White Tiger Fierce Light Sha! Extreme Fire and Financial Fusion? Three Seconds, Absolute Victory!

First Arena.

When Dai Yu and the two others walked onto the arena, the three figures on the opposite side were already standing with their hands behind their backs.

The person in the center was dressed in white like snow, with a cold expression, a silver longsword carried on his back, and fierce sword qi lingering around his entire body.

Ximen Ao.

The person on the left was dressed in red like fire, with a slender figure, each hand holding a curved saber, the blade bodies faintly showing flowing moonlight.

Nangong Yue.

The person on the right was dressed in black like ink, with a sturdy physique, arms crossed over his chest, and cold air faintly permeating his entire body.

Beigong Han.

The standing positions of the three formed a triangular stance, with a mutual distance of precisely three meters, maintaining independence while being able to mutually support each other at any time.

"Dai Yu."

Ximen Ao spoke, his voice ice-cold:

"We all watched your battles."

"Very strong."

"However..."

He paused, a trace of arrogance flashing in his eyes:

"We are not trash like Dai Huabin who rely on bloodline to get by."

"Nor are we a team stacked with support like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"We grew up together since childhood, training together, and fighting together."

"The three of us are one, with both offense and defense prepared."

"Today, you will lose."

Whispers immediately sounded off-stage.

"Ximen Ao... this is the strongest sword dao genius of the Ximen Family's generation!"

"Nangong Yue's Moon Shadow Saber Technique is rumored to have already been practiced to the third layer!"

"Beigong Han's Mysterious Ice Palm can freeze soul power!"

"With these three people joining forces, even opponents at the Soul Ancestor level would have the strength for a fight, right?"

"Dai Yu this time... is in trouble?"

Hearing this, Wang Dong furrowed his brow and was about to retort.

Dai Yu instead raised a hand to stop her.

He looked at the three people opposite him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.

"The three of you are one?"

"Both offense and defense prepared?"

"Sounds... quite bluffing."

"However..."

Dai Yu paused, his tone remaining calm:

"In my eyes, the only difference between you and Dai Huabin is--"

"Your names are a bit longer than his."

"That's all."

"Pfft--"

Wang Dong failed to hold back once again and laughed out loud.

Huo Yuhao also flushed red all over his face, his shoulders shaking.

Ximen Ao's expression instantly sank.

"Arrogant!"

"Make your move!"

"Clang--"

The gong struck.

The fifth round officially began!

"Spiritual Detection Share, open!"

Huo Yuhao released his soul skill at the very first moment, and golden spiritual fluctuations instantly shrouded the entire arena.

Wang Dong spread his wings, his figure soaring straight into the sky, the halo of the Light Goddess Butterfly scattering down as he prepared to provide support from the air.

However, the next second--

"Moon Shadow!"

Nangong Yue gave a soft cry, her dual curved sabers slashing out simultaneously.

Two silver blade lights tore through the air, actually intertwining in midair into a huge blade net, shrouding toward Wang Dong in the sky!

"Mysterious Ice Palm!"

Beigong Han struck at the same time, his palms slapping out.

Two ice blue palm prints carrying biting cold air sealed off all of Dai Yu's forward routes!

As for Ximen Ao--

He moved.

Sword light like snow.

Astonishingly fast.

That sword went straight for Dai Yu's throat!

The cooperation of the three was smooth and flowing.

One sealed the sky, one blocked the ground, and one spearheaded the attack.

Flawless and seamless!

"So fast!"

"This cooperation... is simply seamless!"

Exclamations arose from the audience.

However--

Dai Yu smiled.

"Interesting."

The next second, between his eyebrows, that red mark abruptly split open!

Flame Pupil, appear!

Within the golden-red vertical pupil, it felt as though an impending volcanic eruption was contained.

"Extreme Fire, burn!"

Boom--!!!

A golden-red fire pillar spewed forth from the Flame Pupil, rushing straight toward Beigong Han's Mysterious Ice Palm print!

