“What is he trying to do!?”
“Is he crazy? Is he going to commit suicide!?”
“These two guys are getting crazier by the minute.”
Leo’s unusual behavior left the watching cultivators puzzled.
On the side of the Golden Family, Cristofer Golden’s face changed as he couldn’t understand what Leo was up to.
In the air above the Life and Death Platform, in the blink of an eye, Leo’s figure disappeared into the Purple Nether Flame Beast.
The terrifying high temperature instantly enveloped Leo, a temperature high enough to melt spiritual weapons.
Within Leo’s dantian, the Nine-Petal Ice-Soul Lotus began to rotate, emitting an extremely cold aura.
The Purple Nether Flame, which swept towards Leo, couldn’t advance half an inch within ten inches of Leo’s body.
In front of the Nine-Petal Ice-Soul Lotus, even the Purple Nether Flame had to yield.
Leo turned his head and started searching for the Origin Beast Fire.
Soon, Leo’s eyes flashed, locking onto the location of the Origin Beast Fire.
As Leo’s gaze fell upon the Origin Beast Fire, it seemed to sense something and began to retreat, concealing itself within layers of purple flames.
Leo’s figure flickered and caught up with the Origin Beast Fire.
Leo extended his right hand, and the power of extreme cold transformed into ice crystals that covered his hand, resembling a pair of ice-white gloves.
In the next moment, Leo grabbed the Origin Beast Fire in his hand.
The Origin Beast Fire immediately struggled, emitting a terrifying high temperature.
“Hmph, still dare to resist!” Leo snorted coldly as a frigid aura emanated from his hand.
The bone-chilling cold enveloped the Origin Beast Fire. A layer of frost formed on the Origin Beast Fire, causing it to tremble.
“What’s going on? My Origin Beast Fire!?” In mid-air, Anton’s expression changed when Leo grabbed the Origin Beast Fire.
“Shatter!” Leo shouted.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Purple Nether Flame Beast, standing tall in mid-air like a small mountain, suddenly exploded into a rain of fire.
Leo’s figure once again appeared in everyone’s sight, standing proudly in mid-air.
“The Flame Spirit actually exploded! Look at what he has in his hand!” someone exclaimed.
“It’s the Origin Beast Fire, the Origin Beast Fire of the Purple Nether Flame Beast!” Cristofer Golden’s face turned pale with shock.
“My Origin Beast Fire, you… you actually caught it!?” Anton’s pupils contracted, his face becoming extremely ugly as disbelief filled his voice.
“Give it back to me!” Anton let out a desperate roar and charged towards Leo.
“Give it back to you? Is that possible?” Leo sneered and clenched his right hand.
A small cracking sound echoed in the air above the Life and Death Platform.
This cracking sound made the hearts of all cultivators present skip a beat.
Leo easily crushed the Purple Nether Flame Beast’s Origin Beast Fire with his fingers, reducing it to nothingness.
This scene left the watching cultivators speechless and their faces blank with astonishment.
“Damn it!” Jameson’s face turned cold as he watched the Origin Beast Fire shatter. Killing intent surged in his eyes as he unleashed his powerful Spirit Saint aura.
It should be noted that it was extremely difficult to obtain an Origin Beast Fire from a demonic beast. It had to be harvested from a living demonic beast. Once the demonic beast died, the Origin Beast Fire would dissipate as well.
Back then, it took great effort for their Golden Family to extract the Origin Beast Fire from a severely injured Purple Nether Flame Beast.
The shattering of the Purple Nether Flame Beast’s Origin Beast Fire caused Anton, who was charging towards Leo, to freeze in place.
Anton felt as if he had been hit by a huge backlash. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his complexion turned pale. His aura instantly wilted.
Leo had been waiting for this moment. Cold light flashed in his eyes as his figure turned into an afterimage in mid-air. He aimed his Dragon Sword directly at Anton’s chest.
“Stop! The Golden Family surrenders!”
Just as Leo made his move, a furious shout suddenly resounded throughout the arena, causing the eardrums of the watching cultivators to ache.
Jameson had already rushed towards the Life and Death Platform, and it was he who shouted.
Leo’s Dragon Sword stopped one inch away from Anton’s chest.
Leo glanced at Jameson who had rushed over but didn’t kill his son.
Although one could kill their opponent on the Life and Death Platform during a duel, since the Golden Family had already admitted defeat, if Leo were to kill Anton, Jameson and others would definitely seek revenge. That would be troublesome.
Leo suppressed his killing intent but didn’t retract his Dragon Sword. “Mr. Golden, you are not the one I dueled with. Your surrender means nothing.”
Leo’s cold gaze focused on Anton’s face.
Under everyone’s gaze, Anton’s handsome face twisted with shame and malice. His disheveled hair danced wildly as his eyes gleamed with venomous hatred. His figure moved like a streak of light with incredible speed as he launched a heavy palm strike towards Leo’s back.