Sword Intent Crosses the Sky, Slaying the Nether White Tiger

The White Tiger and the Nether Spirit Cat sent two pillars of light, one white and one black, soaring into the sky, where they met, tangled, and fused in midair.

The tiger's roar and the cat's cry wove into a deep resonance. At the brightest point of the light, a colossal beast with black-and-white patterns flowing across its body slowly took shape.

The Nether White Tiger.

Its body was long and sleek, with a tiger's form and feline pupils. Even on all fours, it stood nearly two zhang tall. Its black-and-white fur looked like flowing ink and light, and cold killing intent burned in its eyes.

Its appearance made the temperature across the entire arena plunge by several degrees, and the air filled with a suffocating pressure.

This was the Martial Soul Fusion Skill passed down for generations by the imperial family of the Star Luo Empire and the Zhu Clan. Once unleashed, even Soul Kings could fight above their level!

Dai Tianyao and Zhu Zhuyue had already vanished inside the enormous Nether White Tiger, and a low growl mixed from both their voices rumbled from the giant tiger's throat.

The roar shook the sky.

The spectators near the front all went pale with fright.

A Martial Soul Fusion Skill from two Soul Ancestors had already reached the level of a Soul King in power.

"So this is the strongest of the Star Luo Team? So powerful!"

"The quality of this generation of Star Luo Academy is really high. No wonder they made it into the top four."

"Tianshui Team is in danger now. Li Qinglian really is a monster, but he's still too young right now."

Sighs and murmurs rang out.

Even though Dai Tianyao had used a Martial Soul Fusion and his combat power had reached the Soul King standard, the spectators' eyes were still fixed on Li Qinglian!

They knew Li Qinglian was the most dazzling genius of this tournament!

It was just that Li Qinglian was too young, and his cultivation was too low. Otherwise, how would people like Dai Tianyao ever have the right to act arrogant in front of him?

But precisely because of that, it made them feel even more regret.

Li Qinglian truly was a monster, having comprehended peerless sword intent.

But turning talent into strength still required time!

"Li Qinglian, I'd like to see whether your sword intent can cut down this Nether White Tiger!"

The giant tiger roared and kicked off the ground with all four claws, pouncing straight toward Li Qinglian like a bolt of black-and-white lightning.

Its sharp tiger claws tore through the air, the sonic booms deafening. Terrifying soul power coiled around the claw blades, enough to rip steel into shreds.

This time, Dai Tianyao was going all out.

Originally, after using his Martial Soul Fusion, he should have been the focus of everyone's attention, but now Li Qinglian had ruined it all.

Therefore!

He would destroy Li Qinglian too!

"Qinglian! Retreat!"

Shui Xian'er's expression changed drastically.

She hadn't expected Dai Tianyao to go all out against Li Qinglian directly.

Shui Bing'er had already clenched her fists tightly, and the Ice Phoenix martial soul behind her spread its wings, ready to charge in and support him at any moment.

But Li Qinglian did not retreat.

He stood where he was, lifting his eyes to watch the Nether White Tiger charging toward him like a mountain torrent, yet a flicker of light surged in his gaze instead.

"So this is the Nether White Tiger?"

Li Qinglian said softly.

"It really is strong."

"However."

He held the Green Lotus Sword upright before his chest, then slowly pushed his left hand from the base of the blade to the tip. Wherever his palm passed, Green Lotus Sword Intent surged like a tide, wildly converging toward the edge of the sword.

The air began to tremble.

The clouds above the entire stage seemed to be pulled by something, slowly beginning to rotate. Even the spectators in the front rows felt an inexplicable sense of suffocation.

Around Li Qinglian, Green Lotus Sword Intent broke through all limits.

Circles of visible blue-green ripples spread outward in every direction with him at the center, sweeping across the whole arena like waves on water.

He took one step forward.

The ground did not crack, but everyone heard a dull tremor, as if an ancient giant bell had been struck heavily by something.

"Green Lotus Sword Technique."

Blue-green light condensed into a single point at the tip of his sword. That point of light was only the size of a grain of rice, yet it was so dazzling that no one dared look straight at it.

"Third Form!"

The Nether White Tiger had already pounced within ten feet, its tiger claws wrapped in a wild roar that seemed ready to tear everything apart as they came crashing down.

Li Qinglian's sword finally thrust out.

"Lotus Heart Breaking Limit."

There were no sword shadows blotting out the sky, no earthshaking roar.

Only a single line.

A straight, slender streak of cyan light extended from the sword's tip, drawing a perfect line through the air before sinking into the Nether White Tiger's brow with flawless precision.

Hiss!

Like a thin blade cutting through water.

Like a spring breeze trimming willows.

The Nether White Tiger's motion suddenly froze.

That enormous black-and-white body hung suspended in midair, as if an invisible hand had seized time itself.

Its giant pupils, burning with killing intent, slowly, slowly split open along a seam.

Then, from head to tail, it was neatly divided in two by that cyan line.

The Nether White Tiger's body split down the middle like an unrolled painting cut apart, both halves toppling to either side, collapsing and dissolving into black-and-white motes of light that scattered through the air.

Dai Tianyao and Zhu Zhuyue's true bodies fell out of the light at the same time, slamming heavily onto the stage.

Dai Tianyao's right sleeve shredded inch by inch, and an extremely thin yet deep line of blood appeared on his arm, stretching from his shoulder all the way to his fingertips.

Fortunately, it was only a flesh wound and had not reached the tendons or bones.

Zhu Zhuyue curled up on the ground, her face deathly pale, her pupils unfocused. She had clearly suffered no light backlash.

The entire arena was so silent that a falling needle could have been heard.

Then.

A wave of sound like a collapsing mountain exploded outward.

"My heavens."

"One sword! Just one sword!"

"The Nether White Tiger was split open!!"

"That child... that ten-year-old child."

In the stands, thousands upon thousands of spectators rose to their feet almost at the same time.

Shouts, cries of alarm, and disbelieving roars mixed together, shaking the dome of Wuhun City Arena until dust came drifting down.

Dugu Yan was so excited that she jumped straight up, grabbing Dugu Bo's arm and shaking it again and again.

"Grandpa, did you see that?! Did you see it?!"

Dugu Bo sat expressionless in his seat, but the knuckles of the five fingers gripping the armrest had gone white, while the corners of his mouth kept lifting despite himself.

He had known it. That brat Li Qinglian was very strong!

Li Qinglian absolutely possessed the strength to defeat enemies twenty levels above him.

Although he was currently a Soul Elder, in terms of actual combat power, he was practically on par with a Soul King!

In the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's seating area, Chen Xin slowly rose to his feet.

He stood before the railing, looking at the youth in the center of the arena who was sheathing his sword.

"That sword... even when I was thirty, I might not have been able to execute it."

Sword Douluo's eyes were filled with shock.

He did not understand why Li Qinglian's sword could be this powerful.

But he also knew.

Li Qinglian's attainments in the way of the sword were above his own!

"His Sword Intent is pure, and his sword technique is exquisite. Too rare."

"If he weren't only ten years old, I'd even want to take him as my master."

Sword Douluo smiled bitterly.

He actually did not care about seniority.

But Li Qinglian was truly far too young.

If he took Li Qinglian as his master, he would also have to consider how the one already here would feel.

Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi fell silent for a moment, then lowered his head and glanced at Ning Rongrong beside him, whose eyes were wide open.

"Rongrong."

"Mm?"

"Remember this person. He will become the strongest of your era. No one will be able to challenge his position."