Pei Ziheng stared coldly at Qian Yu and said in a deep voice, "If we weren't in a competition, I would have killed you."
Pei Zimo gritted his teeth and roared, "Regardless of whether there's a competition or not, he dared to insult our lord! He must pay the price!"
Nan Luoning's pretty face was already flushed with anger, and she gripped the sword hilt with a "whoosh".
Seeing this, Qian Yu sneered, "You want to help him? He really is just a pretty face with no substance!"
He thought to himself, he absolutely did not believe that anyone could cultivate to the Heavenly God Realm at such a young age. He must have used some kind of magical artifact. He wanted me to expose him, and the position of Holy Son would be his!
Just then, Nan Xunran flashed, appearing in front of Qian Yu like a ghost.
A fan had appeared in his hand without his noticing, its ribs faintly emitting a mysterious light.
Pei Zimo exclaimed in delight, "The Flowing Cloud Fan! It's been so long since I've seen my lord use it!"
Looking at Nan Xunran on the stage, Nan Luoning thought to herself: Qian Yu's purpose is to let them see their brother use the Flowing Cloud Fan.
Every time my brother uses the Flowing Cloud Fan, his aura seems to soften, and he appears more approachable.
On the arena, Nan Xunran remained calm, gently waving the fan in his hand.
A gentle breeze began to stir, and Qian Yu, his face full of disdain, sneered, "Is that all?"
However, the next moment, his face suddenly turned terrified.
He was shocked to discover that he was unable to stop the seemingly gentle wind, which contained boundless killing intent.
A series of wind blades whistled towards him, and Qian Yu tried his best to defend himself, but to no avail.
His body was covered in wounds, and blood flowed freely, staining his clothes red.
Seeing this, Nan Xunran gently turned his wrist and slowly withdrew his hand, and the wind stopped.
Qian Yu was still shaken, panting heavily, and thought to himself: Could it really be the Heavenly God Realm?! How could that be?
Before he could finish thinking, the Flowing Cloud Fan suddenly flew out, spinning rapidly in the air, heading straight for Qian Yu's neck.
In his panic, Qian Yu hurriedly tried to defend himself, only to find that the fan's force was just enough for him to barely block it.
He instantly realized that Nan Xunran was toying with him.
Suddenly, a bright light shone from above Qian Yu's head, and a mysterious tower slowly emerged, Nan Xunran.
"Supreme Artifact?!"
How could he possess it?
"Even if his father is the Punishment Hall, it's impossible for him to possess Supreme Artifact!"
At this moment, Qian Yu was desperately trying to defend against the attack of the Flowing Cloud Fan. He forced a smile and roared, "Nan Xunran, today is your death day!"
Nan Xunran gazed at the imposing tower, his lips parted slightly, and his voice seemed to come from the distant horizon. "Time, stand still."
In an instant, time froze, and everything stood still.
The bird hovered in the air, and the expressions on everyone's faces froze at that moment.
Nan Xunran waved his hand, and a flash of light easily erased Qian Yu's Soul Mark on the tower. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he put it into his storage bag.
He thought to himself: It's barely worth it for him to make a move, even though the Nan Clan has countless Supreme Artifacts like these.
Nan Xunran spoke again, his voice calm yet firm. "Recover."
Time began to flow again. Qian Yu stared wide-eyed at the vanished tower, roaring incredulously, "What have you done?!"
Nan Xunran slowly opened her palm, and Qian Yu's facial features immediately twisted and deformed, with blood gushing from his seven orifices.
In Qian Yu's horrified gaze, he clenched his fists, and with a "bang," Qian Yu's body exploded.
Blood rained down, splattering onto the incredibly sturdy protective shield.
Nan Xunran to the side, her clothes fluttering in the wind, skillfully avoiding the splattered blood, remaining completely untouched by the dust.
[Qian Yu, the Child of Fortune, is dead.]
[Heaven’s Mandate Points Reset to Zero]
[Host's Kill Points increased by 207,531 points]
Upon seeing this, the elder announced loudly, "Nan Xunran has won this competition!"
The crowd cheered in unison, "The Holy Son truly lives up to his reputation!"
The other elders and peak masters standing at the back of the crowd, witnessing Qian Yu's tragic death, all turned their heads and looked at the head of the Discipline Hall.
He was trembling violently, his eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed forward without regard for anything else.
He staggered and roared, "My son!"
Immediately afterwards, he lunged at Nan Xunran in a frenzied manner, his hands like claws, as if to kill Nan Xunran, shouting, "Give me back my son's life!"
Wan Huaishan suddenly appeared in front of him, snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and swung it sharply.
Caught off guard, the Discipline Hall was slapped to the ground by the immense force and rolled several meters away.
He struggled to his feet, his clothes covered in dust, and screamed hoarsely, "Yu'er is dead!"
Wan Huaishan remained expressionless and coldly replied, "So what?"
The Discipline Hall stared intently at Nan Xunran, his gaze seemingly intent on devouring Nan Xunran alive.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Yu'er is dead, I will never let him get away with this!"
Wan Huaishan, enraged beyond measure, laughed and shouted, "Then go die!"