From Today On, Everyone from the Tang Sect Will Be Blown Apart

Situ Xuan's gaze swept across the entire grand stadium.

His eyes moved away from the soul-guide barrier around the arena, passed over the spectators who had been startled to their feet by the deafening blast, and swept one by one across the faces of the contestants who had stopped what they were doing and turned to look this way.

Then the Malevolent Qi within him erupted in full force.

The power of Black Tiger Xuan Sha surged through his body. Black currents seeped from the surface of his skin like countless living black snakes, coiling around him.

The currents grew thicker and denser, pouring from his shoulders, back, and arms in wave after wave, gathering above his head into black vicious dragons.

The vicious dragons formed from Malevolent Qi twisted upward, circling beneath the stadium's vast dome and unleashing shrill howls.

The howls were sharp yet low, like mournful cries from the Abyss and battle roars from an ancient battlefield. The sound waves ricocheted beneath the dome, making the glass railings around the stands hum and sending ripples across the soul-guide barrier at the edge of the arena.

The entire Star Luo Grand Stadium fell silent in that instant.

It was not the kind of silence where everyone simply quieted down. It was a deeper, more instinctive silence—like all the beasts of the wilderness sensing the roar of a tiger king. Their bodies reacted faster than their minds could command; everyone stopped breathing, stopped speaking, and stopped any movement that might make a sound.

On the dozen or so neighboring arenas, the contestants locked in battle came to a halt.

Some had fists frozen halfway through a punch. Some had kicked legs hanging less than three inches from their opponents' faces. Some were pinned beneath their opponents, about to slap