Sword Rises with Moonlight, Prince's Defeat

"Drink it--"

Dai Yueyan suddenly roared, and white Soul Power erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.

His body swelled up in the golden light, his muscles bulged, platinum tiger stripes appeared on his skin, and his pupils turned into vertical pupils, flashing with a cold, beast-like light.

A gigantic white tiger phantom appeared behind him, its roar causing the Soul Guidance Barrier to tremble slightly— the White Tiger Martial Soul, possessing him.

Five Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet: purple, purple, purple, black, black.

Three purple and two black, the Five-Ring Soul King.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands; this was the true strength of the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire.

Dai Yueyan gave Yun Jingheng no time to react.

His First Soul Ring and Second Soul Ring ignited simultaneously, and his figure transformed into a golden lightning bolt, shooting towards Yun Jingheng with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

The White Tiger's Fury.

The White Tiger Assault.

Fifty meters was covered in the blink of an eye under Dai Yueyan's full power.

His right fist was enveloped in intense white light, and wherever the wind from his fist passed, it plowed a shallow furrow into the ground.

This punch is powerful enough to shatter stone and split gold.

Yun Jingheng did not move.

He simply raised his right hand slightly, his five fingers spread.

The Moon Gravity Field coalesced into an invisible wall in front of me.

Dai Yueyan's fist slammed into the wall with a dull thud, scattering white light, but the fist stopped three feet in front of Yun Jingheng, unable to advance any further.

He has strength.

Dai Yueyan gritted his teeth, and his third Soul Ring lit up— White Tiger Berserk.

His strength surged by 30%, and his legs kicked out two shallow craters in the ground. Despite the immense pressure of gravity, he managed to push forward another two feet.

Three feet, two feet, one foot.

His fist was getting closer and closer to Yun Jingheng's chest, but with each inch it moved forward, the gravitational force it was subjected to increased exponentially.

When he reached the last foot, he felt as if he wasn't hitting someone, but lifting up a mountain.

Yun Jingheng stood still, without even changing his posture.

He calmly watched Dai Yueyan, watching this prince of the Star Luo Empire exert all his strength in front of him, his veins bulging and sweat pouring down, yet he still couldn't break through that one foot of distance.

boring.

Yun Jingheng flicked his finger lightly, and Dai Yueyan was pushed away by a gentle yet irresistible force, staggering back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance.

He raised his head, his eyes burning with even stronger fighting spirit.

"Is this the only method you can use?" Dai Yueyan said in a deep voice.

Yun Jingheng did not answer.

His gaze shifted slightly, landing on a certain direction in the audience, where a figure sat with long, silver-white hair that stood out conspicuously in the crowd.

Cai Yue'er was looking at him, her lips slightly moving, her voice condensed into a single line, cutting through the clamor of 300,000 people and clearly reaching his ears.

"Fight him normally. If you beat him in such an insulting way, it's no different from rubbing the royal family's face on the ground."

Yun Jingheng frowned slightly.

Okay.

The Star Luo Empire is the host, Shrek Academy is the guest; they should be given some face.

He sighed inwardly and dispelled the gravitational field around him.

At the very instant he dissipated the gravitational pull, Dai Yueyan moved.

The fourth and Soul Ring Soul Ring lit up simultaneously, and black light spread across Dai Yueyan's body like ink.

White Tiger Demon God Transformation.

White Tiger Destruction Strike.

This is Dai Yueyan's trump card combo, which, at the cost of burning a large amount of Soul Power, pushes the power of the White Tiger Martial Soul to its limit, unleashing a strike that surpasses his own limits.

He was enveloped in a thick layer of white flames, and the white tiger phantom behind him became almost solid. The tiger's roar was no longer a deterrent, but a truly lethal sonic attack.

When that punch was thrown, the entire No. 8 arena trembled.

It's not an exaggeration; it's a literal tremor.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was torn into a vacuum, producing a series of sonic booms, and the floor was lifted, shattered, and splashed by the pressure of the fist.

