"Defeat!" After failing to break through for so long, Sun Hao grew frantic. Putting everything on the line, his crimson sword transformed into a massive wheel of fire and came crashing down!
Gu Lin's eyes sharpened!
Now!
He no longer dodged. Ink Snow finally rang as it left its sheath!
The blade was entirely black, yet it flowed with an icy luster. Freezing air instantly spread across the arena!
Gu Lin's spiritual power surged wildly into Ink Snow!
The sword trembled faintly and let out a clear, resonant cry!
"Condense!"
A point of icy light flared at the sword tip!
It was not some dazzling sword move, merely the simplest straightforward thrust from the basic sword arts!
But this thrust was fast! Precise! Ruthless!
It contained the ice-cold spiritual power of Gu Lin's peak sixth level of Yuqing, along with the resolve of Burning the Boats!
The cold gleam shot forth like a meteor, piercing through layer after layer of fire!
It struck the very core of the fire wheel with incomparable precision—the source from which Sun Hao's spiritual power poured forth!
Pfft!
It was like a red-hot branding iron plunged into ice and snow!
The fire wheel instantly dimmed!
Sun Hao's entire body convulsed as if he had been frozen and struck by lightning!
He spat out a mouthful of blood. His crimson sword flew from his hand, and he was hurled backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena and losing consciousness.
Cold air spread as the remaining flames on the arena rapidly died out, leaving patches of white frost behind.
The entire venue fell silent.
Then it erupted!
"He won? Peak sixth level of Yuqing defeated an early seventh-level Yuqing cultivator?"
"That black sword... what terrifying cold energy! It must be a divine weapon!"
"That final