Slaying Chen Duhu!

Ling Aoshuang did not know what had happened.

She only felt as though her body had been flooded by a scorching torrent.

Every inch of muscle and every bone was cheering with joy. It felt like someone on the verge of drowning and suffocating had suddenly been pulled from the water.

No.

It was even more intense than that.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles crackling, as an unprecedented power surged through her body.

"This is..." She lowered her head to look at her hands. An icy blue frosty aura gathered in her palms, its intensity more than ten times greater than before!

An SS-grade talent.

She had never experienced anything like this.

Jiang Chuan released her soft hand, took a step back, and turned his gaze back toward the stands. "Go. Don't let him escape."

Ling Aoshuang raised her head and looked toward the gaunt figure standing in the center of the stands. In her cerulean eyes, flames of hatred burned amid the frost.

She moved.

Her entire body transformed into a streak of icy blue light and shot straight toward the stands!

A long trail of ice crystals was left in the air. Wherever it passed, the temperature plummeted, and every railing nearby was coated in white frost.

Chen Duhu's pupils shrank sharply. He had lived for over sixty years and experienced countless life-and-death battles.

Never had there been a moment like this.

Never had he felt such an intense threat from a sixteen-year-old girl!

"Hmph! You two immature little bastards, I'll send you both to your deaths right now!"

He roared, abruptly raising both hands. Billowing black smoke poured from his body, transforming into dozens of pitch-black tentacles that lashed toward Ling Aoshuang with a putrid stench.

Each tentacle was as thick as a barrel, its surface covered in vicious scales, its tip opening into a huge maw packed with sharp teeth.

It was clearly his third-class ultimate skill:

Soul-Eating Demon Hands!

At that moment, his peak sixth-tier strength erupted without restraint.

The entire grandstand trembled.

The nobles around him hurriedly retreated, their faces deathly pale. Chen Duhu had been famous for years, his vicious reputation well-known. His strength was truly terrifying!

Ling Aoshuang did not evade.

She met the attack head-on.

An ice crystal condensed in her hand, forming a crystalline spear. Dense frost patterns were engraved across its shaft, radiating bone-piercing cold.

She raised the spear and gave it a light sweep. An icy blue arc of light swept out from the tip like a crescent moon crossing the sky.

The dozens of Soul-Eating Demon Hands made contact with the arc of light and became like tofu sliced by a blade.

They were severed cleanly!

The black smoke scattered, and the putrid stench was utterly suppressed by the freezing air!

"What?!"

Chen Duhu's expression changed drastically.

He had never imagined that a first-tier class holder could shatter a strike from someone at the peak of the sixth tier head-on!

This made no sense!

The gap in their realms was right there. Even with an SS-grade talent, she should not have been this absurdly powerful!

But he had no time to think.

Because Ling Aoshuang had already reached him.

Her spear swung again and thrust forward. The shriek of it tearing through the air was piercing, carrying terrifying force capable of puncturing steel as it stabbed toward Chen Duhu's chest.

Chen Duhu retreated violently, condensing a pitch-black shield before him with both hands.

Boom!

The ice spear struck the black shield with a thunderous crash.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across its surface, but it barely blocked the blow.

Chen Duhu had not even had time to sigh in relief.

The second spear was already there.

Ling Aoshuang's face was expressionless as she continuously formed and thrust out spears. Shattered ice crystals gathered behind her like brilliant divine rings.

Sky-Filling Ice Rain.

It blotted out the sky.

Chen Duhu's black shield exploded when it withstood the third spear. The fourth swept past his shoulder, taking a large chunk of flesh with it!

"Ahhh!!"

Chen Duhu let out a miserable scream. No longer caring about his dignity, he shrieked toward the stands, "City Lord Lu, save me!!"

The stands had already erupted into chaos.

"Captain Chen is actually losing to Ling Aoshuang!?"

"Chen Duhu is a peak sixth-tier powerhouse! How could he possibly lose to a little girl who just awakened!"

"I must be hearing things... I actually heard him begging for help!"

"He really looks like he's done for!"

"..."

Su Lie's face was ashen, and the teacup in his hand had long since crumbled into powder.

He stared at Ling Aoshuang in the arena, then at Jiang Chuan standing on the stage.

His mind buzzed.

He could not understand it. He had paid with his entire battle group to gain Chen Duhu's support and secure this carefully arranged martial arts tournament.

Everything had originally been proceeding according to plan. Su Yao should have obtained the admission slot and become Tianyuan City's brightest rising star.

But now, everything had been destroyed.

And the person who had destroyed it all.

Was not Ling Aoshuang.

It was that boy who had not looked at him even once from beginning to end!!

Lu Qingshan stood up, his expression more solemn than ever.

Chen Duhu was an important piece he used to keep Zhou Yuan in check.

He could not afford to lose this piece.

He took a deep breath as the vast mana within him began to circulate. An invisible pressure spread from his body—the aura of a seventh-tier powerhouse. It was as if the temperature of the entire arena froze for an instant.

But just as he was about to act, a tangible, razor-sharp presence locked onto him without warning!

Lu Qingshan's movements abruptly froze.

In an instant.

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped across his forehead.

As a seventh-tier powerhouse, he had endured countless brushes with death. His perception of danger had long been carved into his bones.

And now, every cell in his body was frantically issuing a warning!

Don't move!

If I move even once, I'll die!

He slowly turned his head toward the source of that intent. Jiang Chuan, standing on the stage, was watching him with an expressionless face.

The youth wore the most ordinary clothes and did not even have a weapon in his hand.

Yet Lu Qingshan had the illusion that he was being watched by some monstrous beast.

Who exactly is this guy?!

A bead of cold sweat slid down.

Between pride and life, Lu Qingshan decisively chose to follow his instincts.

Seeing that things had gone wrong, Chen Duhu was already preparing to flee. As a third-class class holder, he ultimately possessed an advantage Ling Aoshuang did not.

He could fly!

Billowing black smoke lifted his body as he rapidly rose into the air. His sinister eyes were filled with venomous hatred. "You little bitch, just wait! Sooner or later, I'll skin you alive!"

Bzzzz!!

A sharp buzzing suddenly rang by his ear.

Chen Duhu whipped around, and a point of golden light rapidly enlarged in his vision. "Not good!"

He tried to dodge, but the golden light actually curved in midair.

It pursued him!

"Ah!!"

A miserable scream rang out above the arena.

The black smoke was pierced by a golden arrow. Chen Duhu's body fell from the air like a bird with broken wings, trailing a line of blood as he smashed heavily into the stone wall of the stands.

Boom!!

The stone wall shattered, and dust filled the air.

When the dust settled.

Everyone saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Chen Duhu had been nailed to the stands by a golden arrow. It had pierced through his shoulder blade, pinning his entire body firmly to the shattered stone wall. His limbs hung limply, while blood trickled down along the cracks in the wall.

The dignified commander of the Darkmoon Battle Group, a peak sixth-tier powerhouse, now looked like a dead dog nailed to a wall!

The entire venue fell silent.

"Cough...!!"

Chen Duhu struggled to raise his head, coughing up clots of blood. His clouded eyes were filled with terror and disbelief. His lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse and shaking. "Wait... don't kill me! I still..."

Before he could finish, an icy blue spear tore through the air. Carrying bone-piercing cold radiance, it shot in from afar.

The spearhead precisely pierced Chen Duhu's skull, blasting his entire head apart!

Bang!!

Blood and brain matter splattered across the shattered stone wall.

A horrifying sight!