The Might of the Divine Artifact, Zhongli Wu's Defeat

"Are you kidding me?"

"Has Qian Daoliu gone senile?"

"This battle is a clash between righteousness and evil, between Qian Xunji and Zhongli Wu."

"How could something like borrowing power possibly be allowed?"

Bibi Dong watched the Angel Holy Sword fly toward the Arena Tournament and couldn't help but complain.

Strictly speaking, the Angel Holy Sword did not belong to Qian Xunji's own power.

In Bibi Dong's view, Qian Xunji's idea of borrowing a divine artifact was pure fantasy.

The mechanics of the Arena Tournament would certainly never allow such a thing to happen.

After all, no matter how you looked at it, it wasn't fair.

But the next moment...

A scene that left Bibi Dong dumbfounded unfolded.

The Angel Holy Sword pierced through the void and landed firmly in Qian Xunji's hand.

"This... how is this possible!"

Bibi Dong lost her composure.

With the Angel Holy Sword, Qian Xunji was effectively invincible.

This was the divine artifact of the Angel God, specifically designed to counter all evil.

No matter how strong Zhongli Wu was, he couldn't possibly block it.

"I lack nothing now!"

On the arena, Qian Xunji gripped the Angel Holy Sword, looking like a holy judge about to pass sentence on sin.

He was terrifyingly strong now!

With the blessing of the divine artifact, Qian Xunji was confident he could take down Zhongli Wu within three moves.

Zhongli Wu stood frozen like a wooden chicken!

He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

He never expected that Qian Xunji could actually borrow a divine artifact to fight.

The battle was already halfway through.

Relying on his formidable strength, Zhongli Wu had been on the verge of gaining the upper hand.

Yet, Qian Xunji had borrowed a divine artifact mid-fight—wasn't this just cheating?

"Unfair!"

"This is unfair..."

Zhongli Wu wanted to protest!

He felt like he had been set up!

Qian Xunji's expression was cold as he mocked him.

"Heritage is also a part of one's strength!"

"My Angel Clan has been passed down for ten thousand years; how could an evil organization like yours compare?"

"Besides, which rule states that one cannot borrow the power of their family?"

"If you are unconvinced, I will give you a chance to mobilize your own trump cards."

"As long as you can borrow a divine artifact from your Holy Spirit Cult, I won't say another word."

"If I, Qian Xunji, am to win, I will win fair and square."

Qian Xunji's words made Zhongli Wu so angry he wanted to vomit blood.

He had never seen such a shameless guy.

He called this fair and square?

Without the Angel Holy Sword, what was Qian Xunji worth?

He was offering him a chance to mobilize the Holy Spirit Cult's divine artifact.

Their Holy Spirit Cult didn't have a damn thing.

This was clearly just bullying him.

Zhongli Wu gritted his teeth, his face darker than the bottom of a pot.

Qian Xunji looked at Zhongli Wu's ugly expression and couldn't help but sneer!

"It seems you have reached the end of your rope."

"Since that is the case, I will send you on your way."

"Remember this: evil shall never triumph over good!"

"The radiance of the Angel Clan shall shine forever."

Qian Xunji swung the Angel Holy Sword.

He intended to end this battle.

"Angel Judgment!"

As Qian Xunji's blade descended, a blinding golden light erupted, as piercing as the midday sun.

Zhongli Wu was unwilling to concede.

Even if he had to exhaust every hidden card, he had to test the might of a divine artifact.

Zhongli Wu pushed his ninth soul skill to the limit, while the wind and fire powers of the Bone Dragon King reached their peak at this very moment.

Black and white intertwined upon the Arena Tournament stage.

It tugged at the hearts of countless spectators.

With a thunderous boom...

Zhongli Wu coughed up blood and was sent flying backward.

He had nearly lost his life.

The power of a divine artifact was, after all, something his mortal body could not compare to.

The Angel Holy Sword was inherently forged to slaughter Evil Soul Masters.

