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TomatoMTLThe bat-shaped fangs hurtled through the air, the jet-black bat-wing-like magical artifact emitting a piercing shriek. The fangs at their tips gleamed with a ghostly light, clearly coated with potent poison.

If this attack succeeded, Qing Chen's strength would be severely weakened. Even a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator would suffer a great loss, let alone a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator!

A sinister smile crept across Yu Cheng's lips, as if he could already see Qing Chen's Qi Sea destroyed, collapsing to the ground, begging for mercy.

However, the instant the fangs appeared, a glint of light flashed in Qing Chen's eyes, who had been "struggling to hold on"!

He had long anticipated this scoundrel might resort to underhanded tactics, and now he had finally lured out Yu Cheng's last trump card.

"Hmph!"

Qing Chen pointed his fingers like a sword, and a drop of essence blood at his [Brahma Aperture] suddenly ignited, transforming into a three-foot-long blood sword that shot out.

The blood sword, seemingly solidified, churned with crimson energy, faintly emitting the sounds of wind and thunder, radiating considerable power. It struck the Bat Fang with unparalleled precision, arriving after the attack!

"Boom—!"

It was a decisive blow!

The crimson light and poisonous mist collided violently, erupting in a blinding flash.

The violent shockwave spread outwards, causing ripples to form on the protective light barrier of the dueling platform.

"What? This...this is impossible!"

The sneer on Yu Cheng's face froze instantly, replaced by incredulous horror.

He never expected that Qing Chen could still unleash such a fierce blood-path secret technique despite the interference of the 'Purple Gold Bell'!

Doesn't his soul feel pain?

What terrified him even more was that the blood sword, after shattering the 'Bat Fang,' continued its momentum, slashing down towards him with its remaining crimson light!

In this critical moment, Yu Cheng's figure suddenly blurred as he hastily summoned his Azure Umbrella.

The umbrella's surface shimmered with azure light, barely blocking the remaining force of the blood sword, but he was still forced back, his blood churning.

Worse still, the poisonous mist released after the bat's fangs shattered backfired on him!

Yu Cheng felt a sharp pain in his consciousness, his magical power sluggish, and he could no longer support the Purple-Gold Bell and the Soul-Snatching Hook.

In this split second, a cold glint flashed in Qing Chen's eyes!

He immediately activated his third hidden magical artifact—the Flying Swallow Boots.

A brilliant azure light emanated from his feet as he approached like a ghost, his speed far exceeding Yu Cheng's expectations.

A lightning shield protected him in front, his sword behind him, transforming into a bolt of lightning aimed directly at Yu Cheng's vitals!

"You..."

Yu Cheng was filled with shock and rage. He tried to use the Soul-Snatching Hook to defend himself, but his injured divine sense slowed him down.

"Crack!"

The hastily summoned emerald umbrella, under the combined attack of the Blood Sword's residual power and the secondary sword, instantly dimmed, cracks appeared on its surface, and it fell to the ground.

Knowing his end was near, Yu Cheng still tried to fight like a cornered beast.

His face was deathly pale. He retreated hastily, his voice hoarse as he roared, "Ah, how dare you! Senior Brother Mo will never forgive you!"

Qing Chen's eyes flashed even colder upon hearing this.

Even at this point, he still dared to threaten him?

With a knife to his throat, he still had the leisure to engage in verbal sparring, still daring to whine at him?

At this moment, he even admired the stupidity of this fool's brain. How could it be conceived?

He was utterly oblivious to death.

His sword technique changed, and the secondary sword blazed with lightning, weaving into a net of death.

The son sword of the Thunder Shadow Sword, unstoppable and carrying dazzling lightning, instantly pierced Yu Cheng's chest.

As the son sword pierced through, the lightning surged!

Yu Cheng's dantian was also obliterated by this destructive force! It was pulverized!

He was sent flying like a sack of potatoes, crashing heavily onto the light barrier, spitting out blood, unable to rise again, lying unconscious on the ground.

The entire arena erupted in uproar!

They never expected Qing Chen's strength to be so formidable; even the veteran outer disciple Yu Cheng was no match for him.

This battle, which started off one-sidedly, ended in such a dramatic manner.

Those who had previously underestimated Qing Chen were especially shocked.

Li Feiyu clapped his hands and laughed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Haha, Junior Brother Qing is indeed extraordinary! My judgment was right!"

Qing Chen's victory over Yu Cheng meant he was only slightly better than Mo Qiuxian, a victory that pleased him even more than winning a high-grade magic weapon.

Meanwhile, Mo Qiuxian's face was so dark it could drip water.

He stared intently at Qing Chen, whose breathing was steady on the stage, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He coldly snorted, "It was just a lucky win, nothing to be proud of."

He never expected that his trusted lieutenant would lose to an outer disciple who had only been in the sect for a little over ten years.

Just then, a sudden change occurred!

Seeing that Yu Cheng hadn't conceded defeat, Qing Chen formed a sword incantation and, without hesitation, activated his flying sword, aiming straight for Yu Cheng's head—since a mortal enemy had been formed, he would eliminate him completely!

"How dare you! To treat a fellow disciple so cruelly, you are truly inhuman!"

Mo Qiuxian roared, disregarding sect rules, a sharp sword light aimed straight for Qing Chen's back!

This sword strike was incredibly ruthless; it wasn't meant to intercept an attack, but clearly intended to kill Qing Chen!

"Mo Qiuxian, you are insolent!" Li Feiyu was prepared; a bronze shield instantly flew out, barely blocking the fatal blow.

The two high-grade magic weapons collided violently, the resulting spiritual pressure causing the disciples below to pale.

The power was far greater than the battle on the stage!

However, Mo Qiuxian's cultivation was ultimately superior. Although his high-grade flying sword was slowed for a few breaths, it still had enough power to fly towards Qing Chen!

Li Feiyu shouted, "Mo Qiuxian! You dare to break sect rules! You wantonly attack a fellow disciple! You're courting death!"

On the stage, Qing Chen felt a chill run down his spine; in this life-or-death moment, his ferocity surged.

He bit his tongue hard, and another drop of essence blood burned in his [Brahma Aperture]!

He unleashed the 'Blood Transformation' technique once more, simultaneously rotating his lightning shield and mother-and-child swords, adopting a desperate stance!

"Well done!" A glint of madness flashed in Qing Chen's eyes.

Mo Qiuxian had attacked first, violating the sect rules, and Li Feiyu had blocked most of his attacks.

Now was the time to act!

"Kill!"

With Qing Chen's addition, Li Feiyu's pressure was greatly reduced, and the two of them, working together, were evenly matched with Mo Qiuxian.

"Stop! Stop! All of you stop!" the Battle Hall disciples shouted, urging him to stop.

Unfortunately, none of the three paid him any attention, and the battle only intensified.

He was extremely anxious, yet he didn't know what to do.

Just as the three sides were locked in a stalemate, and the dueling platform was about to be completely destroyed—

"Stop, all of you!"

A thunderous roar resounded.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely powerful spiritual pressure, like a torrential downpour, swept across the entire dueling arena, causing the air to freeze.

Instantly, the high-grade and mid-grade magic weapons that had just been unleashing their power became sluggish and difficult to operate under this immense spiritual pressure.

As if their throats had been choked.

"Fighting within the