Tang Wuling: "Old Tang, Hurry Up and Play Your Trump Card! I Want An An to Look at Me Differently."

"Oh, I remember now."

Dark Hummingbird's smile remained gentle and refined.

"You're that little bastard who uses an ice sword.

"What, did you come to beg for mercy?"

"For the sake of that idiot daughter, I might spare your life."

"Get lost."

He casually waved a hand as if shooing away a fly, then turned his gaze toward Lin An.

"Little fellow, you should know that you're not getting away today."

His tone abruptly turned icy, like a blade scraping across bone.

"Our Holy Spirit Cult mobilized such a force specifically to capture you."

"If I remember correctly, your body should be quite weak, right? This Myriad Souls Annihilation Array extracts the life force of every living being within it."

"Come to Uncle. Uncle will take you out."

"Don't get drained to death. Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to search your soul."

Before he had even finished speaking, Wu Zhangkong erupted into action.

Soul Power burned madly throughout his body, and all six soul rings lit up—two yellow, two purple, and two black.

Skyfrost Sword aura swept in every direction.

"Third Soul Skill—Skyfrost Slash!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Frost Ice Whisper!"

A massive ice-blue sword beam tore across the sky, its freezing aura crashing toward Dark Hummingbird like a tidal wave.

The temperature throughout the stadium plummeted, and even the air condensed into ice crystals.

Yet Dark Hummingbird merely raised a hand and gave it a light sweep.

That strike, capable of instantly killing a Soul Sage, was crushed into ice fragments that filled the sky in less than half a second.

Wu Zhangkong's sword snapped in response.

Then, a slender hand had already seized him by the throat.

"What the hell are you babbling about? I told you to leave, didn't I?"

The gentle smile on Dark Hummingbird's face vanished