Chu Wuchen's face contorted instantly, and veins bulged on his forehead.
That sword strike, seemingly casual, was actually imbued with his full power, even surpassing the force he used to defeat Xiao Yunlan by three points. Yet this seemingly frail girl before him blocked the attack without even moving an inch!
"Impossible..." he growled hoarsely, his hand gripping the demon sword trembling slightly.
Bai Ying slowly raised her eyes, her once calm eyes now gleaming with a faint golden light. She said softly:
"Cultivator Chu, is this all the strength you have?"
Chu Wuchen's face instantly turned ashen.
He abruptly withdrew his longsword, his demonic energy surging: "You're courting death!"
This time, the vengeful spirits on his demonic sword roared even more fiercely than before, and the power he used had exceeded the limit he could withstand.
A blood-red sword aura, tens of feet long, condensed on the sword's edge and slashed towards Bai Ying with earth-shattering force!
Suddenly, a blood-red light blazed in Chu Wuchen's eyes.
He abruptly withdrew his longsword, and demonic energy erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, the pitch-black flames dyeing half the sky black. The vengeful spirits on the demonic sword let out mournful howls, and the blade trembled violently, even spontaneously cracking open with several bloody marks.
"Go to hell!"
With a loud shout, a blood-red sword aura tens of feet long shot into the sky.
This sword strike had already exceeded Chu Wuchen's limits. Wherever the sword passed, space collapsed inch by inch, revealing dark void cracks.
The weaker cultivators in the spectator stands were almost knocked unconscious by the terrifying pressure.
However, Bai Ying remained standing still, not even the hem of her clothes twitching. She simply raised her hand, and the blue scale transformed into a stream of light to meet the sword energy. What was chilling was that at this moment, the surface of the scale was burning with eerie black flames, and the shadowy figure of a dragon could be vaguely seen moving within the flames.
"This is..." Chu Wuchen's pupils shrank suddenly, and an unprecedented fear instantly gripped his heart.
The moment the scales collided with the sword energy, there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a soft "hiss" sound.
But this soft sound struck Chu Wuchen like a thunderbolt—he watched helplessly as his proud crimson sword energy was easily pierced by the black flames as thin as paper!
Even more terrifying, the flames flowed upstream along with the sword energy and instantly clung to the demonic sword.
The vengeful spirits on the sword let out heart-wrenching screams, and one by one they were reduced to ashes in the flames. Chu Wuchen was horrified to discover that these flames were actually burning away his life-bound demonic energy!
"No--!!"
With a crisp crack, Chu Wuchen's natal demonic sword, which had accompanied him for nearly a century, shattered. Countless fragments of the sword were devoured by black flames in mid-air, leaving not even a trace of ash.
Instantly, the entire venue fell silent.
"What...what's going on?"
The entire training ground fell into an eerie silence.
The mortals stood frozen in place, dumbfounded, forgetting even to breathe.
Those cultivators who were usually aloof and superior all showed expressions of disbelief at this moment.
Chu Wuchen's strength is considered top-notch in this competition.
His cultivation was at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, just one step away from the Deity Transformation realm. Yet, this peerless genius was repeatedly defeated by this unknown girl?
"This...this is impossible!" The whisk in the hand of the Ziyang Sect elder fell to the ground with a "clatter".
"Just who is Xia Qingdai?" The elder of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect asked, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
Even Wei Ji, the immortal who had summoned Bai Ying, gaped, his face filled with disbelief. "Cultivator Bai, is she really that powerful?"
Chu Wuchen's face was extremely pale, his handsome features contorted with rage.
He stared intently at the seemingly frail girl before him, a storm raging within him—he had exerted all his strength, yet he couldn't even gauge her true abilities! What was even more terrifying was that, from beginning to end, the girl hadn't moved an inch!
"Damn it..."
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly took something out of his storage ring.
It was a completely black jade seal, and as soon as it appeared, the spiritual energy in the entire training ground began to surge.
The jade seal was covered with cracks, yet it exuded a suffocating aura of power.
"The Xuan Tian Seal?!" The Grand Elder of the Xuan Tian Sect abruptly stood up, his voice trembling. "This is our sect's most prized immortal artifact! It was lost three years ago, and it was stolen by you, you bastard!"
Chu Wuchen grinned maliciously as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Indeed, it is your Xuantian Sect's most prized treasure. Too bad, it's already mine!"
Before he finished speaking, crimson light suddenly seeped from the cracks in the jade seal, the temperature of the entire training ground plummeted, and thick frost formed on the ground.
"Go to hell!"
Chu Wuchen's eyes were bloodshot, and demonic flames surged around him. He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood essence onto the Xuan Tian Seal, instantly causing a change in the heavens and earth. Amidst the rolling dark clouds, the incomplete immortal artifact emitted an eerie blood-red light, dyeing the entire sky dark red.
He knew that the Xuan Tian Seal was damaged and that forcibly activating it would harm his own foundation, but he couldn't care less at this moment—that damned Xia Qingdai must die!
She caused him to suffer humiliation here; he must not stay today.
Thick, blood-like black mist seeped from the cracks on the surface of the jade seal, and wherever it passed, even space itself began to distort and crack.
Fortunately, the arena's barrier mitigated the power of the attack. However, even so, countless mortals in the stands clutched their heads and screamed in agony, blood seeping from their seven orifices. Even Golden Core cultivators felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their spiritual energy stagnating.
Bai Ying finally lost her composure. She stared at the Xuan Tian Seal, which was tainted by demonic energy, a hint of solemnity flashing in her eyes.
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