Residual Blade Drinks Blood · Phoenix Fire Scorches the Plains (II)

From the Li Family passageway, five figures slowly emerged.

Li Xuanqing walked at the very front.

His pace was unhurried—one could even say excessively steady. Every step carried an indescribable certainty. Blue-gold flames flickered around him, not blazing fiercely, yet like a silent beacon guiding the four behind him.

Li Longyue followed closely behind.

His footsteps were heavy and solid. Each time he set foot down, the bluestone beneath him gave a faint tremor. It was the instinctive resonance between the Mountain Dragon King martial soul and the earth. He was like a moving mountain range—silent, weighty, unshakable.

Li Xuanshu carried the Sky Phoenix Halberd over his shoulder, golden-red flames dancing along its blade. He made no effort to suppress his fighting spirit, and the flames' temperature rose steadily with every beat of his heart.

Li Qiuqiu stood fourth.

Her petite body was almost entirely obscured by the three tall figures before her, yet the faintly visible phantom of rouge-colored dragon scales around her was like a hunter lurking in the night—dangerous and silent. Her lips were pressed together, and she said nothing. Her gaze passed over everyone's shoulders and locked firmly onto the figure in the blue dress across from her—Zhang Yao.

Li Huayu walked last.

Her steps were light, nearly soundless. Green Soul Power flowed quietly around her like a gentle stream, unostentatious yet unceasing.

The five of them stopped in the center of the arena.

Thirty meters apart.

The clamor in the stands gradually faded.

It was not because there was nothing left to say, but because everyone felt the killing intent permeating the air, nearly solid enough to take form. This was no longer a battle comparable to any of the previous ones. It was a head-on collision in which two teams, after a series