Chapter 638 Who Wins and Who Loses

On the ring, Zhao Fuhua was suppressed and unable to move. He used all his strength to resist the flames surrounding him. He gritted his teeth and could not utter a word.

On the high platform, Ye Yuan smiled with satisfaction and spread his hands, "I'm so sorry, Princess Luozhi, the young domain master is full of fighting spirit and has no intention of admitting defeat."

Zhao Luozhi gritted his teeth and said, "You are talking nonsense!"

Zhao Fuhua was obviously suppressed by Qin Chuan's soul power and couldn't speak. Even if she wanted to admit defeat, she couldn't say it!

Despicable people from Jinglong Territory! When she returns, she will definitely report this to her father!

The Canghai Region will never accept such humiliation!

On the ring, flames shot up into the sky, making Zhao Fuhua's figure look very small.

Sweat mixed with dust slid down his taut jaw, dripped onto the charred ground, and evaporated instantly.

Qin Chuan's figure looked particularly cold against the backdrop of the flames. He raised his hands lightly, as if controlling invisible chains to bind Zhao Fuhua tightly.

Zhao Fuhua's eyes were like torches, and he was already having difficulty breathing. His chest heaved violently, and every breath was accompanied by hot air tearing at his throat, but he still clenched his teeth, not letting a single sound of weakness escape.

He is the young master of Canghai Territory, how can he show weakness in front of such a lowly person!

The track drawn by sweat and dust was like the unyielding track in his heart. Even though his body was torn to the limit by the invisible force, his figure did not bend at all.

The noise of the surrounding audience seemed to have faded away, leaving only the confrontation between him and Qin Chuan.

Countless images flashed through Zhao Fuhua's mind - the glory of his family, his father's expectations, and the training scenes of himself falling and getting up countless times.

But even though he felt that his willpower was very strong, he still couldn't break through Qin Chuan's encirclement.

On the opposite side, Qin Chuan seemed to have recovered some strength. He narrowed his eyes, slowly raised his other hand, and the power of the dark law slowly surged in his palm. He looked at him and moved his lips lightly.

Zhao Fuhua clearly read what he wanted to say, "Go to hell."

His heart sank suddenly, the air around him seemed to freeze, and even the flow of time slowed down.

He felt an unprecedented pressure, like the falling night, swallowing up the light bit by bit.

In Qin Chuan's palm, the power of the dark law became increasingly strong, like the gaze of the abyss, carrying an irresistible sense of destruction.

The huge black ball of light slowly solidified, and finally, with Qin Chuan's roar, it fell directly towards Zhao Fuhua with an irresistible sense of destruction.

Zhao Fuhua's pupils suddenly shrank. The dark power of the law was like a world-destroying torrent, carrying a suffocating and terrifying pressure, and instantly filled his vision.

The arena beneath his feet could no longer withstand this force and began to crack. A dim light seeped out from the cracks that spread all around, interweaving with the deepest ink color in the night sky.

Zhao Fuhua retreated violently, his clothes fluttering, and the spiritual power in his body surged, trying to resist this catastrophic disaster.

However, the black ball of light followed him like a shadow, and its speed was so fast that it exceeded his imagination. Wherever it passed, the space was distorted, as if even light could not escape its swallowing.

His pupils shrank sharply, and he had no way to escape. He could only watch helplessly as he was devoured by the power of the law of darkness, leaving behind only a scream.

On the ring, Qin Chuan looked at Zhao Fuhua who was being swallowed, with a hint of satisfaction in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

At the edge of the ring, the wind seemed to freeze, carrying an ominous hum.

Where Qin Chuan stood, the hem of his clothes moved without wind, and in his deep eyes, pleasure and determination were intertwined, as if at this moment, he was no longer the cold young man, but the judge who controlled life and death.

His fingers gently stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist, and every touch seemed to resonate with some ancient power.

All around, the exclamations and discussions in the audience seats were gradually replaced by an inexplicable oppression, and everyone's eyes were focused on the area shrouded in darkness.

The faint light in the crack became stronger and stronger, like the eye of the abyss, peeking at this world.

Where Zhao Fuhua disappeared, only a distorted space remained, like the ripples on the water surface after a huge rock was thrown into it, which continued to spread but was forcibly smoothed out by the invisible dark force.

Everyone was shocked. Zhao Fuhua, dead?

This won’t do!

How could the young lord of Canghai Territory die in Shenxiao City!

Luo Li also gripped the armrest tightly, looked up at Ye Yuan, and said coldly, "Zhao Fuhua cannot die in Shenxiao City."

Hearing this, Ye Yuan on the high platform nodded and immediately flew down. His figure was like a ghost, and his black robe drew a sharp arc in the night sky, heading straight for the distorted space.

Soul power surged throughout his body, and his eyes flashed with a calm light, as if it could penetrate all darkness.

As his footsteps landed, the ground trembled slightly, and circles of soul power ripples visible to the naked eye spread from under his feet, forming a subtle confrontation with the space eroded by darkness.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and whispered an ancient and mysterious spell. Every syllable seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth, causing the air around him to tremble.

As the spell was completed, brilliant light burst out from Ye Yuan's body, like falling stars, illuminating the entire area shrouded in darkness.

The light contained the power of purification and rebirth, and it collided violently with the faint light in the crack, erupting with a deafening roar, as if the heaven and earth were to change color at this moment.

A moment later, Zhao Fuhua, whose original appearance was almost unrecognizable, fell to the ground from the crack.

Zhao Luozhi, who had been pinned down in his seat, came down from the platform in a panic and helped the unconscious Zhao Fuhua up, "Brother! Brother!!"

Zhao Luozhi's hands trembled as she gently lifted Zhao Fuhua's face, which was covered in dust and scars. Her eyes were filled with anxiety and tears. Her voice was hoarse with fear, but she still tried her best to maintain her sanity.

"Brother, wake up and look at me..." Her call echoed in the empty square, carrying endless sadness and expectation.

Zhao Fuhua's face was as pale as paper, his hair was burned off, and blood was gushing out of the corners of his mouth, but his chest was still rising and falling weakly, proving the tenacity of life.

"Stop yelling." Luo Li walked down from the platform and pressed her forehead. "If you don't use the elixir to heal him, I'm afraid he's really going to die."

Zhao Luozhi heard these words suddenly, but because he was scared he didn't recognize whose voice it was.

She hurriedly took out a Soul Emperor Pill that was emitting a faint light from her space ring. She pursed her lips. This was the only Soul Emperor Pill her father gave her.

Zhao Luozhi's hands trembled slightly. The Soul Emperor Pill in her palm seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, emitting a soft and mysterious light, reflecting Zhao Fuhua's blood-stained face.