Blasting Yan Kuang to Death

Since whoever won this final match would secure a spot, the duel was fierce from the very beginning. The talismans they had saved up were thrown out as though Spirit Stones were worthless.

Han Yunzhi had some resources to begin with, and for this Ascension Competition, she had poured everything she had into it. She did not fall short at all in their exchange of attacks.

Only after more than a hundred Spirit Stones had exploded like fireworks did the real duel begin!

Yan Kuang's pair of Thunder Hammers were high-grade Magic Artifacts with tremendous offensive power. When they were still thirty meters away from Han Yunzhi, they suddenly slammed together, firing a bolt of lightning at her.

However, Han Yunzhi had a trump card of her own. She produced a Yellow Silk Handkerchief and raised it before herself. The lightning unleashed by the Thunder Hammers did not even leave a scorch mark on it.

Anyone among the spectators with even a little knowledge immediately recognized the Yellow Silk Handkerchief as a top-grade Magic Artifact.

Still, Han Yunzhi seemed to have only a mid-grade black sword Magic Artifact for offense. Yan Kuang was not entirely without a chance.

Little Black had remained on the outskirts of the battlefield, launching Feint Attacks from time to time. Though it was fast, its body was fragile. Unless there was a foolproof opportunity, Han Yunzhi would not let it truly attack.

The appearance of a top-grade Magic Artifact changed Yan Kuang's expression. He immediately recalled the Thunder Hammers, gripping one in each hand as he let out a thunderous roar.

Yan Kuang's skin rapidly turned red, and his body swelled by thirty percent, making his already tall frame resemble that of a small giant.

The Wrathful Aspect Technique he cultivated was actually a domineering technique with body-tempering effects.

At that moment, Yan Kuang's hair hung loose and his face was twisted in savagery. He resembled a Rakshasa Ghost from Buddhist lore, and his appearance alone was enough to frighten more timid Cultivators.

Han Yunzhi pressed her lips tightly together. None of her usual softness or shyness remained; her eyes were filled with resolve.

Yan Kuang charged forward in great strides, clearly intending to find a flaw in the Yellow Silk Handkerchief's defenses through close combat.

How could Han Yunzhi let him have his way? She slapped a Wind Control Talisman onto herself and began playing cat and mouse with Yan Kuang.

Even when he occasionally caught up to her, she narrowly escaped with Little Black's help.

After they had tangled for a while, blood trickled from all seven of Yan Kuang's orifices. His technique was clearly about to backlash, and he was at the end of his rope.

Han Yunzhi had only just Breathed a Sigh of Relief when Yan Kuang went all out, hurling one of his Thunder Hammers with enormous force!

She barely dodged it. The Thunder Hammer slammed into the arena, blasting up a cloud of dust!

Though Han Yunzhi had escaped disaster, she did not dare lower her guard. Sure enough, the other Thunder Hammer struck from the side immediately afterward, only to be blocked by the Yellow Silk Handkerchief she had been waiting with.

However, Yan Kuang's assault was not over.

His true killing move flew low through the dust cloud, revealing itself to be a Poison Needle with an extremely faint aura.

At this moment, Yan Kuang believed the only one who could save Han Yunzhi was her Spirit Beast. Yet not only did Little Black fail to rescue her, it instead circled behind him and lunged in for a vicious bite.

Han Yunzhi herself made no defensive move either. She directed her black sword at Yan Kuang, joining Little Black in a pincer attack.

The Next Moment, the Poison Needle was blocked, just as expected, by the Spirit Water Body Protection Talisman that activated on its own.

Yan Kuang, meanwhile, had already reached the end of the road. Yet he let out a wild laugh, ignored the incoming black Flying Sword, twisted his body to the limit, and threw a punch behind him.

He had seen through Han Yunzhi's kindheartedness. Her black sword had not targeted his vital points, so he intended to trade severe injuries for the chance to blast her Spirit Beast to death.

Even though Yan Kuang knew full well that, once severely injured, he Could Not Possibly win this duel, his rage had long since clouded his mind. He made his choice without hesitation.

