"You're protecting him? Let's see how much longer you can keep it up."
The Third Elder attacked again. The Arena match had not officially begun, so he could not openly strike at Li Mu. He could only attack the Human Race brat who had barged into the Arena.
"You're courting death."
Under immense pressure, Qin Feiyu drew the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword. He seized its hilt and pulled it free with all his strength.
In an instant, a blood-baleful aura filled the entire Arena.
For a moment, the Third Elder seemed to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Heaven and earth turned crimson; a sea of blood flowed beneath his feet, and scarlet mist drifted through the sky.
He was like a lone skiff on a boundless ocean, liable to be smashed by the next wave.
"Sever!"
Gritting his teeth, Qin Feiyu brought the sword down.
A sword cry rang through heaven and earth, and the mighty figures in the stands shut their eyes.
Sword Qi swept across the Arena, grinding the Third Elder of the Ice Sparrow Race's head to dust.
Even the Heavenly Immortals watching felt their skin sting. One after another, they summoned their innate divine light to shield themselves.
The Sword Qi faded, and every vision vanished. Pale with exhaustion, Qin Feiyu sheathed the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword, then dropped onto his backside in the Arena as though he had been drained dry.
That strike had wrung every drop of immortal power from his body and nearly cost him half his life.
But as he watched the headless corpse slowly topple before him, his shock was beyond words.
"I... I killed a Heavenly Immortal?"
Coming back to himself, Qin Feiyu stared at his hands and murmured. A Heavenly Immortal! A powerhouse strong enough to be a