The People We Were Waiting For Have Arrived; Next Comes the True Sweep

The blood of the remaining two Alien Race seemed to freeze in that instant.

The next second, a strong will to survive and a ferocious nature were fully unleashed!

"I'll hold them off! You attack from a distance!"

The Stone-Skin Alien roared, its stone skin radiating light, and its body swelled by three-tenths in size. Like a giant stone war puppet, it lunged forward, its arms outstretched, intending to lock Qin Wangchuan's movements in place!

Hearing this roar, Feng Qingya finally managed to break free from his initial shock.

He was Prodigy from the Fire Scale King's tribe, who once used his "Nether Luo Cold Flame" to incinerate all his opponents of the same level.

At this moment, even the most basic hand seals trembled slightly due to the turmoil in his mind.

My first time ever!

Feng Qingya clearly felt that he was neither a hunter nor a warrior.

--Instead, it was a prey pinned under the tiger's claws, its struggles futile...

I'll die!!

The moment this thought pierced his mind like an ice pick, Feng Qingya awake.

The wavering and fear I felt just moments before were forcibly suppressed by a more primal ruthlessness—how could I stand by and wait to die like a lamb to the slaughter?

"Give me... Ning!!"

He clenched his teeth and let out a low growl. Suddenly, the three eerie blue fireballs, which had been flickering due to his turmoil, shone brightly!

An intense, bone-chilling cold gathered wildly, and the fireball spun and expanded.

However, Qin Wangchuan's speed exceeded the limits of their understanding.

He didn't even glance at the roaring, charging stone giant; he simply threw a punch in that direction.

There was no grand scale, no dazzling brilliance.

Wherever the fist struck, the space in front of it seemed to collapse and distort silently.

"Puff--!"

The Stone-Skin Alien's chest, which was strong enough to withstand the bombardment of Law Treasure, was struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer—the protective stone armor and flesh and bones were torn apart as easily as paper, and a bloody hole the size of a bowl pierced through his chest and back, exploding with a bang!

His forward momentum froze instantly, the bloodthirsty glint in his eyes vanished abruptly, leaving only a Deathly Stillness silence of bewilderment and confusion.

Its massive body took a few more steps forward, swayed, and then crashed heavily onto the arena like a collapsing rock mountain, leaving no trace.

In the blink of an eye, two of the three attackers were gone!

Feng Qingya's hands, which were forming a hand seal, froze in mid-air, his knuckles turning white from gripping so tightly.

Qin Wangchuan's gaze had already calmly turned towards him.

A bone-chilling coldness shot up my spine and up to my head.

There was no Killing Intent, no rage, only a bottomless, chilling abyss—like a fissure in an icy abyss—silently swallowing him up.

It's not over yet!

The instant this thought exploded, a near-mad crimson glint flashed in Feng Qingya's eyes!

I am the Prodigy of the Fire Scale Tribe! I am Feng Qingya, who once burned all my peers to ashes!

Now that we're on the throne, even if it means death, we'll still tear a piece of our opponent's flesh!

"The Nether Luo Burning World!!!"

Three dark blue fireballs, not yet fully charged, shot out towards Qin Wangchuan with a deafening roar!

Extreme cold and extreme heat intertwined, transforming into three eerie blue fire pillars that distorted the air and tore through the sky. Wherever they passed, ice crystals instantly condensed on the surface of the arena, only to vaporize and evaporate in the next instant.

This attack, though hasty, was far from ordinary in its power.

'Come on, come on, let's see how you handle this.'

But Feng Qingya stared intently at the black figure, while simultaneously gathering his strength once more.

Qin Wangchuan neither dodged nor Dharma Manifestation.

It was just a thought.

Buzz--

Nine ancient and heavy Black Ring materialized from nothingness, their bodies engraved with obscure Dao Patterns. As soon as they appeared, they caused a sharp increase in gravity, and the air became heavy and still.

--Ninefold Nine-Layer Profound Heaven Ring.

The first Dao Fire slammed into the outermost layer of the mystic ring!

Boom!!

The Xuanhuan trembled violently, its Dao Patterns flickering, yet it firmly held back, crushed, and annihilated the Dao Fire.

A ring on the ring then lit up.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third Dao Fire arrived one after another.

However, this time the Nine-Layer Profound Heaven Ring only swayed slightly before disappearing like a stream swallowed by the deep sea, leaving no ripples whatsoever.

The three powerful pillars of fire were so powerful that even Qin Wangchuan couldn't manage to strike!

Feng Qingya's pupils contracted, alarm bells rang in his mind, and his Spiritual Power surged wildly as he prepared for the terrifying counterattack that could come at any moment.

However, Qin Wangchuan suddenly clicked his tongue softly.

He raised his eyes, looked at Feng Qingya, and spoke in a calm tone, as if discussing the weather:

"That attack just now wasn't your full strength, was it?"

