BZZZZZZT!The tip of the Soul-Severing Lightning Sword blade, flashing with a lethal sheen, sliced through the air, resting just a hair's breadth away from Wang Chen's neck skin. A cruel, wild smile had etched itself across Gu Yan's face, fully convinced that his anger-fueled slash this time would instantly decapitate his challenger.Yet, in that exact same millisecond...SWRRRZH!Wang Chen did not dodge. He merely pulled his right hand out from his robe pocket—a movement so concise, graceful, yet radiating an absolute dominance capable of freezing time.Wang Chen's fingers clenched rigidly."Heaven-Destroying Fist!"BOMMMMMMMM!The dimensional space surrounding the duel stage distorted violently. As Wang Chen's fist swung forward, preempting Gu Yan's sword slash, a pure golden Qi glow erupted wildly, forming a giant manifestation of an Ancient Golden Dragon Head that split the atmosphere!"ROAAAAARRRRRRR!"The extraordinarily deafening roar of the ancient dragon echoed powerfully ins

CRACK!Bai Long flicked his pair of crystal Qi wings, blowing away the granite dust around him, and landed with supreme elegance right atop the shattered jade debris of the duel stage. The silver wings on his back slowly shrank and merged back into his body, leaving a dense silver aura glow shrouding his entire skin.He crossed his left arm behind his back, displaying a posture of absolute relaxation and arrogance. Only his right hand was left hanging freely, his fingers moving smoothly to control the rippling King Fighter-realm Qi dancing in the air."Since I don't want people saying that the Leader of the Ninth Peak is bullying a weak worm..." Bai Long wore a dismissive smile, his golden eyes gazing straight at Wang Chen,"...using just one hand is more than enough to crush you."The stadium stands, which moments before had been filled with shouts, suddenly fell silent once again. Facing an opponent whose realm was vastly below his own using only a single hand was the ultimate gestu

A subtle smile carved the corners of Wang Chen's lips. His golden gaze remained calm, cold, and entirely untouched by the lethal aura radiated by the Emperor-Tier Weapon in Bai Long's hand. That composure was like the surface of an ancient lake in the middle of a storm—someone who saw no death whatsoever, but merely the chatter of a child showing off a toy."An Emperor-Tier Sword, huh?" Wang Chen whispered flatly, his smooth voice cutting through the sharp roaring wind around him."Your ancestral heirloom is indeed extraordinary... Unfortunately, the one wielding it is merely a loser hiding behind his clan's grand name.""SHUT YOUR MOUTH, BASTARD!" Bai Long roared madly.BOOM!With a stomping thrust that cracked the arena stone to a depth of five meters, Bai Long lunged forward! His speed doubled, leaving behind a trail of purplish-silver light arcs twisting like a wrathful lightning bolt. The hilt of the Silver Dragon Heaven-Splitting Sword was gripped tightly by both hands, swung in

"Because this fight has been over since the moment you used both hands," Wang Chen replied coldly.BAM!Before Bai Long could swing his broken sword for the tenth time, Wang Chen's movement suddenly surpassed the limits of the naked eye. Wang Chen's right hand shot out as fast as a striking lightning bolt, crossing the gap of Bai Long's frantic slash and tightly gripping the Ninth Peak Young Master's neck!CRAAK!Wang Chen's fingers locked precisely onto the main nerve points and Qi vessels in Bai Long's neck. Instantly, all the abilities forced by burning his bloodline were cut off. A tremendous paralysis swiftly crept from Bai Long's neck down to his fingertips, causing the remaining deep purple energy on his broken sword to die out abruptly.The Silver Dragon Broken Sword slipped from Bai Long's powerless grip, falling and planting itself in a curve into the arena dirt."Ugh... a-aghk..."Bai Long choked violently, his eyes bulging wildly as both hands tried to grab Wang Chen's wri

The transmission message from Elder Feng floated in the air, forming letters of golden light that reflected the official seal of the message from Grand Elder Huayi. Word by word, it shattered the remnants of Bai Long's arrogance and final defense.Instantly, Bai Long's breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened as he stared at the glowing script, reading the implicit and unmistakable threat: step down, or lose everything.Shame, a crushing defeat, and wave after wave of humiliation erupted simultaneously within his chest. With his chest heaving irregularly and fresh blood continuing to drip from the corner of his mouth, Bai Long closed his eyes tightly. His fingers, dug deep into the arena sand, trembled violently before finally loosening their grip."I..." Bai Long's voice sounded hoarse, choked by a profound despair. He clenched his fists against the ground, then bowed his head deeply until his forehead nearly touched the sand. "In that case, I resign from my position as the Rule