Is That All? Is That All? Is That All the Evil Fire? Li Zhixian's Ultimate

The next day.

Seven in the evening.

The Soul Fighting Arena was packed to the brim, roaring with noise.

Just as the spectators were heatedly debating how many strikes Sword Wine would need to deal with that "mangy fire turkey"...

At the entrance to the Soul Fighting Arena.

A wave of startled cries suddenly erupted.

Countless gazes turned toward it.

A mother and daughter pair with elegant yet cool temperaments entered gracefully, surrounded by numerous powerful Soul Masters.

"Is that... the Nine Heart Begonia Ye Family?!"

"That's the Ye Family Head?! Even she came today!"

Before the cries of surprise could fade.

The spectators near the entrance rose in terror as though they had seen a ghost, scrambling to get away.

Those behind them had no idea what was happening. Once they saw who had arrived...

A gray-robed old man slowly stepped inside. He was tall and gaunt, with white hair and beard, and faint green light flickered in his gray eyes.

The Soul Fighting Arena was a vicious place steeped in blood.

Yet the cold, sinister aura radiating from this old man actually overwhelmed the bloodshed and hostility accumulated within the arena over the years.

Some spectators' teeth chattered as cold sweat poured down their faces.

"Th-this is... Poison Douluo Dugu Bo!"

"Why would a Titled Douluo deign to come to the Soul Fighting Arena?!"

"Don't tell me even Dugu Bo came to watch Sword Wine!"

"Impossible!"

Before the shock in the spectators' hearts could settle.

Several Soul Masters dressed in royal imperial guard uniforms had already strode forward to clear a path.

Then, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe entered with a gentle smile on his lips.

The spectators were already dizzy from the succession of major figures arriving.

The Soul Fighting Arena was such a bloody place.

Even if these great figures came here normally, they would usually conceal their identities.

Yet today, they had appeared openly as if they had arranged it beforehand.

"Now it's certain! They definitely didn't come to watch Sword Wine!"

"It would make sense for the Ye Family to recruit talent, but His Highness the Crown Prince and Poison Douluo... no matter how outstanding Sword Wine is, surely he wouldn't catch their attention?"

The noisy discussions drifting from the stands reached Xue Qinghe's ears.

His eyes flickered as he turned to Dugu Bo and bowed.

"Elder Dugu, are you here for Sword Wine as well?"

"Hmm?"

Dugu Bo raised his grizzled brows.

He was an old fox and immediately understood Xue Qinghe's intentions. Casting him a slightly surprised glance, he followed along.

"I heard there was a promising young swordsman here, one who bears some resemblance to Chen Xin in his younger days. I came specifically to take a look."

"I assume the Ye Family Head is here for the same reason?"

Mother Ye's gaze shifted as she nodded.

"Poison Douluo is correct."

"Sword Wine... the Ye Family truly thinks highly of him."

The spectators stared blankly as these major figures steered the conversation toward "Sword Wine" in just a few words.

There was something indescribably strange about the scene.

It was as though...

They were deliberately building Sword Wine's reputation.

After the Ye Family, Dugu Bo, and Crown Prince Xue Qinghe entered the VIP boxes upstairs one after another.

Only then did the spectators gradually emerge from their shock.

Time quietly reached eight o'clock.

The temperature within the Soul Fighting Arena seemed to rise with it.

Countless anxious gazes fixed on the arena entrance, waiting desperately.

Near the front, Yufeng's face was pale, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.

"Sword Wine, please cripple him for me!"

Osler curled his lip.

"You used to say Sword Wine was nothing special."

"Now you're pinning your hopes for revenge on him?"

Yufeng's chest tightened. He opened his mouth, then said dejectedly.

"I was blind, all right?!"

On the other side of the stands.

Zhao Wuji folded his arms and listened to the frenzied praise surrounding Sword Wine, sneering disdainfully.

"What the hell is Sword Wine?"

"Which one of Shrek's seven little monsters isn't stronger than this so-called Sword Wine?"

As a Teacher who had watched the Shrek Seven Devils grow up.

Zhao Wuji had blind confidence in them.

"Teacher..."

The plainly dressed middle-aged man beside him said gravely.

"You mustn't underestimate him."

"He truly defeated Yu Tianheng with a single strike back then."

Zhao Wuji waved dismissively.

"Qin Ming, don't worry."

"The little monsters who came out of Shrek won't lose."

Qin Ming opened his mouth.

But it was already too late to persuade him further.

Because two figures had appeared on the arena stage.

Eight in the evening.

The host did not dare delay and immediately announced the start of the Soul Fight.

Thunderous cheers shot into the sky, nearly lifting off the Soul Fighting Arena's roof.

Sword Wine wore a simple white robe, standing straight and tall like bamboo.

More than ten meters away, Ma Hongjun rubbed his chin as he sized up the white-robed swordsman before him.

