Blazing Sword Slashes Evil Phoenix! Azure Lotus Sword Song Second Form: Two Forms: Blazing Sword (Bonus Chapter, Seeking Monthly Votes)

Blazing Sword Slashes Evil Phoenix! Azure Lotus Sword Song, Second Form—Two Forms: Blazing Sword

In the past.

Ma Hongjun had stomped on Yufeng and acted with wild arrogance:

"Is that all?"

"Is that all?"

"The Imperial City—is that all?!"

Now.

The echoes of the past had been crushed to pieces.

The Evil Fire Phoenix had become mere background.

Bathed in flames, the white-robed youth strolled forward calmly and gave him a taste of his own medicine:

"Is that all?"

"Is that all?"

"Evil Fire—is that all?!"

To the spectators below the stage.

This scene of extreme contrast felt as refreshing as chugging ice water in the sweltering heat.

The satisfaction ran from the tops of their heads all the way to their feet.

"Good! Good! Good! Hahahaha! Evil Fire—is that all?!"

No one knew who shouted first.

That cry was like a spark setting the prairie ablaze, instantly igniting the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

In just a few moments.

The entire Soul Fighting Arena echoed with the same phrase—"Evil Fire—is that all?"

The sight was so shocking that it made everyone's scalps tingle.

"Cough, cough!"

Yufeng's face flushed red with excitement. His coughing tugged at his injuries, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Yet he paid it no mind, roaring along with the audience in a hoarse voice.

Osler hurriedly supported his swaying body.

"Yufeng, you're about to croak! Stop fucking shouting!"

Humiliation and vindication mingled in Yufeng's eyes.

"Osler, you don't understand."

"From childhood until now, this is the first time I've ever been stepped on and trampled into the ground."

"Today, Jian Jiu paid him back for me. From now on, he's my idol, Yufeng's idol."

VIP Box.

Dugu Bo looked at the boiling sea of people below.

That white-robed figure was undoubtedly the center of attention.

A rare smile appeared on his stern old face.

"What a Li Zhexian..."

He had encountered countless people in his lifetime.

He knew that some people were born with a natural charisma.

Their every gesture could stir the winds and clouds.

Li Zhexian was exactly that kind of person.

"Grandfather..."

Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes remained fixed on the white-robed youth in the arena without blinking.

"Can I beat Little Brother Zhexian now?"

"You can't."

Dugu Bo felt that his answer had been a little too blunt.

Worried that he might have hurt his granddaughter's pride.

He was just about to soften it with a few more words.

When he heard Dugu Yan say excitedly:

"That's great!"

Dugu Bo: "..."

He stroked his beard, lost in thought.

Perhaps he should ask Li Zhexian whether the last detoxification had left behind any lingering ailments.

Ye Family private box.

Ye Mother stared intently at Ye Lingling.

"Lingling, you must make Li Zhexian accept you."

"Whether our Ye Family's Nine Heart Begonia can surpass the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda depends on Li Zhexian."

"I understand, Mother."

Ye Lingling agreed, though her thoughts had drifted far away.

She wasn't thinking about how to cling to Li Zhexian.

Instead, she was thinking...

Don't be fooled by how Li Zhexian acted like a cold and aloof swordsman on the arena. He was probably thinking about which restaurant to visit later for a feast.

Mm.

That was just his personality.

Royal private box.

"Young Master, once you take control of Spirit Hall, this boy will surely become your right-hand man!"

Pufferfish said excitedly, "Then our Spirit Hall..."

"Shut up."

Xue Qinghe coldly cut Pufferfish off.

"From now on..."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable authority.

"I will not allow any of you to lump Li Zhexian together with Spirit Hall."

In her heart, Someone like Li Zhexian

should be riding horseback toward the martial world, or wandering through clear streams flowing beneath the moonlight.

Not accompanying her as she sank into the mire of power.

She wasn't worth it.

"That's impossible!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened like bronze bells, his rugged face full of disbelief.

He had soaked in Phoenix Evil Fire without suffering the slightest injury?

Forget this junior before him—even he, Zhao Wuji, couldn't manage it so effortlessly.

Qin Ming sighed and said bitterly, "Teacher, let Hongjun concede."

