“Boom!”
The thunder dragon, brimming with endless lightning, surged forward with unstoppable speed, crashing into Yue Xingchen’s defense. A deafening roar erupted, waves of energy surging like a stormy sea.
“Boom!”
From head to tail, the dragon’s impact shattered Yue Xingchen’s defense as its tail dissolved into energy. The shockwave sent Yue Xingchen reeling, another mouthful of blood spilling.
“Still fighting?” Lin Xiao was astonished. Yue Xingchen, second on the Heavenly Star List, endured his barrage of ultimate moves without being crippled, retaining combat strength.
“Then I’ll beat you until you can’t!”
Gripping the Yaoguang Broken Sword, Lin Xiao activated the Yaoguang Sword Art. His body seemed to turn translucent, immense waves of energy radiating outward, an aura of timeless dominance emanating.
In that moment, Lin Xiao stood like an unrivaled sovereign, his presence alone seeming to shake the heavens.
An ancient pressure enveloped the arena.
“Chi!”
Blinding white light burst from Lin Xiao, illuminating the sky. The Yaoguang Broken Sword, infused with his power, exuded a terrifying aura, oppressing all. The crowd felt an inexplicable weight.
Amplified by the Yaoguang Sword Art and the sword’s innate power, Lin Xiao’s strike reached a horrifying peak.
With a slash, a dazzling white sword beam shot forth, carrying world-annihilating force, slicing towards Yue Xingchen.
Yue Xingchen’s face paled, forcing out a Four-Star Defense. The technique drained him immensely, causing him to spit blood.
Boom!
The sword beam struck the incomplete defense, erupting into towering waves of energy. Yue Xingchen, overwhelmed, spat blood again, his body hurtling backward.
“Xiu!”
Lin Xiao, lightning-fast, pursued, closing in on Yue Xingchen.
After the Yaoguang Sword Art, Yue Xingchen was significantly injured but likely still had some fight left.
A master of seizing opportunities, Lin Xiao wouldn’t give him a chance to recover. As he neared, he prepared the Chaos-Reversing Three Forms.
Given Yue Xingchen’s strength, Lin Xiao was confident this wouldn’t kill him.
“Wait, I surrender! I surrender!” Yue Xingchen shouted, battered by Lin Xiao’s relentless assault. Injured and outmatched, he knew continuing risked being incapacitated.
The brewing attack’s terrifying aura convinced him it was no weaker than the last.
Yue Xingchen seethed inwardly. How was Lin Xiao such a monster, dominating him—a Third Realm Martial Venerable—with peak Martial King cultivation and fourth-grade high-level spiritual power, leaving no room to counter?
The crowd was stunned. Yue Xingchen, a Third Realm Martial Venerable and second on the Heavenly Star List, had conceded.
Lin Xiao, the legend who turned the tide in the ultimate battlefield, was formidable enough to force Yue Xingchen’s surrender at peak Martial King.
“Chi!”
Lin Xiao halted, ceasing pursuit. Since Yue Xingchen surrendered, and it wasn’t a life-or-death match, continuing was pointless.
“He lost! Yue Xingchen surrendered, haha!” Wang Long’s laughter rang out among Tianmen disciples.
“Hmph, let’s see if the Moon Gate dares trouble Tianmen again!” Ba Hu added.
“Gate Master’s unstoppable!”
Tianmen disciples buzzed with excitement, thrilled at the thought of Moon Gate disciples cowering before them.
In contrast, Moon Gate disciples looked like frostbitten eggplants, their faces grim.
They’d come to flaunt their power and humiliate Tianmen, only for their Gate Master to lose, their pride thoroughly crushed.
Despite their fury and reluctance, they had no retort.
“A miracle-maker, defeating the second-ranked Heavenly Star List fighter at peak Martial King—a first in Shengyuan Academy’s history.”
“Wonder what would happen if he fought Wu Tian?”
“They probably won’t clash now, but the top spot on the Heavenly Star List is in question.”
“I see a supreme prodigy rising!”
The crowd’s fervent discussions echoed, young disciples’ faces alight with admiration.
A martial cultivator should be like Lin Xiao.
Xiahou Wanyu, Xiahou Li, and the Xiahou family’s faces turned livid, uglier than ever. Lin Xiao had once again humiliated them.
Not only was it not a life-or-death match, but Yue Xingchen couldn’t even defeat him. Xiahou Li’s earlier boast of a crippling life-or-death match now seemed laughable—who would cripple whom was unclear.
“Since Brother Yue concedes, I’ll accept,” Lin Xiao said with a faint smile.
Yue Xingchen’s face darkened. A top genius of Shengyuan Academy, adored by many, he’d lost to a boy nearly eight years younger, a mere peak Martial King.
It was a monumental disgrace.
Yet, he was helpless.
“The match is decided. This spar ends!” Baili He’s voice boomed from above, relieved by the outcome.
“Lin Xiao!” As Baili He prepared to dismiss the crowd, a furious voice rang out. A middle-aged man stepped from the crowd.
It was Xiahou Li, his eyes fixed on Lin Xiao in the air. “Dare to fight me?”
The crowd froze. Xiahou Li, in his forties, a Fifth Realm Martial Venerable, challenging Lin Xiao? The audacity stunned everyone.
