"Wh... what?!!"
Ma Rulong gritted his teeth, trying every trick he knew to control the Sword of Judgment. But its light attribute had suddenly grown several times stronger, nearly wrenching it from his grasp.
"Your light attribute... why is it so powerful?"
Ma Rulong's voice was filled with disbelief.
Ye Qing naturally had no intention of answering Ma Rulong's confusion. While everyone had focused on his two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, they had overlooked his own abilities-his Martial Soul and attributes.
Yes, even now, in the semifinals, no one knew what Ye Qing's Martial Soul was. They could only guess based on the Holy Light Eight Wings he had once displayed.
But Martial Souls with eight wings were so rare that no one could guess it at all. Instead, certain old monsters had arrived at the correct answer, identifying Ye Qing's Holy Light Eight Wings as an external soul bone.
That, however, naturally made Ye Qing's Martial Soul all the more shrouded in mystery.
And so no one would guess that he possessed an ultimate attribute.
Seeing that Ye Qing did not answer, Ma Rulong steeled himself. The strength of Ye Qing's light attribute was actually an advantage for him. The stronger the power of light, the stronger it would become when darkness descended!
Holding the Ice Sword, Ye Qing turned his head toward Bei Bei.
"What are you looking at me for?" Bei Bei scratched his head in confusion.
"Bei, watch closely. This strike!" Ye Qing said softly.
"Why?" Bei Bei was even more confused.
"Because this strike is going to look cool!" Ye Qing held the Ice Sword upright before his eyes, an unrestrained smile curling his lips.
At that moment, Ma Rulong forced himself to unleash an all-out strike. The utmost light abruptly collapsed into boundless