly enshrouded Linley.

Feeling the heavy pressure all around him, Linley finally moved.

Patches of cyan scales emerged from beneath his skin, and sharp dragon horns grew from his forehead.

Dragonform!

The bloodline power of the Azure Dragon Clan was thoroughly activated.