This punch was beyond the scope of Five-Ring Soul King; even an ordinary Six-Ring Soul Emperor wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The rubble and billowing dust, carried by the force of the punches, formed a small dust storm that completely engulfed the central area of the arena.

In the audience, 300,000 people stood up simultaneously, held their breath, and stared wide-eyed at the chaos.

No one can see what's happening inside.

Only the pervasive smoke and dust, and the faint white light flickering within it.

In the stands, Dai Tianling gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The old man beside him narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy pupils.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

The first to be revealed was Dai Yueyan.

He remained in the punching stance, his right fist extended forward, his entire body still ablaze with white flames, but his expression froze, his face filled with disbelief.

Then the smoke and dust continued to dissipate, revealing the scene behind it.

Yun Jingheng stood still, not moving an inch back.

He held a sword in his right hand; the blade was like autumn water, gleaming with a cool, moon-white light.

Dai Yueyan's full-force attack, powerful enough to tear the ground apart, was steadily blocked by this sword.

Not a single scratch was left on the sword.

What made everyone gasp even more was that Yun Jingheng finally released his Martial Soul and Soul Ring.

Behind Yun Jingheng, five Soul Ring pulsed slowly, arranged from left to right as follows: black, black, black, black, and red.

Four black and one red figures gleamed with a cold, eerie light amidst the smoke and dust.

The entire Star Luo Grand Stadium fell silent for a moment.

Ten thousand people held their breath.

Two hundred thousand people have lost their voice.

The clamor of 300,000 people was completely suppressed by this red Soul Ring.

Yun Jingheng slowly raised his head and looked at Dai Yueyan, who was staring in disbelief.

There was no smugness, no mockery, not even a fighting spirit in his eyes, only a soft chuckle.

"Not bad," he said.

Then he jerked his wrist.

A gentle yet irresistible force erupted from the Moonlight Sword. Dai Yueyan felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string. His feet plowed two long tracks in the ground, and he slid for more than ten meters before barely managing to regain his balance.

Before Dai Yueyan could even stand up straight, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Yun Jingheng's First Soul Ring flashed five times in a row.

Five moon-white blades of light slashed out from the Moonlight Sword, each blade shaped like a crescent moon with edges so sharp they seemed capable of cutting through space itself.

The five crescent Crescent Slash were not launched simultaneously, but one after another, connected end to end, drawing a beautiful arc in the air as they hurtled towards Dai Yueyan.

The first attack was dodged by Dai Yueyan, who sidestepped it.

The sword energy grazed past his ear, severing a few strands of golden hair.

He ducked to avoid the second one.

It swept over his head, cutting a deep trench in the ground behind him.

For the third strike, he gritted his teeth and took the hit head-on, slamming his fists into the light blade. Golden light scattered everywhere, and he was knocked back three steps.

The fourth one, he didn't have time to dodge, so he could only cross his arms to block.

The sword energy struck the golden light protecting his arm from the White Tiger, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the golden light.

The fifth one.

Dai Yueyan's eyes reflected the approaching moonlight, and her pupils contracted sharply.

He couldn't catch it.

This sword energy will slice through his protective golden light, his combat suit, his flesh, and his bones.

Damn it...

"Roar--!"

A burst of intense white light exploded from Dai Yueyan's chest, colliding head-on with the final Crescent Slash.

The blade of light paused for a moment less than half a foot from Dai Yueyan's chest, then shattered into countless fragments of moonlight by the sudden force.

Yun Jingheng raised his right hand and held it in front of him.

A hurricane stirred up by his Soul Power swept past him, carrying fragments that made his robes flutter and a few strands of hair fall back down.

His gaze, peering through his fingers, landed on Dai Yueyan across from him.

The white light on his chest had subsided, but the remaining light still flowed slowly along the lines of Dai Yueyan's body, outlining a contour hidden beneath his skin.

Soul Bone.

Moreover, it's the torso bones.