"Shrek's little monsters are very strong."

"But Jian Jiu is different. He's a freak."

Monsters were still within the limits of human capability.

Freaks had already surpassed the measure of ordinary people.

Zhao Wuji's expression shifted uncertainly as his fists clenched with cracking sounds.

Ma Hongjun was brought here by him. Nothing could happen to the boy.

His throat bobbed as he was about to speak.

BOOM—!

The fierce battle erupted once more on the arena.

"I don't believe it!"

Ma Hongjun stepped forward in fury.

The Second Soul Ring beneath his feet rose up.

"Second Soul Skill—Bathing Fire Phoenix!"

Purple evil fire soared into the sky.

Behind Ma Hongjun, it condensed into the shape of a phoenix.

The phoenix spread its wings and cried out, while scorching waves of air surged outward like a tsunami.

Even through the Soul Power barrier, the spectators in front felt a suffocating, searing pain.

The Spirit Masters of the Soul Fighting Arena hurriedly poured out their Soul Power, barely stabilizing the shaking protective barrier.

But it was not over yet.

Ma Hongjun's Third Soul Ring—also his only purple Soul Ring—suddenly lit up.

"Third Soul Skill—Phoenix Wings Soar!"

Screech—!

A phoenix cry sharp enough to tear eardrums exploded through the air.

Ma Hongjun was swallowed by roaring purple flames.

A pair of wings condensed from purple fire abruptly spread out from his back.

The Purple Fire Wings spanned over four meters. Every flap unleashed rolling waves of heat, scorching the Soul Power barrier until it sizzled.

Buzz—!

The fire wings beat wildly.

Ma Hongjun shot into the sky.

He carved a blazing purple trail through the air.

"Jian Jiu!"

"Let's see how you take this one!"

Ma Hongjun hovered in midair, looking down at the white-robed swordsman on the arena.

The Purple Fire Wings snapped once.

A rain of fire flooded down from the sky like a torrential downpour, blanketing the area where Li Zhexian stood.

The terrifying sight

made countless spectators beneath the stage rise to their feet in alarm.

Li Zhexian's white robes whipped violently in the burning wind.

He raised his head slightly, and the falling rain of fire was reflected in his dark eyes.

"Fire..."

His thin lips parted. His voice was not loud, yet it strangely pierced through the thunderous roar filling the sky.

"isn't used like that."

The instant his words fell, his right hand slowly rose. With his five fingers spread toward the empty air, he suddenly clenched them.

Clang—!

A clear, resounding sword cry rang out.

An ancient sword hilt appeared in his palm out of nowhere.

Then, the clear jade-like Azure Lotus Sword emerged inch by inch, as though being drawn from the void.

Twelve Azure Lotus Imprints along the blade bloomed in sequence.

"Second form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song—"

Li Zhexian's gaze abruptly sharpened.

"Two Forms: Blazing Sword."

The twelve Azure Lotus Imprints suddenly flared.

Thick, molten-paste-like crimson flames, blazing and pure, erupted from the lotus centers.

In an instant, the three-foot-six-inch Azure Lotus Sword extended into a narrow, nimble streak of fiery light, burning with a crimson tail flame.

The sword tip flickered, while the blade was shrouded in flowing scarlet flames, trailing a stream of fire several meters long.

Sizzle—!

Sizzle—!

Sizzle—!

Sharpness and scorching heat intertwined.

The Spirit Masters maintaining the barrier went pale.

The barrier shook violently, groaning under the strain as cracks faintly appeared in several places.

And at that moment, a rich purple Soul Ring coiled around the flaming sword.

"Second Soul Skill—Three Swords of Splendor."

In that instant.

The Azure Lotus Sword seemed poised to break through the Ultimate Domain and step into another unfathomable realm.

Li Zhexian suddenly felt a tingling numbness along his spine.

It was as though something was about to pierce through his skin.

But battle was imminent.

Li Zhexian had no room to dwell on it.

He raised the Azure Lotus Sword, its crimson tail-flames blazing, and with a sharpness and heat that seemed capable of piercing everything, slashed down at Ma Hongjun in midair.

"Today..."

"Blazing Sword Slashes Evil Phoenix!"

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