Chapter 1263

Bogard was a short and thin middle-aged man. The reason why Belif let him go second was that he was different from Loeffe in the previous match. He was a powerhouse who excelled in speed and agility. Loeffe's previous physique cultivator with strong defense was unable to cause any trouble to Gu Ding, so Belif decided to change his way of thinking.

After entering the arena, Bogard looked at Gu Ding with a slightly wary gaze.

He and Loeffe were both Perfect Lord-Level powerhouses. Even with Loeffe's defense, he was almost killed by Gu Ding in one blow. If Bogard was hit, he might be in danger of dying immediately.

'I must not be hit, or I'll be finished …' Bogard told himself silently in his heart.

As soon as the countdown in the arena ended, Bogard's figure suddenly disappeared.

"Interesting …"

Even Gu Ding could not help but raise his eyebrows. Bogard seemed to have a divine ability that allowed him to obtain extreme speed. In terms of speed alone, his opponent had exceeded the limits of a Perfect Lord-Level powerhouse and was infinitely close to the level of a Lord. This was a level of speed that Gu Ding could not reach at the moment.

However, being unable to keep up with his opponent's speed did not mean that Gu Ding could not defeat him. He still calmly extended a finger toward the void.

Following that, a purple electric arc bounced out from his fingertip.

The electric arc jumped in the void at a terrifying speed, drawing a semicircle around Gu Ding's body before suddenly coming to a stop.

In the next instant, a figure appeared behind Gu Ding. His brown hair stood on end, and his entire body was charred black. The black figure that had frozen in place fell to the ground.

Gu Ding did not look at his opponent a second time from beginning to end. Instead, he shouted toward the Wargod Palace below the arena, "Next!"

The Wargod Palace sent another person up and carried Bogard off the arena.

The surrounding crowd was abuzz with discussion. The reason for their discussion was naturally that Gu Ding had used a second attribute of power.

Under normal circumstances, when one reached Lord-Level, everyone would only cultivate a single attribute of power. They would comprehend the precept of that power to the extreme and obtain three hundred and sixty precept inscriptions. Only then would they consider whether to cultivate a second attribute of power or break through to Lord level.

Gu Ding, on the other hand, had displayed the Spacetime Rule in his first battle and the Thunder Rule in his second battle. Moreover, these two types of Rule Powers could instantly kill a Perfect Lord-Level powerhouse. This meant that Gu Ding had comprehended these two types of Rule Powers to the extreme and had three hundred and sixty secret rule inscriptions. On the other hand, Gu Ding was only a Lesser Lord. This made many of the lord-level powerhouses envious.

"What kind of Precept Power does Gu Ding major in?"

"What abilities does Gu Ding's Life Divine Weapon have?"

Many people were making all kinds of guesses.

The Palace of Gods of War quickly sent out their third challenger. It was a Sword Cultivator with powerful attacks.

As usual, Gu Ding only pointed a finger. This time, he used the power of the Flame Rule. With a single point of his finger, the entire arena exploded and was drowned in flames.

When the flames receded, the charcoal-like sword cultivator was carried away again.

Then, the Palace of War Gods sent out the fourth and fifth challengers.

All the way until the seventh person was killed by Gu Ding's finger without any suspense.

The onlookers slowly realized that Gu Ding had not been fighting seriously at all. He had been testing his moves on the Palace of Gods of War's challengers.

From the first to the seventh battle, Gu Ding had used the different attributes of Rule Powers. They were the Spacetime Rule, the Thunder Rule, the Flame Rule, the Ice Rule, the Gale Rule, the Earth Rule, and the Metal Rule.

All seven types of Rule Powers could kill a Perfect Lord-Level powerhouse in one blow. This also meant that Gu Ding had cultivated all seven types of Rule Powers to the Perfect Lord-Level with three hundred and sixty secret rule inscriptions.

This stunned everyone present.

As the challenges continued, the faces of the people from the Palace of Gods of War grew uglier.

As for the other forces, most of them looked like they were watching a good show.

Initially, many of the forces maintained a neutral attitude and did not lean towards either the Warlord Hall or the Palace of Gods of War. However, they were secretly pleased to see the Palace of Gods of War suffer. The Palace of Gods of War was a high and mighty Seven-star Sacred Ground. Seeing the Palace of Gods of War fall from their pedestal naturally gave them an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

In the Palace of Gods of War's camp, Beliv's expression was extremely gloomy. Although he knew from the beginning that it would be very difficult to defeat Gu Ding, he did not expect that none of the powerhouses he had sent could even take a single blow from Gu Ding.

He quickly swept his gaze across the Perfect Lord-Level powerhouses in his camp. Under his gaze, all the Perfect Lord-Level powerhouses lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. They all knew that they would only embarrass themselves if they went up, so they might as well hide obediently and not embarrass themselves in the ring.

At this moment, a black figure slowly revealed himself beside Beliv. He said to Beliv, "Palace Master, let me go!"

The expressions of many of the other forces turned slightly serious when they saw the man in black.

"It's the Shadow Guard of the Palace of Gods of War …" Neptune recognized him with a single glance. "The Shadow Guards are all monstrous powerhouses selected from the collateral bloodlines of the Palace of Gods of War. They undergo hellish training to become powerhouses. It's said that only one out of every ten Shadow Guards can become a real Shadow Guard. The rest basically all die during training. The cultivation methods and divine powers that the Shadow Guards cultivate are different from the other members of the Palace of Gods of War. They are all killing techniques. "

Beliv's gaze landed on the Shadow Guard before him. As the Palace Master, he obviously recognized the Shadow Guard before him. The Shadow Guard before him was the most senior among the lord-level Shadow Guards. He had been stuck at Perfect Lord-Level for close to half an era, and he had never failed a mission to assassinate a lord-level. He was known as the strongest assassin below the lord-level.

"Shadow Eleven, you go then!" After hesitating for a moment, Beliv nodded in the end. Then, he secretly transmitted his voice, "Kill him at all costs!"

Shadow Eleven nodded without hesitation. Then, his figure flashed and appeared in the ring.

Gu Ding had heard of the Shadow Guards of the Palace of Gods of War. He knew that the opponent standing opposite him in the ring was a powerhouse who was proficient in assassination. However, this was an arena match. From a certain point of view, it was very restrictive for people who were proficient in assassination.

Others might be a little afraid when faced with an opponent who was proficient in assassination, but Gu Ding's expression did not change at all. In terms of assassination methods, no one below the lord-level could compare to the True Sage King Hark.

After becoming a True Sage King, Hark's strength had multiplied. Now, he was not any weaker than Biggie. Even so, in front of Gu Ding, he could only be crushed. This was determined by Gu Ding's absolute strength. It had nothing to do with who his opponent was.