A sun-like radiance suddenly erupted across the Soul Fighting Arena, forcing everyone to cover their eyes.
Even some Soul King instructors of Heavenly Supreme Grade found the light unbearably dazzling and had to raise their hands to shield themselves.
The shockwave swept through the entire square, and every student felt their eardrums and internal organs trembling,
as though they had been thrown out of place, leaving them in extreme discomfort.
After the piercing explosion,
came an eerie silence. There was no sound at all—no roar from Yu Tianheng, no White Tiger's howl, not even the sound of wind.
The students opened their eyes in confusion and looked toward the fighting platform,
only to discover that its entire surface had shattered. Countless broken stones lay scattered everywhere, while the White Tiger stood proudly atop the ruins:
"ROAR!!!"
A victorious roar!
Sigh... Where was Yu Tianheng?
Countless gazes instinctively searched for that familiar figure. Then, amid the silence, a cry of alarm suddenly rang out:
"Yu Tianheng?!!!"
It was impossible to miss.
Countless eyes turned in that direction. Following that person's gaze, once they saw what had happened,
everyone sucked in a sharp breath.
Bloody... It was far too bloody...
Yu Tianheng lay drenched in blood on the northern side of the fighting platform, beneath the ice-pillar viewing stand where three students stood. His spine was broken, one thigh pressed against half his face, and he had completely passed out. No one even knew whether he was still alive.
He looked utterly miserable and horrific.
His eye sockets were hollow, leaving only two shriveled, burned-out holes that seemed to glare viciously at everyone looking at him.
His entire body was charred black, unrecognizable from its former appearance. It was completely unlike the fair-skinned Yu Tianheng from before he had taken the stage.