"You're that Sword Wine guy?"

Listening to the fierce, wave-like cheers.

An intrigued smile appeared on his chubby face.

"You're really popular at the Imperial City Soul Fighting Arena."

"Heh, tell me, when I beat you in a moment, what kind of expressions will those idiots cheering for you make?"

Without waiting for Li Zhixian's response.

He suddenly lowered his voice and asked.

"What's your relationship with Zhu Zhuqing?"

"Hmm?"

Li Zhixian's eyes flickered.

Having caught that subtle reaction, Ma Hongjun cracked his knuckles and narrowed his eyes.

"So you do know Zhu Zhuqing."

"Then don't even think about leaving this stage in one piece today."

Boom—!!!

The instant his words fell.

The air above the stage suddenly twisted.

A clear phoenix cry erupted from Ma Hongjun's body.

Surging purple evil fire instantly covered his entire body, as though turning the whole stage into a furnace.

The front-row spectators were forced back again and again by the scorching heat wave rushing toward them.

A bright Yellow Spirit Ring rose beneath his feet.

First Spirit Skill—Phoenix Fireline!

Though Ma Hongjun acted arrogant, he was extremely cautious inside and chose to test him with his First Spirit Skill.

A torrent of demonic purple fire poured down upon Li Zhixian like a raging, surging waterfall.

Before the disbelieving eyes of the entire audience.

The white-robed swordsman seemed to have been stunned by the fiery torrent. He stood motionless where he was.

Allowing the flood of purple flames to swallow him whole.

Boom—!

The purple evil fire exploded.

A blazing purple fireball appeared on the stage.

Silence!

The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell into deathly silence!

Even Ma Hongjun himself froze for a moment before bursting into wild laughter.

"HAHAHAHA!"

"What bullshit Sword Wine!"

"You can't even withstand my First Spirit Skill!"

He was utterly confident.

After being swallowed by Phoenix Evil Fire.

Even a level-forty Soul Ancestor would lose a layer of skin!

Sword Wine was undoubtedly dead!

Below the stage.

Yufeng and Osler could hardly believe it.

Sword Wine, who had swept aside Yu Tianheng with one strike, had lost so easily?

Zhao Wuji's voice boomed as he laughed smugly.

"See?!"

"What did I tell you!"

"This Sword Wine is no match for Fatty at all!"

Qin Ming furrowed his brows, looking doubtfully at the purple fireball on the stage.

Yet in stark contrast to the heavy, deathly atmosphere below.

Inside the VIP box.

"Yanyan, don't worry. Banished Immortal is fine."

Dugu Bo comforted his anxious granddaughter, a strange glint flashing through his emerald eyes.

"This boy truly is a monster."

"Why can't such scorching flames harm him in the slightest?"

"Hmm?"

Dugu Bo's senses were extraordinarily sharp.

The next second, shock and suspicion surged onto his aged face.

"That's not right!"

"It's not merely that the flames can't harm him!"

"Banished Immortal... is actually actively absorbing the fire's energy?!"

In the other two VIP boxes.

Mother Ye was somewhat weaker, as though looking at flowers through mist, unable to see clearly.

Meanwhile, Pufferfish and Snake Lance were no less shocked than Dugu Bo.

"What is going on with this kid?!"

"His martial soul isn't even fire-attributed!"

"Why can he absorb flames?!"

On the stage.

The purple fireball did not explode and spread as usual.

Instead... it began to shrink strangely.

As though it were being greedily devoured by an invisible giant mouth.

At this sight.

Everyone realized something was wrong.

Just as the purple flames were about to vanish.

A plain white figure strolled out atop the still-unsettled waves of flame.

He flicked away the sparks dancing on his collar. The afterglow of violet fire adorned every strand of his black hair, as though he wore a ribbon of flowing purple flames.

Under one fervent gaze after another, nearly tangible in its intensity.

Li Zhixian slowly raised his eyes.

Behind the Faceless Mask, two gazes sharper than sword edges pinned Ma Hongjun's plump face, frozen in extreme shock.

The air congealed.

A pin drop could be heard.

A calm voice, utterly without ripples, rang out:

"That's it?"

A brief, suffocating pause fell, like an invisible sledgehammer smashing down upon everyone's hearts.

"That's it?"

The second utterance carried a faint, almost questioning doubt, as though seeking confirmation, yet it was harsher than the sharpest mockery.

Then, the voice suddenly rose a notch, exploding like thunder. With ultimate contempt capable of crushing all pride, it crashed down fiercely:

"Evil Fire—"

"That's it?!"

There'll be another chapter this afternoon.

Dear readers, this little author wants to make a push for the monthly ticket rankings (quietly)...

It'll increase exposure...

This little author bows, bows...

Thank you, dear readers. Sleep when you have time...