I am really not a medical immortal.

Chapter 1811 - 1810: Three Thousand Ruishui River

The right hand casually reached out, like an eagle grabbing a chick, rudely lifting him up.

"I already told you before, that no matter how meticulously planned, it ultimately amounts to nothing. Why don’t you believe me?" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head and said.

"How, how could you be unharmed? This is a poison that took me thirty years to concoct. Even a Mahayana Realm monster would suffer, let alone you at Foundation Establishment Peak!" The elder from the Heavenly Horse Clan shouted incredulously.

"Are you stupid? This is the Wangu Arena; everything gets suppressed here, let alone mere poison!" Zhang Xiaohao retorted disdainfully.

Crack!

He squeezed with his palm, giving no chance to speak again, immediately slaying him and taking his storage bag unnoticed, throwing it into the Heaven and Earth Furnace within his body.

At the same time, a hundred faint golden rays of light once again rushed into his body, being absorbed and refined.

After a while, Zhang Xiaohao turned around, his indifferent eyes looking down at the crowd below.

"Anyone else want to come up and die? If not, then keep quiet! Don’t waste my time." Zhang Xiaohao said fiercely.

"You little brat, you’re too arrogant!"

"Human boy, if you dare come down, I promise not to hit you!"

"Humph!"

Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators commented sarcastically.

After fighting for three days and nights, looking at Zhang Xiaohao, not only did he not feel fatigued, but instead he became more vigorous. Besides, anyone who came onto the stage couldn’t even withstand one move from him and was slain. They were not fools; going up to be humiliated under cultivation suppression—isn’t that asking for death?

"A bunch of cowards!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

Just as he was about to turn and sit down, an arrogant voice sounded.

"Human boy, I hear you’re quite wild!" As he spoke, a green-robed youth, leading ten thousand Sea Clan companions, coldly approached, causing the surrounding people to clear a path.

After a while, the green-robed youth stopped beneath the first Wangu Arena.

"Indeed, a bit wild. Trash like you—I could crush thousands of you with just a fart!" Zhang Xiaohao nodded seriously.

"You insolent fool! To speak to this Prince like that, you must be seeking death!" The green-robed youth’s face darkened, speaking murderously.

"Just you? You have the skill?" Zhang Xiaohao said disdainfully.

"Humph! Does defeating you require the Prince’s hand? The Prince could casually send someone to kill you! Ruo Ling, go up and slaughter him; with your Ruoshui River ability, even restricted to Foundation Establishment Peak, you’re unmatched in your level, killing him would be as effortless as plucking an herb." The green-robed youth ordered.

"Mm." The young woman beside the green-robed youth nodded slightly.

Raising an icy face, she looked at Zhang Xiaohao, barely hiding the killing intent in her eyes.

Swoosh!

With a flicker of her delicate body, she appeared on the Wangu Arena.

"I’ll give you a chance, while I have yet to strike, settle it yourself; otherwise, once I act, you’ll wish for death endlessly!" Ruo Ling said coldly.

"Are you worthy? Check if your hair has fully grown before boasting in front of me!" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"You insolent fool! You’re seeking death!" Ruo Ling shouted murderously.

Just then, the protection time ended, with no more protection, a cold flash appeared in Ruo Ling’s eyes; her hands twisted and she shouted, "Three Thousand Weak Water!!!"

Whoosh!

With her words falling, she spat out Three Thousand Weak Water, forming a small river, sealing Zhang Xiaohao’s paths of escape, rushing towards him.

"Weak Water? You’re one of the three royal clans of the Sea Clan?" Zhang Xiaohao frowned.

Previously in the Canghai Dragon Secret Realm Space, he encountered weak water once, leaving a deep impression; he was hunted by an old monster—how could he not remember!

Meanwhile, information about Weak Water appeared in his mind.

With a playful smile, he calmly awaited the coming of weak water.

Two seconds later, the weak water river formed from Three Thousand Weak Water rushed over, seeing Zhang Xiaohao standing unresponsive, Ruo Ling’s beautiful face showed an arrogant smile as if seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s imminent demise.

Zzzzzz!

The small river formed by Three Thousand Weak Water struck Zhang Xiaohao, surprising everyone.

Zhang Xiaohao wasn’t harmed, instead showing a satisfied expression.

"In such hot weather, having cold water for a bath really feels great!" Zhang Xiaohao laughed.

"What? Impossible! This is the Princess’ innate weak water, where it flows, not even a feather can fly, let alone you!" Ruo Ling cried out.

"Want to know why? Ask King Yan in the afterlife!" Zhang Xiaohao replied coldly.

Whoosh!

His figure flashed, appearing beside Ruo Ling.

Blast!

Seeing him approach, Ruo Ling quickly reacted, leaping aside.

"Want to leave? I haven’t agreed!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Get over here!"

With a roar, Zhang Xiaohao’s right hand suddenly grasped, releasing a tremendous suction, causing the opponent’s body to uncontrollably fly towards him.

"Ah! Let me go!" Seeing this, Ruo Ling’s expression changed, crying out.

The Ruoshui Clan’s innate skill is weak water; if someone could breach their weak water, it would be like disabling them.

Bam!

Just as her body rushed over, Zhang Xiaohao kicked her face, knocking her to the ground, then rushed over, rudely stepping on her head.

With a shattering sound!

A splash of blood; this direct descendant of the Ruoshui Clan was undeniably dead.

Dealing with her, Zhang Xiaohao seized her storage bag and squinted at the green-robed youth below.

"Hiding behind women—what kind of skill is that? If you’re a man, come out and fight me!" Zhang Xiaohao taunted.