Yun Jingheng lowered his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

No wonder it could shatter his Crescent Slash; that Soul Bone was of high quality, at least ten thousand years old.

The royal family of the Star Luo Empire has a profound foundation.

Dai Yueyan was panting heavily as the white light on his chest completely disappeared into his body.

His eyes changed; they were no longer filled with caution and probing, but with a resolute determination that suggested he was ready to burn his bridges.

He glanced down at the lingering white light on his chest, then looked up and clenched his right fist again.

This time, it wasn't just fists that shone.

On his left arm, a dense white light spread from his shoulder blade to his wrist, covering his entire left arm with a layer of translucent white crystal. Sharp bone spurs protruded from his knuckles, and the faint phantom of a white tiger could be seen roaring in his palm.

Another piece of Soul Bone.

Left arm bone.

Yun Jingheng's gaze finally turned serious.

The two Soul Bone, one torso bone for survival and the other arm bone for offense, work together quite well.

His torso bones had blocked a blow for him; now it was his turn to retaliate.

"Roar--"

Dai Yueyan let out a low growl that sounded inhuman, and white light exploded from his left fist. He shot towards Yun Jingheng like a white meteor.

His speed was almost beyond the limits of Five-Ring Soul King. The sound of his left fist cutting through the air was no longer a sharp whistle, but a deep, muffled roar that made people feel suffocated, as if the entire space of the arena was being compressed by this punch.

This punch was even more terrifying than the one before.

Yun Jingheng did not take the hit head-on.

He didn't know the full capabilities of Dai Yueyan's left arm bone, and was unsure if it had any additional effects besides strength enhancement.

To rashly engage in a direct confrontation without sufficient intelligence is foolish.

The third Soul Ring lit up.

New Moon Assault.

Yun Jingheng's body blurred in that instant, like a New Moon streaking across the night sky, leaving behind a silvery-white afterimage.

His figure flashed to the right at an incredible speed, so fast that even an afterimage couldn't form.

During the charge, a faint moonlight appeared on his body, giving him an unreal, transparent quality—a state of etherealness, making him impossible to lock onto by any means.

Dai Yueyan's White Tiger Fist struck the air.

He clearly saw Yun Jingheng right in front of him, and his fist had clearly locked onto the opponent's aura, but at the very moment it was about to hit, that sense of lock suddenly disappeared, as if he had grasped a handful of quicksand, leaving nothing between his fingers.

His fist passed through the afterimage left by Yun Jingheng and slammed into the floor of the competition platform.

Boom!

The ground was smashed into a crater two meters in diameter, and spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions. Gravel and debris were thrown into the air by the force of the punch, and then fell back down like rain.

Yun Jingheng was already standing ten meters away.

The moment he landed, his First Soul Ring lit up again.

The sword is adorned with a vibrant silver-white bloom.

Full Moon passive ability activated.

He was gathering his strength.

Yun Jingheng gripped the Moonlight Sword with both hands. The moonlight on the sword grew stronger and brighter, changing from silvery white to bright white, and then to an almost blinding pure white.

The black First Soul Ring trembled violently, emitting a deep and long hum, like the distant tolling of a bell, or like the tide under the moon.

Dai Yueyan pulled his arm out of the pit, looked up, and saw the sword in Yun Jingheng's hand that had almost turned into a ball of light.

His pupils contracted sharply.

Danger.

Extremely dangerous.

His sixth sense was frantically alarming him; his bones trembled within him, as if urging him to flee.

But he had no way out.

This is the competition stage. He is a prince of the Star Luo Empire, with 300,000 pairs of eyes behind him and the dignity of the entire empire.

"Ah--"

Dai Yueyan roared, simultaneously pushing his left arm and torso bones to their limits. White light condensed into a thick shield on his body, with the stripes of a white tiger appearing on its surface. The tiger's eyes were wide open, and its fangs were ferocious.

Then Yun Jingheng swung his sword.

