No. 3 Arena.
Su Qingwan wielded her Spirit Brush, and characters flowed from its tip one after another.
"Suppression," "seal," "Kill," "Annihilate"...
Each character radiated a different kind of power.
As the character "Suppression" fell, Yue Qingying felt her body grow heavy.
As the character "Seal" fell, her Sword Intent was suppressed.
As the character "Kill" fell, a fierce killing intent shot straight toward her brow.
Yue Qingying's Moonlight Sword Intent blossomed, and frigid sword light shattered those characters one by one.
No. 4 Arena.
Qin Yan and Xiao Han stood facing each other.
No. 5 Arena.
Feng Wuji's Supreme Intent erupted, and a terrifying pressure enveloped Bai Wuchen.
Bai Wuchen's expression turned grave as he mobilized the true qi within him with all his strength, barely managing to resist.
No. 6 Arena.
A phoenix cry suddenly rang out as Huang Jiuli's Phoenix True Fire surged skyward, crimson flames illuminating the entire arena red.
Shi Potian's muscles bulged all over his body, making him resemble an iron tower.
He threw a punch, its force howling through the air as it collided with the Phoenix True Fire.
The seventh arena.
Beichen Xing's Imperial True Qi surged as a Dynasty Projection emerged behind him.
Violent winds erupted around Lie Feng, gathering into a wind curtain before him to block Beichen Xing's attack.
Seven arenas, seven battles.
Streams of light shimmered brilliantly, radiance bursting in every direction.
All kinds of intents, cultivation techniques, Spirit Weapons, and secret arts... intertwined and clashed upon the arenas.
The disciples below were all utterly shocked by the sight.
"Is this Supreme Intent? It's terrifying!"
"That punch from Luo Qinghe... I feel like it could turn me into dust."
"Long Aotian isn't weak either. The Dragon Clan bloodline really is powerful."
"Lin Ruoxi's Sword Intent is too strong.