Standing by the arena and watching the changes in the sky, Ye Yun felt a faint unease stir in his heart.
It seemed that the martial art Ling Chen was about to use would be exceptionally powerful—perhaps even stronger than Li Qinglian's river of Sword Qi.
Naturally, Ye Yun would not simply wait for death. His mind began racing as he considered a way to break the situation.
Before long, a plan took shape in Ye Yun's mind.
Since he could not evade this attack, he would meet it head-on and see whose attack was superior.
The moment he thought of it, he acted. Ye Yun did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately entered the Selfless Realm.
Using the effect of the Limit of Repeated Tempering within the Selfless Realm, he swiftly condensed the Ice Origin Force he had gathered.
Before long, an ice-blue sphere of light the size of a fist appeared before Ye Yun. Moreover, the ice-blue sphere was visibly growing larger.
This sight made Ling Chen, who was suspended in midair and gathering momentum to seize the championship in one stroke, feel a chill in his heart.
From that ice-blue sphere before Ye Yun, he sensed a threat so frightening it made his heart tremble.
"Hmph. Even if you still have an unused trump card, don't dream of contending against my Spirit-God Glazed Palm!" Ling Chen thought disdainfully.
In his eyes, the Spirit-God Glazed Palm, the secret martial art never passed down outside his sect, was one of the rare Spirit-Grade Martial Arts across the entire Land of Seven Kingdoms.
Even if Ye Yun had some unused trump card, it could not possibly stand against the Spirit-God Glazed Palm.
Although that was what Ling Chen thought, his hands accelerated the process of gathering momentum.
After all,