The Moonlight Sword was thrust forward smoothly, and the ball of moonlight condensed on the sword flew out of the sword. It flew less than three feet in the air before exploding with a bang, turning into a circular sword aura with a diameter of more than five meters.

Full Moon Slash.

The circular sword aura resembled a full Full Moon, with edges as sharp as knives and three different kinds of light flowing across its surface.

The cool, silvery-white color represents frost, the translucent, moon-white color represents Divine Power, and there is also a faint, almost invisible transparent color—that represents true injury.

Three types of mixed damage.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the air froze into tiny ice crystals, which then shattered into nothingness under the disturbance of Divine Power.

Dai Yueyan's White Tiger Shield was as fragile as a sheet of paper in front of the Full Moon Slash.

The moment the sword energy touched the shield, cracks appeared on its surface.

In less than half a breath, the shield completely collapsed.

Then the sword energy struck Dai Yueyan.

His combat suit was torn apart the moment it came into contact with the enemy, and the power of frost spread along his skin, covering his arms, chest, and abdomen with a layer of white frost.

The Divine Power shock directly flooded his mind. He felt as if his consciousness had been struck by an invisible hammer. His vision went black, his ears rang, and all his thoughts came to a standstill.

But the most fatal wound was that transparent, real one.

It pierced through his skin, through his muscles, through his bones, and even tried to reach his soul.

In that instant, Dai Yueyan felt as if he had been pulled out of his body and was suspended in a void of darkness. There was nothing around him—no light, no sound, no temperature, only endless emptiness and cold.

He sensed death.

That transparent power was just one step away from completely annihilating his soul.

The referee intervened.

Almost at the same instant that Dai Yueyan's shield shattered, a figure tore through the Soul Guidance Barrier and forced his way into the arena.

It was an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a black referee's uniform, who moved so fast that he left no afterimage.

He grabbed Dai Yueyan by the back of his collar and pulled him out of the sword energy of the Full Moon Slash.

At the same time, he thrust his other hand forward, and a powerful barrier of Soul Power condensed in his palm, colliding head-on with the Full Moon Slash.

boom--

The entire competition platform was blasted open, leaving a huge gap; the ground was overturned, exposing the reinforced concrete structure underneath.

The Soul Guidance Barrier trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, struggling to hold on on the verge of collapse.

The old man took three steps back to steady himself, then looked down at his palm. There was a bloody welt on his palm, and blood was seeping out.

A flicker of horror crossed his eyes as he looked up at the person opposite him.

Yun Jingheng had already sheathed his sword and stood there. The moonlight on the Moonlight Sword slowly dissipated, the Full Moon passive effect was deactivated, and the First Soul Ring also stopped trembling.

His breathing was steady, there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his expression was terrible.

With their current strength, is a full-force attack really going to be so futile?

He looked at Dai Yueyan, who was being carried in the old man's hands. His combat suit was tattered, his skin was covered with a layer of white frost, his eyes were closed, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was in a deep coma.

He's still alive.

But he almost died.

Yun Jingheng withdrew his gaze and walked towards the referee.

"I only dared to fight like this after signing a waiver of liability, so does that mean I won?" he said.

The referee opened his mouth, then looked towards the stands.

In the stands, Dai Tianling had already stood up, his face ashen, his lips pressed into a thin line, staring intently at Yun Jingheng on the field.

He remained silent for three seconds.

Dai Tianling slowly sat down and waved his hand.

The Son of Yun Ming... the world is about to change again...

The referee took a deep breath and raised his right hand. "Match 4, Stage 8, winner— Yun Jingheng!"

The entire room fell silent.

No one cheered, no one applauded; the 300,000 people were as silent as if they had all been silenced.

All eyes were on the young man who had sheathed his sword, watching him calmly walk down from the ravaged arena, through the shattered Soul Guidance Barrier, and into the contestant passage.

His figure disappeared into the shadows of the passageway.

Then, 300,000 people exploded simultaneously.