Second punch, third punch, fourth punch...
Liu Chongji felt as if his worldview was crumbling.
By the rules of the cultivation world, a killing move with such immense power inevitably required an enormous reserve of Spiritual Power and a long buildup. After it was unleashed, there was bound to be a lengthy period of recovery.
The battle on the screen had reached its final moments.
The girl's figure suddenly halted in midair. She drove her strength through her waist, swinging her entire upper body as she gathered all the Primordial Emperor Qi into her right fist.
The scarlet-gold light around her fist compressed to its utmost limit, like a miniature sun on the verge of exploding.
She threw a punch!
"BOOM—!"
The light faded.
On the dark-red wasteland, the Phantasmal Image of the Withered Bone Sword Immortal had vanished without a trace—not even a loose thread remained.
In its place was a vast, circular crater, gouged into the earth by the force of the girl's final punch.
A deathly silence fell over the entire hall. Those who had been guessing whether the girl belonged to the Taiyi Sword Sect or the Myriad Techniques Sect now had just one absurd thought in their minds.
Which sect had kept this peerless powerhouse hidden away, only to unleash her at this tournament and flip the whole table?!
As they wondered this, the girl's lips moved on the screen. Since the Water Mirror transmitted no sound, nobody present could hear what she said.
But from the shape of her lips, it was probably—
"Heavenly Emperor Gu, I won!"
Liu Chongji slowly sank back against his chair, only to realize he had somehow stood up without noticing. The teacup in his hand had a fine crack where he'd gripped it too tightly. Beside him, Deacon