Dramatic End

The core of the formation exploded with a deafening roar, and the floating giant island that supported the Cloud Mist Heavenly City completely lost its support, tilting and falling towards the ground.

The Three Heavenly Emperors watched this scene with expressions of deep emotion.

"That's... Future Self? It can even sense us?" Heavenly Emperor Li stroked his beard in amazement, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Old Man Qin, you've given this kid an extraordinary treasure."

Qin Taiyi slowly stood up without answering.

It was just a thought.

The entire Cloud Mist Heavenly City, which was falling, seemed to be held up by an Invisible Giant Hands, and its downward momentum suddenly froze, freezing in mid-air.

Qin Taiyi's gaze pierced through the layers of obstacles, landing on the slowly rotating Wheel of Fate behind Qin Wangchuan's head. His tone was complex. "You might not believe it, but that thing... I didn't give it to him."

On the battlefield.

After slaying the Remnant Dao Yuan Corpse, the white-robed Sword Dao turned and walked back to the Wheel of Fate, leaving only a detached warning carried on the wind. "I have nothing to say. But you'll be in pain for a while afterward."

Before the sound faded, the figure had already melted away like snowflakes, disappearing into the wheels.

The golden-robed Spirit Law Dao gave Qin Wangchuan a deep look and left him with a warning. "Among the Cleaners, there is one named Lv Yingxin. Find her and kill her as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very troublesome later."

(; lu, homophone for donkey)

After speaking, his figure disappeared into the wheel.

The Wheel of Fate rapidly shrank, transforming into a small, dark golden wheel, which returned to the back of Qin Wangchuan's head and gradually disappeared.

"Cleaners?"

Qin Wangchuan had heard of this organization before in Middle Thousand Provinces; it seemed to be an organization that specialized in Hunt Transmigrators.

But Lv Yingxin is...

Before Qin Wangchuan could continue pondering, almost the instant the roulette wheel returned to its place, a terrifying price suddenly descended!

Even with the blessing of the Supreme Dao Heart, the Spiritual Power in his body was instantly drained.

The Soldier Puppet hidden in the shadows also revealed their true forms due to the loss of Spiritual Power, but they did not disappear because of the built-in Spiritual Power furnace.

Not only that.

Perhaps due to the information left behind by Spirit Law Dao, Dao Rhyme the power of causal backlash appeared out of nowhere and struck him hard!

"Boom--!"

Lightning Light exploded!

This thunderbolt was powerful enough to obliterate an ordinary cultivator, but when it struck Qin Wangchuan, it only charred his skin and flesh, causing wisps of smoke to rise from it.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, swayed, and his knees buckled, causing him to kneel on one knee, barely holding on with one hand.

The causal Thunder Tribulation, the exhaustion from having all Spiritual Power drained, the backlash from the Dragon Scale, and the terrifying cost of reshaping the Immortal Bone —as if every inch of flesh and blood were being crushed—all erupted at this moment.

The arm supporting him on the ground trembled violently, eventually giving way completely.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His entire body felt as if his bones and muscles had been torn apart, and he couldn't even move his fingertips.

My vision began to blur and sway, and all I could hear was heavy, disordered breathing.

Although I had considered that using something like the Wheel of Fate would come at a considerable cost, I never imagined it would be this terrifying.

But the battle... is not over yet...

There's still one person standing on the field.

With the last of his strength, he forced open his heavy eyelids, his unfocused gaze fixed on the distance—

Yan Wujin was still locked in a fierce battle with the Crimson Gold Little Bird, completely unaware of the earth-shattering events unfolding here.

Qin Wangchuan struggled to raise his arm, aiming it at Yan Wujin in the distance.

The remaining Spiritual Power of the surrounding Soldier Puppet was forcibly extracted, turning into streaks of light that gathered at his fingertips, outlining a sharp "slash" character in the void.

However, halfway through writing, the characters suddenly vanished into nothingness, his arm went limp, and he completely lost consciousness.

This dramatic turn of events left Zhao Lingyun, who was watching from the sidelines, completely stunned.

Just moments before, Qin Wangchuan's unleashing of his Secret Treasure and his invincible sword strike that cleaved down Heavenly City had made him the undisputed victor.

Who could have imagined that the next moment he would lose all his Spiritual Power and collapse severely injured!

"Did we... we won?"

The stark contrast shook him to his core, but amidst this unparalleled awe, an overwhelming surge of ecstasy suddenly welled up from the depths of his heart—

"We won!"

Although the cost was heavy and the method was full of dramatic twists... Yan Wujin is still alive, so he has won in the end!

However, just as he was about to go forward to check, something unexpected happened!

A golden streak of light shot out from Qin Wangchuan's waist, landing in front of him and quickly outlining the silhouette of a slender young woman.

The girl's figure was solid, revealing her bewitching and beautiful true appearance—her skin was as white as snow, and a pair of exquisite white dragon horns peeked out from between her long, black hair, with a red scale between her brows as bright as cinnabar.

It is indeed Dragon Scale!

Although her figure was solid, her aura was weak, clearly indicating that she had suffered severe damage in the previous battle.

The girl leaned down, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and carefully touched Qin Wangchuan's drooping hand with her fingertips, then raised her head in uncontrollable rage.

Those golden dragon eyes suddenly locked onto Yan Wujin, and an overwhelming Dragon Might descended like a mountain crashing down.

"Inflammation...!"

Zhao Lingyun's pupils contracted sharply. He almost shouted out, but stopped himself abruptly at the next moment.

In a sense, this is a true deathmatch; once someone surrenders, they are considered dead and no warnings should be issued.

He could only scream frantically in his heart:

'Yan Wujin! Look this way! Hurry!'

' Chu Wujiu's attack severely injured Dragon Scale; she must be incredibly weak right now! Once you discover this, we've won!'

Turn around!

'Yan Wujin!'

Yan Wujin and the Crimson Gold Little Bird fought fiercely until their feathers were charred black, and he also had several claw marks on his body, but the more they fought, the more excited he became.

"Come on, you little beast!" He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and flames erupted around him once more.

Just as they were locked in a stalemate, the fiercely charging Jiujiu suddenly flapped its wings and retreated rapidly without warning.

Upon seeing this, Yan Wujin, who was covered in injuries, was stunned for a moment, and then his face broke into wild joy!

"Scared now! Hahaha!" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing triumphantly, "As expected of Lord Yan Wujin..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

"Pfft--!"

A muffled thud as flesh was pierced interrupted all his sounds.

Yan Wujin froze, looking down in disbelief to see a fair, jade-like hand, shrouded in a faint golden light, emerge from his chest.

He was still clutching a still-beating heart in his hand.

He turned his head away slowly and laboriously.

What came into view was Zhao Lingyun's deathly despair in the distance, and closer still... a Dragon Clan Maiden with dragon horns and cold Golden Eyes.

"Who the hell are you...?"

Dragon Scale remained expressionless, then abruptly pulled her fingers back and clenched them.

The light in Yan Wujin's eyes vanished instantly. His body slammed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

After doing all this, Dragon Scale transformed into a stream of light and flew back into Qin Wangchuan's body.

Jiujiu a clear chirp, it swooped down from the sky, its claws precisely gripping Yan Wujin's "son's" shoulders and pressing him to the ground, like a victorious flag announcing the end of the battle.

The battlefield Deathly Stillness silent, save for the clear cry of Phoenix Cry piercing the clouds, bringing this epic battle to a close.

From then on, the outcome of the Second Prodigy Chaos Battle was etched into history.

With the Half-Venerable Body, he alone fought against the Nine Clans Prodigies and defeated them all!

The victor is Qin Wangchuan!