Lu Xueqi and Bi Yao (85)

A shrill scream rang out from the black smoke. The smoke dispersed, and You Wuying's figure crashed to the ground. His black robe was scorched and torn, his face as pale as paper, his aura utterly drained. His eyes were filled with terror and lingering dread. If he had not reacted quickly enough to use the Youming Escape Technique at the cost of his origin, and if that sword light had not primarily targeted the Ghost Domain and Ten Thousand Ghosts, his Divine Soul would likely have already been obliterated!

The gray sword light slowly faded.

On the arena, the darkness vanished, and daylight returned.

Su Han stood with his sword in hand, his face pale to the point of translucence and his body swaying as if he could collapse at any moment, yet he remained standing. The tip of the Starfire Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, trembling slightly.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone, including the elders of the various sects on the high platform, stared dumbfoundedly at the wavering figure on the arena, then at the disheveled and terrified You Wuying opposite him.

What had happened?

What exactly was that faint, gray sword light?

It had forced You Wuying, the young master of Youming Hall—a demonic prodigy renowned for his strange techniques, ruthlessness, and power—to flee at the cost of his origin, only to still suffer grave injuries and lose?

"Cough..." Su Han coughed up a mouthful of blood and leaned on his sword to keep from falling. He felt utterly hollow inside. His Primordial Star Power was nearly exhausted, and his mind was weary to the point of death. When that "Finality" sword intent had erupted, the Demonic Seed in his chest seemed to have been intimidated into temporary silence. But Su Han knew it