“Qiu Chanfeng, did you think you could defeat me anytime you wanted?” asked Siyuan Xianzhi, his gaze filled with fury as his grip on his sword’s hilt tightened. “Siyuan Xianzhi, did you forget? From the very start of our battle, you have been using a weapon, while I have not! Now I will use mine!” Qiu Chanfeng stepped forward. From behind his back, he drew a massive sword shaped like a giant saw. Both of its edges were lined with sharp golden teeth that glimmered, reflecting the light. It was no ordinary weapon, but rather an artifact of the Supreme God Emperor, a weapon whose power had once shaken a great battlefield. “Siyuan Xianzhi, prepare yourself!” WHOOSSHH!!! In an instant, Qiu Chanfeng shot forward like a flash of lightning. His movement was sharp, slicing through the air, and the distance between them vanished within a single breath. Siyuan Xianzhi did not remain idle—he poured all his strength into meeting his opponent’s attack. When the saw-bladed sword swung down, th

Qiu Chanfeng’s gaze then swept across the entire spectator stands. His eyes were like sharp blades, radiating a chill mixed with murderous intent. Every pair of eyes that met his seemed frozen in place, not daring to make a sound. “Now, who else disagrees with me marrying Ziyan Rouxi? But you must know, my mood is not good right now. So if anyone steps forward, don’t blame me if I won’t let them surrender before I kill them!” His voice echoed throughout the arena, shaking the hearts of all who heard it. This time, he did not hide his true nature. There was no pretense. He openly revealed his habit of taking lives without hesitation. Hundreds of millions of eyes in the stands fell silent. No one dared raise their voice, let alone voice any objection. The oppressive silence enveloped the arena, until at last, a very calm voice broke through it. “I object. So I will challenge you to see who is more worthy of becoming the Holy Princess’s husband!” In an instant, the attention of all

The people in the spectator stands instantly tensed. Their chests felt tight, their vision trembling violently under the invisible pressure. No one had expected that a Qiu Chanfeng, still considered part of the younger generation, could possess such a dense killing aura. Even compared to seniors who had lived for thousands of years, the density of his aura made them seem like children just learning how to kill. The image of the countless lives he had erased flashed in the minds of the audience—too many to count. Xiao Tian curved his lips into a mocking smile, his gaze sharp like a blade daring the storm. “Trying to intimidate me with killing aura? You’ve got the wrong person!” BAANG!!! Thick black gas erupted behind Xiao Tian’s body. It did not merely fill the air but blanketed every inch of the arena with pressure that made the sky seem heavier. If Qiu Chanfeng’s killing aura was like waves from a calm shore crashing steadily yet firmly, then Xiao Tian’s killing aura was a tsunami

Xiao Tian replied with a mocking smile. Without a word, he twisted his body in the air, his muscles tensing perfectly, then shot forward as fast as a lightning flash. His right fist swung sharply toward his opponent’s solar plexus, slicing through the air like an invisible sword slash. Qiu Chanfeng tilted his body, dodging at an almost impossible distance, letting the punch pass beside him. Without giving any pause, he rotated his shoulder, channeled his full physical strength, and smashed Xiao Tian’s back with his elbow. BOOM!!! The impact exploded in the air. Xiao Tian’s body was hurled forward like an out-of-control meteor, smashing through two small mountains in succession until they collapsed into rubble. Rocks flew, dust filled the air, but from behind the ruins, his figure emerged once again. His pace did not slow in the slightest, his breathing steady like a war machine, as if that earlier blow had been nothing more than a spark. The wound on his back was clearly visible, fr

“Hahaha, Tian Xiao, how is it? Can you still hold on?” Qiu Chanfeng laughed freely, his fists continuing to strike Xiao Tian’s body with power capable of toppling mountains and drying seas. BRAAKKK!!! A kick that combined physical strength with divine energy struck Xiao Tian’s chest, sending his body plummeting like a comet. He crashed into the martial arena, embedded deep within it, leaving behind a massive crater. “Is he dead?” Ziyan Rouxi, seated in the main stand, looked frustrated. If she chose to fight Qiu Chanfeng to the death, her father would surely stop her. The only hope she had now lay on the arena floor, seemingly unconscious. “Tian Xiao, as my respect for you for being able to entertain me, I will end your life!” Qiu Chanfeng descended from the air like a deadly spear, his foot aimed directly at Xiao Tian’s chest. But before the blow landed, a hand grabbed his leg, halting the lethal strike. “Qiu Chanfeng, do you think you’ve already defeated me?” Qiu Chanfeng’s