Han Yunzhi's eyes flew wide open, but she was utterly powerless to stop the tragedy.

"Not good!"

Up in the building, Luo Hong was frantic, but he could not reach her in time to help.

Just as everything seemed beyond saving, a Red Ribbon flew in from the side and wrapped around Little Black.

Yan Kuang's fist struck the Red Ribbon without leaving the slightest mark. Instead, he himself was violently bounced away, coincidentally avoiding the descending black Flying Sword.

But Han Yunzhi had been thoroughly enraged. Without thinking, she grabbed a handful of low-grade Thunder Fire Talismans and threw them all out at once!

After a burst of firelight and rumbling thunder, Yan Kuang was blasted into bits.

"Brother Kuang!"

Yan Xiao shot to his feet with a slap, in no time at all!

The one who had saved Little Black was Zhong Weiniang. However, even she had not expected Han Yunzhi to kill Yan Kuang in a fit of rage.

"You little Zhong brat, what do you mean by this?!"

Yan Xiuming's tone was icy to the extreme. His eyes fixed firmly on Zhong Weiniang, determined to make her give an explanation.

"I Didn't Know what you're talking about."

Though Zhong Weiniang knew she was in the wrong, she refused to yield. She turned her head aside and shamelessly played dumb. In any case, as Li Huayuan's disciple, it was not as if they could do anything to her.

"You!" Yan Xiuming was furious, but for the moment, he had no way to deal with Zhong Weiniang. After all, she had only acted to save a Spirit Beast. Yan Kuang had been severely injured by the rebound, but he had also avoided the black Flying Sword, so it could be considered even.

The true killer was also about to join Spirit Beast Mountain, the sect with the worst relationship with the Yan Family. Moreover, This Matter had occurred on a life-and-death arena. The Yan Family Could Not Possibly demand an explanation from Spirit Beast Mountain.

Even so, This Matter would absolutely not be settled so simply!

Yan Xiuming abruptly shifted his gaze to Luo Hong.

Hah, I really couldn't avoid this after all.

Yan Kuang's death had little to do With Luo Hong, truth be told. Although Zhong Weiniang had acted because of him, no one unaware of the circumstances could possibly see that.

But could Luo Hong deny it? Could he shift all responsibility onto Zhong Weiniang?

This Clearly would be the foolish act of destroying his own support. Rather than be forced by others later, Luo Hong might as well step forward on his own now.

"Senior Yan, Little Martial Uncle acted at this junior's request. If there is any punishment, please direct it at this junior."

Luo Hong stood up and bowed.

Luo Hong's declaration greatly increased the favorable impression Zhong Weiniang, who knew herself to be in the wrong, had of him. At the same time, it made Yan Xiuming and Yan Xiao three parts angrier.

After killing Yan Kuang, Han Yunzhi stood dumbly on the arena for a while before looking in the direction the Red Ribbon had flown. She happened to see Luo Hong bowing in apology and immediately understood what had happened.

Although she knew that Luo Hong had likely helped this time because of the matter he had entrusted to her, she was still deeply grateful. She worried endlessly about the punishment Luo Hong might suffer and regretted her rash act of killing Yan Kuang.

Little Black was a hybrid Spirit Beast that her parents had painstakingly raised with the efforts of their entire lives. Whether it was strong or not was secondary; what mattered was that Little Black had grown up alongside Han Yunzhi and had become as important in her life as her own brother.

Han Yunzhi wanted to share some of Luo Hong's punishment, but the disciples from Spirit Beast Mountain who had come to receive her could not wait. Without giving her any say in the matter, they took her back to the enormous building belonging to Spirit Beast Mountain.

"Fine, fine! Since you admit it, why haven't you crippled your own cultivation already? Must I do it myself?!"

Yan Xiuming pushed his Demonic Arts to the limit. Luo Hong immediately felt as if his breathing had been turned upside down and thrown into disorder, showing just how formidable its power was.