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The instant the arena platform shook, a roar like raging waves erupted among the tens of thousands of spectators, sweeping through the entire Arena like a surging tide.
By then, the crowd had split sharply: worried Chang'an fans, Canghui fans who berated Xiao Yi and cheered Lian Changzhi, and neutral spectators delighted by this unexpected encore. The uproar could hardly have been louder.
Lian Changzhi had only used his Sixth Soul Skill just now. Though he had not gone all out, it still carried the oppressive might of a Soul Douluo.
Yet, astonishingly, Chen Xin Yi had taken the blow head-on with nothing more than a Soul King's cultivation. Her face was pale now, but she stubbornly remained standing.
Thinking back to the Blood Spear Formation, even its final strike, [Heaven and Earth Share the Same Lifespan], amplified by the [Ironblood King's Banner], might not have gravely injured Xiao Yi if not for the explosion at the end.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
Though the account had been lengthy, barely a breath or two had passed.
By now, quite a few members of both academies' teams had been invaded by the cold. They circulated their power to drive it out, preparing for the confrontation to come.
"Impudent brat!" Lian Changzhi roared. His Eighth Soul Ring suddenly lit up like a blood moon hanging high in the sky.
Pieces of his Diamond Armor peeled away, turning into a skyful of ice-crystal daggers that hovered in the air, glittering with a biting chill.
"Today, you'll witness a Soul Douluo's true strength-"
Before he finished, a shout suddenly came from the distant passageway. "Dean Lian, wait!"
Lian Changzhi turned a deaf ear. Instead, he sped up, his Eighth Soul Ring blazing