Tsundere, Tsundere-All Soft, No Pride

"Damn it!" Zhou Yunyi sat on the ground, clutching his severed arm, and couldn't help but curse.

"We couldn't win even with so many people ganging up on us, I should have just stayed away!"

He dared to step onto the stage entirely because of the blessing bestowed by the Divine Feather of his clan; though not invincible, it was certainly extraordinary.

Within fifteen minutes, the body and everything it touches will be lightweighted, resulting in extreme speed.

In the face of life and death, the Light Feather can be fully unleashed, soaring through the Ninth Heaven Realm.

In ordinary battles, he would be invincible with just this Sacred Relic, toying with others like playthings in the palm of his hand.

However—on this battlefield, they could barely defend themselves!

Every dodge felt like walking on thin ice, every flap of the wings felt like brushing shoulders with death!

Zhou Yunyi struggled to get up, and his elbow suddenly hit something icy cold.

He turned around in surprise, only to see Xiao Hanyi standing quietly behind him, her expression as solemn as ever.

"Brother Xiao, you're still alive..." Zhou Yunyi was about to speak when he saw that the other party remained motionless.

He reached out and gently patted Xiao Hanyi's shoulder, and upon that touch—

The entire body seemed to suddenly shift as if time had been frozen, slowly dislocating along a barely perceptible incision at the waist.

His upper body slid down silently, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

The flesh and blood at the cut surface were congealed, indicating that the person had been dead for some time.

"Young Master--!!" A horrified scream erupted from the Xiao family's stands.

They were wondering if their Young Master was hiding so far away waiting for some opportunity, but it turns out he'd been dead for ages.

The situation at the Yan Clan's place was even more chaotic.

After the Yan Clan elder, Nine-Flame Golden Crow, was pulled out of the arena.

While using a secret technique to keep the Golden Crow clinging to its last breath, he roared fiercely, "Quickly! Bring me the 'Red Sun Divine Marrow'!"

Upon hearing this, several powerful members of the Flame Clan hurriedly summoned their treasured crimson crystals. In an instant, a torrent of life essence poured into the Golden Crow's body, and the giant bird, whose head had been dented by the hammer, finally managed to open one eye and let out a weak wail.

It should be known that the Nine-Flame Golden Crow the sacred beast of the Flame Clan. Each one is cultivated with countless years of painstaking effort. Once one dies, there is one less left, and there is absolutely no possibility of replacement!

Moreover, unlike Human Race cultivators who are easily resurrected, Demon Race have to pay a huge price to be resurrected if they perish!

It takes 50,000 years to reach adulthood. Although this one has lived for thousands of years, it can only be considered a mount, not a battle pet.

It's still a child.

"Your Yan Wujin looks like he's about to die..." The Ji Clan elder glanced at Yan Wujin lying in the arena and reminded him.

It's not just failing, it's already half dead.

The elder of the Yan Clan glanced up, then decisively lowered his head to continue reassuring Golden Crow: "Don't worry, you'll be alright."

"... Okay then."

It's rumored that the Flame Clan loves birds more than people, and it seems that's indeed the case.

"But..."

The Ji Clan elders thought to themselves, glancing at Qin Wangchuan, whose Dragon Armor had dissipated, and then at the chaotic crowd in the arena—who were now even busier retrieving the bodies of their own Prodigy, fighting for what they could and resurrecting what they could.

"Luckily, my family didn't go on stage."

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his dry voice carried an undisguised sense of dread.

You're telling me this is a battle around the Tenth Realm?

When that enormous Heavenly Sword struck down, the entire Nine Heavens Cloud Platform was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper amidst the Sword Light.

The Paper Figurine flew everywhere, Covering the Sky and Sun. Each one contained immense Spiritual Power, like a thousand troops descending. But in the blink of an eye, they were swept away by the dragon's tail and turned into countless fragments, disintegrating like an avalanche!

When the halberd struck, heaven and earth were truly split apart.

This is not an exaggeration, not a metaphor, but a genuine "separation"!

The space was cleaved into a dark, fractured layer that has been unable to heal for a long time!

This... is really the kind of destruction that a mere cultivator at the Tenth Realm could cause?!

Even more terrifying is that the most outstanding Prodigy talents of the Imperial Clan joined forces to attack, yet they were all wiped out by a single person!

The Ji Clan elder's eye twitched as he looked at Qin Wangchuan's drooping right hand.