Even if Zhongli Wu fought with all his might, he could not change the outcome of his defeat.

"I concede!"

Zhongli Wu stopped being stubborn.

He had a premonition that if he were struck by another blow from Qian Xunji, he would undoubtedly die.

It was only because Qian Xunji's strength was insufficient to unleash the full power of the Angel Holy Sword.

Otherwise, a single strike would have been enough for Zhongli Wu to meet the same fate as Ye Xishui—total annihilation.

Zhongli Wu did not want to die.

He had no choice but to concede in frustration.

"Hmph!"

"You know when to yield!"

Qian Xunji sheathed the Angel Holy Sword.

If not for the rules of the Arena Tournament forbidding attacks on those who have conceded, Qian Xunji would never have let Zhongli Wu leave alive.

The Angel Clan hated Evil Soul Masters like Zhongli Wu more than anything else.

Watching Qian Xunji look down at him from above, Zhongli Wu felt even more stifled.

"I didn't lose to you."

"I lost to the divine artifact."

"If not for the Angel Holy Sword, the one defeated today would be you."

Zhongli Wu retorted indignantly.

Qian Xunji, once a mere stepping stone, was now lording over him.

How could Zhongli Wu endure such humiliation?

"Being able to wield a divine artifact and utilize the heritage of one's family is a part of one's strength."

"If you are unconvinced, I don't mind lending you the Angel Holy Sword."

"If you can even lift the divine artifact of my Angel Clan, I am willing to fight you again."

Every word from Qian Xunji was a dagger to the heart.

It infuriated Zhongli Wu so much that he nearly self-destructed, intending to drag Qian Xunji down with him.

He had never seen such a shameless person.

As an Evil Soul Master, trying to wield the Angel Holy Sword would be nothing but self-inflicted humiliation.

Qian Xunji knew this perfectly well, yet he insisted on saying it.

He was simply rubbing salt into his wounds.

"Qian Xunji, you just wait."

"You won today, but your luck won't last forever."

Zhongli Wu left the stage in a rage, unwilling to continue this war of words with Qian Xunji.

If he kept talking, he would only end up completely broken by the other man's taunts.

[The Arena Tournament has concluded!]

[Winner: Qian Xunji, reward: immediate resurrection!]

[Loser: Zhongli Wu, penalty: fifty years of lifespan deducted.]

As the battle drew to a close, Qian Xunji and Zhongli Wu both received their due rewards and punishments.

Qian Xunji had achieved his wish, living a second life and gaining the qualification for resurrection.

As for Zhongli Wu, he was in for a stroke of terrible luck.

No sooner had Zhongli Wu returned to the Holy Spirit Cult than he felt a surge of vitality being forcibly stripped from his body.

Zhongli Wu let out a painful wail.

His lifespan drained away rapidly, and streaks of silver appeared in his hair.

"Sect Master, are you alright!"

The elders of the Holy Spirit Cult crowded around him, their eyes filled with worry.

The two consecutive Arena Tournament matches had dealt a massive blow to the Holy Spirit Cult.

First, Ye Xishui had been taken out in an instant, and now, fifty years of Zhongli Wu's lifespan had been snatched away.

One had to realize that in their era, even a Limit Douluo could only live for three hundred years.

Yet, Zhongli Wu was not even a Limit Douluo yet.

This deduction of fifty years of lifespan was a devastating loss for him.

"I am not dying just yet!"

Zhongli Wu forced himself to remain calm.

He knew that he must not show any signs of weakness now, or the Holy Spirit Cult would surely fall into chaos.

"I will find a way to make up for your lost lifespan in the future!"

Long Xiaoyao approached Zhongli Wu and offered words of comfort.

Zhongli Wu's loss in this battle had been far too unjust.

If he ever had the chance to step onto the arena stage himself, he would certainly vent this frustration on Zhongli Wu's behalf.

He would also look for any possible way to replenish the lifespan Zhongli Wu had lost.

Otherwise, he feared he might end up burying a younger man in his old age.