Dead?

Dead?

"Splat—"

A sharp tearing sound ripped through the tense air above the competition arena. The dark gold slash carried unparalleled force as it tore through Tomie's body with the force of thunder.

In an instant, Tomie's body seemed to have been split in two by an invisible giant axe.

A massive amount of blood gushed from her body like a raging fountain. The crimson liquid traced horrifying arcs through the air before splattering across the hard competition arena, rapidly pooling into a lake of blood as a thick stench of blood began to spread.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterward, the corpse split in half crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of choking dust.

Dead? Had this Witch Cult member really died so easily?

The thought fell like a stone into everyone's hearts, stirring up thousand layer waves. Not even the battle-hardened and meticulous captain of Clearjade Sect would readily believe such a thing, much less the ordinary spectators below the stage.

After all, the Witch Cult had displayed such eerie strength throughout this tournament that no one dared underestimate them. How could they possibly have sent out a member who could be defeated so easily?

Zheng Zhan, acting as the referee, immediately released his powerful spiritual power without reservation. Like an enormous net, it spread out to envelop the entire competition arena.

Even he did not believe that those eccentric and ruthless people from the Witch Cult would send out someone whose only purpose was to die.

Yes, to die. Looking back at the entire battle, Tomie's performance in the face of Gai Yin's series of sharp, lethal attacks had been far too abnormal. She had not displayed even a trace of the strength or adaptability expected of a Soul Emperor.

Forget attacking proactively—she had not even made