Tang San's Despair

Dai Chengfeng nodded and raised a hand, pressing it lightly through the air.

A gentle yet immense force swept over him, and the terrifying visions of Slaughter in Tang San's mind receded like the tide. Though his spirit still throbbed with agony and his vision went black, at least his consciousness cleared.

He collapsed weakly to the ground, gasping for breath in great mouthfuls. The look he gave Dai Chengfeng was filled with terror, defiance, and a trace of deep helplessness.

He had lost.

Utterly and completely lost.

It was not only a crushing defeat in strength, but a total collapse on the level of will, Martial Soul, and even his understanding of power.

The entire Great Soul Arena was deathly silent.

Everyone had been shocked speechless by that final scene.

That terrifying domain of Slaughter, that Blood Slaughter of a Hundred Li that condensed air into blades and severed souls and seized spirits, was branded deep into the heart of every spectator.

Who could have imagined that a duel between juniors could erupt with such power, power that surpassed all understanding and touched the level of rules?

Bibi Dong slowly sat back down. Strange light rippled in her beautiful eyes, and pride and excitement nearly overflowed from them.

Her little man was actually this powerful!

Divine Slaughter's Domain, Soul Skills, a profound understanding of Martial Souls... how many more surprises did he have that she knew nothing about?

Dai Mubai lay limp on the ground, his face ashen.

At this moment, royal legitimacy, brotherly rivalry, pride, defiance—everything vanished like smoke.

Before the absolute power Dai Chengfeng had displayed, all those petty thoughts of his seemed so laughable, so insignificant.

He could not even produce the slightest thought of comparison. There was only deep awe, and... despair.

In the shadows,