That hand was trembling slightly, unconsciously, not from exhaustion, but from... the trembling of extreme excitement.

It was as if the earth-shattering battle just now was nothing more than a warm-up for him.

"A monster..."

The other spectators shared similar thoughts.

"The Qin Family Wangchuan..."

"When did the Longevity Immortal Body become so powerful? Or is it the Immortal Bone unleashing their power?"

"Perhaps it was the power of his Immortal Bone; didn't you see him use an Extreme Dao Sacred Technique?"

"What is that Supreme Dao Technique? It seems Qin Wangchuan truly possesses a Supreme Dao Heart, and he's hidden it well! Otherwise..."

Even those Great Power who were usually high and mighty were now sighing.

What a pity! What a pity!

That's such a pity.

Although they didn't go on stage, it doesn't mean they were unmoved by the battle; they even immersed themselves in the fierce fight to defeat the "BOSS."

First, Divine Feather; then, set up the formation, approaching layer by layer—everything should be perfect.

However, Qin Wangchuan had too many hidden trump cards, and his Dragon Armor was truly terrifying.

Wearing it, it was able to pin the Nine-Flame Golden Crow, a High Antiquity ferocious bird, to the ground and pound it. Although it was still a juvenile bird, it was already incredibly powerful.

Qin Wangchuan's blood-stained body walked from the Ji Clan's stands to the Qin Clan's stands, and everyone who passed by stood up to make way for him.

No one dared to stand next to him.

Although not injured, the scales shed during dragon transformation left fine bloodstains on its skin.

The golden vertical pupils had not completely faded, and each step caused the ground to tremble slightly.

Qin Zhaoer was the first to come forward, lifting the hem of her snow-white gauze skirt, her gilded Gold Step-Shaker Hairpin jingling among her disheveled hair.

She staggered and stopped three steps in front of Qin Wangchuan, her once proud eyes now brimming with tears.

"How... how can there be so much blood..." Her voice trembled, her nail-painted fingertips hovering in mid-air, wanting to touch but not daring to touch her brother's blood-stained clothes.

Qin Wangchuan looked down at himself; fine Blood Bead still seeped from his skin, which had lost its dragon form. "Some of it isn't mine," he paused, then added, "Some are side effects of the Dragon Scale."

The greater the power, the greater the price it comes with.

The same applies to everyone else, especially Chu Wujiu.

The more the Battle Intent Furnace is activated, the more easily it descends into madness.

"Then what about you...!" Qin Zhaoer choked up halfway through her sentence because she noticed a deep, bone-revealing wound on her brother's chest and abdomen.

That was the scar left by Chu Wujiu counterattack when he severed the Dragon Scales—that halberd strike could have split mountains and cleaved the heavens and earth.

If the Dragon Scale hadn't dissipated 99% of its power, Qin Wangchuan would have suffered far more than just a single wound.

"The madman of the Chu Clan ..." Her voice choked with a sob she herself didn't realize, her nails, painted with crimson nail polish, almost digging into her palms, "He actually brought out something like that!"

"Chu Wujiu very strong." Qin Wangchuan suddenly spoke, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, "Even though he had already grasped that one in ten thousand perfect flaw, he still subconsciously swung this halberd."

"You even praised him?!" Qin Zhaoer suddenly looked up, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Brother..." Su Yingxue quietly walked over and handed over a Snow Handkerchief.

Qin Zhaoer snatched the Snow Handkerchief from Su Yingxue, but softened her pressure as she pressed it against the wound.

"It'll hurt so much..." she muttered softly, biting her lip, but her fingertips honestly avoided the most serious injury.

Luo Lingxi, holding the medicine box, stood side by side with Ye Jianwei, simply watching this scene unfold.

Above the sky, a dazzling Sword Light slowly appeared, tearing through the void. The Li Clan's Heavenly Sword Flying Ship finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

The enormous Flying Ship was carved like cold jade, with an Azure Luan phoenix about to take flight carved on its bow. Its wingspan was a thousand feet, and every feather exuded a sharp Sword Intent.

Li Qingluan, dressed in white, stood at the bow of the ship, her black hair flying like a waterfall in the fierce Gale Wind.

She lowered her gaze to survey the battlefield below, a ripple appearing in her usually calm, still eyes.

The shattered Nine Heavens Cloud Platform, the lingering spatial rifts, and the remnants of countless prodigies scattered across the Prodigy.

"Am I too late...?"