Despairing Ice Crystal

Watching Ximen Qing finally resort to using his forbidden technique, Ximen Ding slumped back into his seat, dejected. For the first time, he felt like he didn't understand his own son. Was a mere competition worth this much? Even in a life-or-death battle, he could directly intervene, because he had seen that Xiao Feng had no intention to kill, which was why he hadn't acted.

But he never expected that his son would use a forbidden technique for this. Was he really so concerned about "face," even at the cost of his future?

The deed was done, and Ximen Ding was powerless to reverse it…

He said loudly to the clansmen beside him, "This is the seventh level of the Ice Soul Art. No one in the Ximen Family has ever been able to master it. Watch closely, and you will surely benefit greatly!"

"Hiss—the seventh level of the Ice Soul Art. No wonder the cold is so remarkable. Just watching from afar, you can feel the piercing chill."

"This time, I'm afraid Xiao Feng is going to lose…"

"Yes, it's a pity. He was only one step away from victory…"

The emotions of the crowd rose and fell with the changing battle situation.

Ximen Qing walked slowly, and with each step, a layer of ice flowers appeared where he had stepped, a scene of holiness and peace.

Xiao Feng curled his lip in disdain, "Scar healed, pain forgotten. You're putting on airs again so soon."

Hearing this, Ximen Qing was not angry at all. He was now like a god in the heavens, and Xiao Feng was no more than a clown in his eyes. Would a god bother with a clown?

Ximen Qing spoke calmly, "Xiao Feng… in light of the fact that you were able to fight me to this point, I will grant you five breaths of time, so you can take another look at this world. Otherwise, you won't have the chance to experience the world like this again. Am I generous?"

Xiao Feng's mouth twitched, "You're really good at acting!"

After saying that, Xiao Feng didn't say any more. His left hand's sword aura stabbed down fiercely, and the sword might beside him, carrying the force of shattering space, stabbed out.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, Xiao Feng's sword might struck the ice wall created by Ximen Qing, making a clear and pleasant sound.

"Second breath, you have three breaths left. Enjoy it, Xiao Feng…" Ximen Qing looked calm and without pressure.

Xiao Feng: "…"

He used the Star God Shattered Image to teleport above Ximen Qing's head, condensing sword might and smashing down…

Another ice wall appeared above Ximen Qing… but the expected impact sound did not occur… Ximen Qing instantly felt something was wrong. He had been in an arrogant state of "me first" and had completely forgotten Xiao Feng's unpredictable movements.

He had no defense at all at first. He had just sensed the sword might appearing behind him, but it was obviously too late to resist. He could only stagger and hastily create a suit of ice armor to defend himself.

Heavenly Wolf Slash!

The majestic sword might, carrying infinite power, slammed into Ximen Qing's back!

"Boom!"

Under Ximen Qing's arrogance, the hastily condensed defense could not withstand the terrifying heavy sword Sword Art at all. He was directly blasted away for several miles. Seeing that he was about to be blasted off the stage, he quickly condensed several ice walls in front of him, his body slamming into the ice walls to cushion the impact.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang…"

A series of ice walls were shattered by Ximen Qing. He finally stopped near the edge of the stage. He was breathing heavily, but obviously not from exhaustion, but from fright. He was almost hit by Xiao Feng's trick!

His expression was fierce as he wanted to look at Xiao Feng, but he didn't expect that Xiao Feng had already approached him. The sword aura in his left hand emitted a fierce sword might, wanting to sweep Ximen Qing out!

"Hmph!"

Ximen Qing snorted disdainfully and directly turned the surrounding cold air into ice cones. A full three thousand ice cones took shape in an instant, fiercely stabbing towards Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng had no choice but to change his attack into defense, sweeping his left hand's sword aura to shatter the surrounding ice cones.

Xiao Feng pulled away and said, "Tsk tsk tsk… exactly five breaths. Young Master Ximen almost scared me to death. If I didn't have a big life, I would have died here. It seems that what you said is just like farting!"

Ximen Qing's face was gloomy when he heard this. He thought that at the cost of burning his essence blood, he should be the one humiliating Xiao Feng now, but at this moment, he was tricked by Xiao Feng again!

Even without looking at the audience, he could imagine what their expressions were like!

