Rewards

Qian Heng was a Soul King, after all, and his battle instincts were formidable. At the last moment, he whipped around, bringing the Coiling Dragon Staff down behind him with earth-splitting force.

But what he struck was still only a clone that shattered in an instant.

Lin Wan's real body slid from the shadows of the mist at his side as though he had no solid form. Before Qian Heng's horrified eyes, the deadly glimmer of pink light at Lin Wan's fingertip pressed gently against the wrist gripping the Coiling Dragon Staff.

The touch was faintly cool.

Every movement Qian Heng made froze.

The defiance, anger, and horror in his eyes ebbed away like a tide, leaving only blank bewilderment.

He seemed to see himself standing inside the Pope Palace, receiving a personal commendation from Her Holiness the Pope. It was the honor he had dreamed of...

Lin Wan watched Qian Heng stand rigidly in place, then slowly withdrew his hand.

He did not throw Qian Heng off the arena. He merely stood there in silence.

As he drew in his Soul Power, the pink mist blanketing the arena began to dissipate.

When the last wisp cleared and the scene on the arena lay bare before everyone, the entire venue fell deathly silent.

Every member of the Spirit Hall Academy Team, including the Soul King Qian Heng, had either collapsed unconscious or stood frozen with vacant eyes. None could fight any longer.

On the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team's side, everyone was injured, and Yu Tianqing and Yan Xin were nearly spent. But Lin Wan still stood there. Aside from a pale face, his breathing was steady enough.

The outcome was decided.

The silence lasted two or three seconds. Then the section occupied by the Heaven Dou Empire delegation erupted