Ice and fire met--

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle--"

The Mysterious Ice Palm print instantly evaporated in front of the Extreme Fire!

Beigong Han's expression changed drastically, and he retreated frantically.

Yet Dai Yu's target was not him.

The instant the flames dissipated, Dai Yu's figure had already vanished from his spot.

"What?!"

Ximen Ao's pupils contracted sharply.

His sword thrust into empty air!

The next second, a platinum-colored figure appeared at his side.

"Too slow."

Dai Yu's voice sounded right beside his ear.

Ximen Ao did not have time to react, only feeling a terrifying force slam into the blade body.

"Clang--!!!"

The loud sound of metal colliding.

The silver longsword in Ximen Ao's hand was actually blasted flying out of his grip by this single punch!

"How is that possible?!"h

Ximen Ao's face was full of disbelief.

His sword was, after all, the ancestral treasured sword of the Ximen Family!

To actually be blasted flying by a single punch?!

"It's not over yet."

Dai Yu's mouth curved slightly.

The next second, his right hand shot out, five fingers forming a claw, directly clamping onto Ximen Ao's throat.

"Don't move."

"Move again, and you're done for."

Ximen Ao's entire body stiffened, not daring to move even a fraction.

Because he could sense that the hand clamped around his throat contained strength sufficient to crush his neck.

"Ximen!"

Nangong Yue and Beigong Han cried out in alarm simultaneously, wanting to rush forward to rescue him.

However--

"Your opponent is right here!"

Wang Dong's voice came from the air.

The next second, a giant hammer flashing with golden light descended from the heavens, fiercely smashing onto the ground between Nangong Yue and Beigong Han.

"Boom--!!!"

The arena trembled, and gravel flew everywhere.

A deep ravine separated the two of them.

Nangong Yue and Beigong Han were forced apart, and wanting to join forces again was already too late.

"Yuhao!"

Dai Yu gave a single command.

"Understood!"

Golden light flared greatly in Huo Yuhao's eyes, and Mental Interference was instantly released, precisely striking Nangong Yue's mind.

Nangong Yue only felt her mind briefly dazed, the curved saber in her hand almost slipping from her grasp.

It was this momentary daze--

Wang Dong's Clear Sky Hammer had already smashed right in front of her face.

"Bang!"

The giant hammer stopped an inch away from the tip of her nose.

The fierce wind made her cheeks sting with pain.

Nangong Yue's face turned pale white, not daring to move at all.

On the other side, Beigong Han rushed frantically toward Dai Yu, attempting to rescue Ximen Ao.

However--

"Your opponent is me."

Dai Yu turned his head, his gaze falling upon him.

His right hand still clamped around Ximen Ao's throat while his left hand raised, palm aimed straight at Beigong Han.

"White Tiger Fierce Light Sha!"

Boom--!!!

A golden-red beam of light spewed forth from his palm!

That was the fusion of Extreme Gold and Extreme Fire!

It was the perfect combination of penetration and destruction!

Beigong Han's pupils contracted sharply as he frantically drove his soul power, striking out with both palms in an attempt to block it.

However--

"Crack--"

His Mysterious Ice Palm was as brittle as paper in front of the White Tiger Fierce Light Sha.

It shattered instantly.

The beam of light grazed past his cheek, slamming into the arena behind him.

"Rumble--!!!"

The Defense Soul Tool Array flickered wildly, nearly collapsing on the spot.

A bottomless, charred ravine appeared in front of everyone.

Beigong Han froze in place, cold sweat instantly soaking through his back.

That strike just now... had it hit him squarely...

He would have died.

The entire arena fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, mouths agape, their brains blank.

Blasting away Ximen Ao's sword with a single punch.

Blocking Nangong Yue's path with a single hammer.

Nearly destroying the arena with a single blast.

Three seconds.

A mere three seconds.

The three geniuses of the Four Great Families of East, South, West, North were all defeated.