Every result that occurred was completely different from what he thought!

Slapped in the face again and again, he felt like a dog being played with! His outward composure had been completely worn away by Xiao Feng!

The ruthlessness in his expression was no longer hidden, and the fierce intent towards Xiao Feng was released from his icy eyes.

"Yo! You finally took off that disgusting face of yours?" Xiao Feng mocked.

Ximen Qing did not answer. Right now, he only had one thought: to kill Xiao Feng!

He raised his right hand, and in just an instant, an ice cone appeared under Xiao Feng's feet, but it pierced through a faint phantom. Sensing the aura coming from the right, he didn't even look and instantly layers of ice walls enveloped the aura.

But soon another aura attacked from behind him. He seemed impatient and directly filled the surrounding area with ice cones, making it impossible for Xiao Feng to approach easily…

As the surrounding auras dissipated, only the last aura appeared directly in front of him. He stared at Xiao Feng, wondering what he was thinking…

Xiao Feng stood leisurely several miles away from Ximen Qing and said leisurely, "I just heard you bragging about occupying the Hundred-Breath Ice Domain. I want to see if you can last another hundred breaths after a hundred breaths!"

Ximen Qing: "…"

"Why aren't you talking? Why don't you just surrender now, dispel your useless domain, and maybe you can recover some blood…"

"Hahaha…" Ximen Qing did not show the helplessness that Xiao Feng had imagined, but instead sneered, "Do you know about a cat catching a mouse? In this open space, I am the cat and you are the mouse!"

"You say, how can a mouse without a hole escape the cat's pursuit? It can only mean that the cat is playing with the mouse, teasing it!"

"I was originally going to tease you for a while, but it seems you don't cherish it!"

Xiao Feng: "(Why does this feel so familiar…)"

Ximen Qing's eyes were playful, "It's all over. Freeze under my eternal ice domain, Xiao Feng!"

Ice Frost Absolute Seventh Form—Ice Flower Nether Prison!

"Crunch, crunch…"

In a mere instant, intense cold erupted from Ximen Qing's body. The shattered ice on the arena instantly turned to dust, followed by a chilling, heart-stopping cold.

"Hiss—everyone, quickly circulate your Mystic Force to resist!" someone shouted from the spectator stands.

The residual power of the cold alone caused frost to form on the bodies of those with lower cultivation levels in the audience. They had to quickly use their Mystic Force to resist the cold, or they might be frozen into ice sculptures!

If the residual power was already this terrifying, what about the arena itself…

Everyone looked towards the arena, but the thick ice fog blocked their view. Most people couldn't see what was happening, but those with higher cultivation could barely make out the scene on the arena.

Yet, every single one of them was dumbfounded, in disbelief, and remained silent for a long time, as if they had witnessed something terrifying.

"Xiao Feng, what happened to him!" Qi Panjian couldn't see what was happening on the arena and hurriedly asked Qi Qingyun.

Qi Qingyun seemed not to hear him, staring blankly at the arena, but the tension in her expression and the violently pounding of her heart revealed the turmoil within her!

"Hey! What's going on? Why isn't anyone saying anything? You're killing me with suspense!"

"…"

After a few breaths, the ice fog gradually dissipated, but the scene inside shocked everyone.

Thick layers of ice covered the hundred-mile arena, encompassing every inch of it, even the sky was not spared.

A giant ice sculpture spanning a hundred miles was a sight to behold, shaking the soul!

And within it, figures appeared in everyone's view—it was Xiao Feng!

His body was leaning forward, clearly trying to escape… Several Xiao Fengs were trapped within the ice sculpture, many of them were illusions created by Xiao Feng, but they were meaningless in the face of the cold that spanned the entire arena.

Just as Ximen Qing had said, in a place with no mouse holes, the cat only hadn't caught the mouse because it was amusing…

It was a long time before the illusions slowly dissipated, and even the time it took to dissipate was several times longer than usual "outside," because this ice could even imprison one's aura!

As each "Xiao Feng" gradually disappeared, Ximen Qing walked up to the last Xiao Feng, a smile on his face: "Do you know how insignificant you are in front of me? Aren't you good at running? Run now, why aren't you running?"

"…"

The entire arena was silent.

"It's over! It's really over this time," Qi Panjian muttered in despair.

"…"