Feng Qingya was taken aback.

Qin Wangchuan continued, the weight of his words "all out" clearly evident:

"From now on, I will give it my all."

"You, use yours too."

Feng Qingya's stiff lips suddenly parted, revealing a cold, almost ferocious smile:

"I couldn't ask for more!"

Without another word, he suddenly spread his arms wide, and a dark blue flame shot into the sky around him. The three fireballs once again condensed, spun, and expanded behind him.

This time, it was even larger in scale, the light so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it, and even his own skin began to show burning cracks!

He is burning his Origin Source.

Qin Wangchuan, on the other hand, simply stretched out his hand and clenched it in mid-air.

A longsword, formed entirely from pure Spiritual Qi, instantly took shape in his hand. Its blade was as translucent as blue ice, its sharpness concealed, yet it subtly resonated with the surrounding Dao Rhyme.

He held the sword there, waiting quietly.

The entire arena, the entire world, seemed to fall into complete silence at this moment.

All that remained was the buzzing of the fireball spinning wildly behind Feng Qingya, and the taut, invisible string between the two.

At the edge of the arena, Chu Wujiu, Yan Wujin, Xiang Haoran, the three injured, sat together, all leaning forward slightly, their eyes fixed on the Spirit Energy Sword in Qin Wangchuan's hand.

"His so-called all-out attack... was just something he casually conjured up with a Spirit Energy Sword?" Xiang Haoran asked, tilting his head.

"I've never seen this move before." Yan Wujin shook his head, equally puzzled.

"Maybe it's some new trick." Chu Wujiu stroked his chin and began to speculate, vaguely guessing that Qin Wangchuan's sword was not with him.

Although I guessed it, I still don't understand why it's called a full-force attack.

Without using the Heavenly Sword or the Saint Law, what Spiritual Qi can be used to create a sword?

As its name suggests, this is a technique that can condense Spiritual Power into a sword.

This is the Dao Foundation Technique.

Is this a new tactic being used now?

Feng Qingya's panting, the buzzing of the fireball, and even the suppressed heartbeats of the spectators were all amplified infinitely at this moment.

Qin Wangchuan simply waited quietly.

Wait for the opponent to unleash their full power.

"Youluo - Burn the World!!!"

Feng Qingya's roar shattered the Deathly Stillness, and three pillars of fire, nearly twice as thick as before and almost pitch black in color, erupted with a deafening roar, distorting and cracking the space in their wake!

Almost at the same instant, Qin Wangchuan twisted his wrist, and the sword tip shot forward.

He spoke, his voice soft, yet as firm as Heavenly Dao decree:

"Cut."

There was no overwhelming Sword Qi, no dazzling brilliance.

Only a single, invisible, and intangible mark, seemingly capable of severing rules and annihilating all laws, slashed calmly at the three pillars of destructive fire.

Everyone's attention was gripped at that moment, their eyes fixed on the impending point of impact—

At that very moment!

Below the stage, a figure suddenly burst forth with incredible speed, crashing into the arena like a meteor, and fiercely blocking the path between "Dao Slash" and "Nether Luo Burning World"!

It's Tan Lingfei!

He crossed his arms in front of him, and suddenly a layer of deep starlight shone around him.

Boom--!!!

Two powerful forces, enough to easily annihilate an ordinary Heavenly Venerable, slammed solidly into his arms!

Tan Lingfei's body trembled violently, and blood spurted from his seven orifices, staining his clothes red. But he gritted his teeth and his spine was as straight as iron—he actually withstood the two forces!

He then guided it to the Law Treasure located on his chest.

Stone Chisel, start!

Almost instantly, a bottomless rift exploded in the arena beneath his feet, with a faint light flowing within, as if leading to another space!

"The passage is now open--"

Tan Lingfei roared hoarsely, each word laced with blood and foam:

"Quick!!!"

The mixed-race group, who had been waiting in the audience, did not hesitate at all. They harnessed their Law Treasure and transformed into streaks of light, plunging headlong into the rift!

Tan Lingfei watched their departing figures, feeling the excruciating pain that threatened to tear his body apart, and whispered to himself:

'That's good... that's good...'

However, in the next instant, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye—

Qin Wangchuan's figure had appeared at the edge of the rift at some unknown time.

His robes billowed wildly in the chaotic energy currents, and beside him lay a void rift that devoured everything, yet he did not yield even a single step.

It was as if the impact that tore the arena apart, the passage that opened up, and even Tan Lingfei's desperate stance were all within expectations.

Not only that.

He even took a half step forward, turning his back to Tan Lingfei, subtly separating the latter from the still raging aftershocks of energy behind him.

It seems like... they are providing escort.

"It's finally here."

Qin Wangchuan muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

But Tan Lingfei heard it.

A chill ran down his spine and up to the top of his head, almost freezing his blood.