His silver hair whipped wildly, and the ragged Bloodsteel Battle Armor on his body only added a few more shades of savagery and abandon to his lean frame!
Whoosh! Lu Xiaotian's body blurred into an afterimage and shot toward Hua Muchen.
Hua Muchen's face went pale with shock. He thrust his right hand forward, and a snowflake flew through the air, transforming into a great mirror. Light shimmered across its surface.
Lu Xiaotian merely slapped at it from afar, and the great mirror shattered into fragments.
"Such speed!" Hua Muchen had none of his earlier composure left. Before he could make another move, a heavy blow struck his abdomen. His face turned the color of pig liver, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Bang, bang! Before the spectators surrounding the arena could react, Lu Xiaotian had seized Hua Muchen by one foot and was swinging him around and smashing him down like a club. Hua Muchen managed one scream at the beginning, but moments later, all that could be heard was the heavy thud of his body hitting the ground. Hua Muchen had been dressed in white, and even the astonishingly durable armor he wore beneath it—armor that late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators could scarcely penetrate—could not shield him from every blow as Lu Xiaotian kept slamming him down.
"Quick! Get someone to stop him!" Hua Yue came to his senses and roared like a madman. His figure flashed as he rushed out of the arena's meeting room and sprinted toward the dueling grounds.
Bang! But before Hua Yue could reach the dueling grounds, Lu Xiaotian had already flung Hua Muchen, now like a dead dog, into the arena's barrier. He slid helplessly down its surface.
"Pfft—" Lu Xiaotian also spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale